Thank you, Lit. I'm waiting for you in the red corner.
Vielen Dank, Parker!
Thank you, drew!
Thank you, Emi!
Thank you, cm!
Thank you, Peter! Life stays colorful!
Thank you, BlindAmbition!
Thank you!
Thank you, Wayne!
Thank you, Bill!
lol Thank you, Lisa! Part of this belongs to you. And, of course to my perfect team Cole and Val. *hug*
Thank you, Gary! I will certainly do.
Thank you, Daddy! *hug*
Thank you, Ron!
Thank you, Reader!
Thank you for your kind words, AC!
Cole! Thank you so much! I couldn't have done this without your help and encouragement.
Thank you, Puppi!
Thank you!
Thank you!
Thank you, Graeme!
Good morning!
Thank you so much to the Author Promotion Team for making me red! And to Mann for the great banner. And to my readers! Yay! A special thank you to Lisa for polishing my stories!
Coffee now.
Absurd? Really? lol
I love Venice! It's one of my most favorite cities and always hits me over the head with inspiration.
Yep, I've been a little dada, now that you mention it. The'takes my hand' poem came straight from my heart.
Val's prompt give my chaotic thoughts structure. I have pieces of films in my head and I don't know how to sort them. Charlie Chaplin's speech always makes me cry...and determined. We don't need to speak about Dead Poets Society...
Thank you for your kind words, AC.
#11
As Val suggested, and because tonight is full moon, a moon poem! Loosely inspired by ‘A Grand Day Out!
Cracker without cheese.
Honey without bees.
Head cold without sneeze.
Oh, please!
The moon is made of cheese.
My honey needs no bees.
Instead of sneeze I freeze.
Oh, jeez!
This poem makes no sense.
But in my defense
The fun was immense.
Poets! No offence.
#12
Inspired by the ‘What Time is it?’ prompt and, loosely, by the m
Day seven made me check and re-do my list, day 8 made me grin, day nine and I want to hug you, day ten *cringe*, been there, done that, day eleven: so true, day 12: I learned a new word!, day thirteen: just perfect
Thank you, Val. I couldn't have done this without your input. Dead Pout's Society is a great film and I almost didn't dare to take a scene and write a poem, lol.
#6
Inspired by AC’s Ghazal prompt using the final speech from the movie ‘The Great Dictator’.
I don’t want to rule, or hate.
I don’t want to conquer, raid.
Greed is poisoning men’s souls,
leaves the heart a barren state.
Technical evolution
should not divide but conflate.
Hate will pass, dictators die,
and power they will abate.
Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavers!
Tear down walls and crash the gate!
People do h