Describe a risk you took that you do not regret. The Perilous Craft To write a book, a daring feat,A journey wrought with fire and sleet.You birth your soul in silent ink,And offer it for all to think. ~ Each word a risk, each line a leap,From mountain's edge to oceans deep.You walk the cliff …
Forest secrets whispered through the green hued branches, Small birds and bats spy. - Undisclosed truths lie beneath a fast flowed stream frogs and reptiles spawn. - Cloaked in purple haze the distant hills retreating, sunset ends the day. Image generation by WordPress Ai. Please note this blog is written in British English! Please subscribe. …
I stepped on the stage with a confident grin, My knees only knocked from excitement within. The spotlight came on, I gave it a squint, And tripped on the mic cord (just a small hint). ~ I stood up with flair like I’d meant it that way, And coughed out a speech I’d rehearsed yesterday, …
Image generation by WordPress Ai. In shadowed halls where silence stays, And light withdraws its gentle gaze, I walk alone through drifting years, My footsteps echoing with tears. ~ No hand to hold, no voice to hear, Just ghostly thoughts that linger near— The laughter lost, the touch grown cold, A thousand memories grown old. …
Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind. Ode to the Prompt-Happy Blogger (Why Do I Waste So Much Time Answering Prompts on WordPress?) I sat down to write my great novel today, With coffee in hand and ideas on display— But a ping on my screen gave a sly little nudge: "New …
“What shall I do, then, with Jesus who is called the Messiah?” Pilate asked. They all answered, “Crucify him!” Matthew 27:22 Following Jesus requires listening for his voice. The problem is that we let too many other voices drown out Jesus’ voice. First is the voice of compromise. It says, “Everything is negotiable.” With Jesus, …
What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why? Why I Won’t Cross the Sea For four more years, I’ll stay away, No flights to lands where shadows play. The streets may gleam, the towers rise, But hollow beats the nation’s cries. Too loud the shouts, too sharp the tone, Where kindness …
(technically a haiku sequence, sometimes called a renku) Fanciful schemes drift On spring’s mischievous breezes— Petals plot escape. ~ Never one and done, The robin returns again— A song rephrased new. ~ Orchestrated by Nature’s quiet, steady hand, Chaos made to bloom. Image generation by WordPress Ai. Please subscribe. Let's support each other. I always …
The Ai generated picture above bares no resemblance to me! I have brown eyes and no wrinkles, (well, not that many)! Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Ten Years On — Still Full of Beans At 83, where might I be? Still chasing squirrels up a tree? Or waxing wise on frosty days, …
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