People do whatever they want. There's someone that regularly brings their dog (not a service animal) to my grocery store. No thanks. I don't want to be bitten by your big ass dog.
sleepy tea, sleepy tea
banish this anxiety
I’m still up at half past 3
writing this bad poetry
#poetry
#3GoodThings
My coffee is hot
The butter is defrosting
Some minds are still in yesterday
Not adverse to a
Well-turned ankle, but bare shins!
Goodness, gracious me.
#BedroomEyesPrompt #BareShins #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
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Bare shins paddling in
the river, souls bared floating
in each other's eyes.
#bedroomeyes #bareshins
#haiku #senryu
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The Naked Chef Podcast....
all these cellphones and no one answers. I'm not leaving bad news on a vm. Call me!
the family phone tree has been activated. this fucking sucks.
Uh huh.... maybe you got a lingering spirit.
What's the green spot?
Steak fries, ketchup. Spinach feta chicken burger with bbq sauce on brioche bun.
Dinner.
Frida Dressed as a Chinese
Coyoacan, Mexico
1947 • Antonio Kahlo
Bukowski said… “Give me hot old women in high heels
with asses that forgot to get old.”
Yellow and pink orchids.
Still no life outside of course, but look at these.
LOOK AT THEM.
This poem reflects on the basic things every child deserves—safety, education, and a normal day at school—and how the world fails when those simple protections disappear. What the World Owes Children A roof. A desk. A teacher who says good morning. A day that arrives without fear. Anything less than that is a failure we should never accept.
This poem is a personal reflection on how heavy the world can feel when you see suffering in the news, and the effort it takes to remember that kindness still exists. A Thought I Had Today Some days the world feels heavier than it should. You read the news, close the screen, and sit there a moment trying to remember that people are still capable of kindness even when history forgets how.
This poem focuses on the quiet ways people help one another, reminding us that even when the world feels broken, ordinary people often step in to care for each other. We’ll Be Okay I’ve seen people pull strangers from rivers. I’ve seen neighbors show up with food when the lights went out. The world breaks things, that much is true— but people have always been very good at putting each other back together.
This poem looks toward the future and reminds us that the world ultimately belongs to the next generation, encouraging hope that they will build something kinder than what came before. What Comes Next The future has always belonged to the children. Not the generals. Not the speeches. Not the maps. One day they will inherit all of this. Let’s hope they build something kinder.
Children in schools should never be an acceptable cost of war.
Resist.
Thinking of the students and teachers at the Shajareh Tayyebeh girls’ primary school.
Resist.
These poems are for them. 💙💙💙
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This is what we want. Not only once a year on Woman's Day .Everyday.
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Everyone is so underpaid. It's criminal.
Yeah. Maybe if they gave ppl appropriate amounts of work and paid them well, they wouldn't quit.
Exactly. Feed me!
Turn off the flash, mom.
Getting cuddles.
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For Uncle Jim. Dance your way home 💙
the long goodbye
is always too short
Good souls deserve to live forever.
Chicken feta spinach and reg pub burgers.
Fries? I'll give him a beer...
Yes, I want you to cook burgers on the grill even though it's supposed to storm and tornado.
Yes, I did send you a message on 3 SM accounts.
You're welcome.
Send more coffee.
#harmony #vss365 #bedroomeyesprompt #SheddingLayers #love #madrigal
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