Daily writing prompt
What’s the most profound piece of advice you’ve been given? Did you take it?
“Shut the hell up!” Sadly, more often than not, no.
PROMPT: Profound Piece of Advice
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Foggy Fort [Senryū]
high on a hill fort --
enshrouded in clouds;
one can see for... meters?
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Builder Limerick
A skilled Slovakian builder
got his plans and was bewildered.
They were upside down.
Had they been turned around
an Aide wouldn't 've fell from the basement, which killed her.
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Animal Taxi Limerick
There once was an animal tow truck
that would taxi your horse or your duck.
Size wasn't deemed relevant
'til up showed an elephant,
and the overladen truck got stuck.
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DAILY PHOTO: Amarin Plaza Phra Phrom Shrine, Bangkok
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PROMPT: Unlimited Budget
Daily writing prompt
If you had an unlimited budget for 24 hours, what would you do?
I’d buy a round-trip ticket for a place distant and interesting. I’m presuming I could spend money on that day for something the benefit of which would come later (i.e. that nothing turns into pumpkin at the end of the day.) I would not want the inevitable cavity search that would come from buying and flying on the same day.
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The Fig Treatment [Free Verse]
On a scale from
"this is cozy"
to
"my skull is cracking,"
I wonder how the fig tree
at Wat Mahathat treats
the Buddha's head?
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Buckingham Palace Limerick
A randy guard of Buckingham Palace
stood at attention, but so, too, his phallus.
He did his very best -
stock still like all the rest,
but was exposed by tent and hand callus.
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Tainted (Free Verse)
A gorgeous day:
the sky is blue;
the air is crisp,
and a bird swoops in low
over the field to land
in search of insects.
The sign is kind of a bummer:
It tells me that 13,000
people died here --
most by shitting themselves
into unconsciousness.
(it doesn't use those exact words.)
This is Andersonville --
site of a Civil War prison camp.
Here, I believe in ghosts.
I don't believe in ghosts
when drinking my morning coffee
at my dining room table.
I don't believe in them when I
turn off my bedside lamp.
I don't believe in them anywhere --
anywhere else -- really.
But here they vibrate up
through my boot heals,
and I fear I may
shit myself.
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