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After all these years still a work in progress.
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August 2024 Drabble Challenge: First Day of School
Tell me a story in exactly 100 words using the prompt, "First Day of School." Take it in any direction you want, you don't have to use the exact phrase or keywords or anything, but do draw us in with a return to school as your theme. Please use standard punctuation, grammar, and spelling to spin a prose tale for a chance to score a whopper of a prize: TWO WHOLE DOLLARS! I'll pick the winner in early September, no need to tag me with your entry.
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dianetex in Flash Fiction
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First Day

The first day of school is rapidly approaching. I returned on August 1st and have been prepping in between the torture of all the PD days crammed in over the past two weeks.

I put the finishing touches on my room yesterday in anticipation for the return of the little people. I'm praying for all the students and teachers everywhere as they walk through the doors into a new year. I pray for the safety of all. I pray that the kids have a challenging positive learning environment. I pray that all the teachers remember their "why" for being there.

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The world around us is on fire and here I am just writing this poem. (rd 2)
Use the title as a prompt. Poetry and prose entries welcome.
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dianetex in Poetry & Free Verse
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Fire and Peace

The world around us is on fire and here I am just writing this poem feeling numb

To the left, to the right, doesn't matter which way I look

I got to be honest I am seeing people acting dumb

The things they say and do has got me all shook.

I am so tired of bad behavior and bad news stories

I feel as though I cannot breathe

Weather, groceries, utilities, gasoline and bills - yeah we got plenty of worries

Overwhelmed, yep, but we just can't give up and put on a mourning wreath

We have to be like Taylor and shake it off

There is certainly work to be done

Needs to be plenty of room for all at the trough

A mind in search of peace is a battle that must be won.

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Write a free verse poem: When you said ...
Write a 12 to 21 line free verse poem about something a parent, sibling, or significant other said to you that was surprising to you. Begin the poem with the line, "When you said ...." Remember, free verse poetry doesn't follow strict patterns or conventions such as meter or rhyme scheme.
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dianetex in Poetry & Free Verse
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Beryl

When you said y'all would have all our power on by Wednesday, you flat out lied.

Day six looks like it's fixin' to turn into day seven - what spin you going to weave next?

Don't make promises you can't keep...leave that to the loco politicians

Here's a tip don't give an interview with a thermostat right behind you either...

Not a good look, it's not one that hot and angry Texans appreciate.

I know we cannot control Mother Nature as she is fickle.

Beryl was a beast that whipped winds like I have never heard nor seen from any Hurricane.

The mishandling of a bad situation well, y'all got room for improvement.

The "Be Someone" mural on I-45 is legend, and now there's a new kid in town

and it can be found under I-10

Kudos to the artist who expressed "CENTERPOINTLE$$"

Well done.

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Challenge
The Box
(: How ever you interpret. It's open, or shut :)
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dianetex
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The Box

The box was marked all over with "fragile" and to "handle with care."

I could tell by its travels that little mind was paid to those stamped words that appeared everywhere.

Despite the weathered appearance it was sitting there.

A little tattered and somewhat battered. Definitely the trip had left it banged up and a bit worn.

Every mile and every obstacle it encountered were apparent on its surface. Curiosity had me.

I wanted to peer into that box

below the surface of its exterior

to the contents that were held within.

It felt as if I was going to expose more than what perhaps the size of that box could contain.

Once opened, would I be able to close it?

I lifted it and gave it a gentle shake

there was no rattle or weight.

Slowly I went ahead and peeled back the protective layers of tape

and was totally surprised when I realized.

The contents of that box held my life

Clear memories of both long forgotten ones as well as those closely held.

Tears from joys and painful heartbreaks

laughter unleashed

precious moments of things cherished

choices - the should'ves and the should nots.

Words expressed that were said in regret and regretfully those never spoken.

Everything in that box.

Puzzled by the stamps of "fragile" and to "handle with care."

Because I saw hurts and some pains that I had been through and some that I caused.

It was then I realized this is life...it's fragile and we do need to handle it with care

but we are built by grace to endure whatever comes our way.

The box is my shell...my vessel in my travels

The contents are my memories, choices and opportunities both taken and missed.

The tape so securely holding it all together not ever allowing it to fall completely apart

represents that of my ever-loving protective Father. He is what keeps me together.

Life is fragile

we encounter hard experiences and hurts, yet they do not break us

For he who created us holds us in each moment.

Cherish the joys, look back to the hardest battles behind you because you made it through.

Memories to be made await you. Life is meant to be lived.

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Challenge
5×5
In honor of Cinco de Mayo, write a poem that is five lines and each line only had five words. Winner gets $5!
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dianetex in Micropoetry
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Que Pasa

May 5th, we love you

festive dresses to fun festivities

a margarita or maybe two

feel that warm gulf breeze

celebrating and settling within you.

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Tell me about your dog
bonus if your banner pic is the dog- no dying dogs no sad dogs- just tell me about your dog... a lil biography of a dog you have or had and why he or she is worthy to be written about. One winner will be chosen- but I also sling juice.
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dianetex in Words
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Houston

I swore after losing my two German Shepherds, Sam and Brandy within eleven months of each other, that I could never ever go through that deep pain again. They had long blessed lives where they loved large and knew that they were loved. One day it just hit me, why would you not want the blessing of a dog in your life? Life is short and filled with so many trials...We hear constant chants of "live your best life." How could I possibly do that without the joy of a dog?

I met my girl, Houston, when she was four weeks old and picked her up at 8 weeks. She is beautiful, bright and simply a joy. She is well behaved, and yes, she would protect me with all her might. She has blessed me in so many ways that I just can't begin to tell you. I truly don't know what I would do without this precious being.

A dog is simply one amazing heart who loves you unconditionally during your good days and bad days. No matter what kind of day you had - they make it better. These darlins' are always happy to see you, and they celebrate you every time they look at you. Talk about your ride or die true blue companion - it just doesn't get any better. She goes to doggie daycare.... and yep, I didn't see that one coming, but while I am at school she can run and play with her buds. We are living our best lives...

Today, my girl Houston is celebrating her second birthday! I give thanks daily to share this life with her. Hug a dog - it is good for your soul. Say a prayer for those dogs, cats, and all animals waiting for their forever family.

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Green
Write what comes to mind. Any style you choose is fine.
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dianetex
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Green to Blue to Red

These green eyes have seen an awful lot

Somethings I really wished I had not

I have born witness to times that were of the best

While other events truly put me to the test

I tell my students that no new technical find

Can ever replace the wonders or the power of their mind

Kids can't spell and are struggling to read

Corporations peddle the latest "best way" not for the benefit of the child, but for their own greed

They tell you; you cannot fail a child you must move them on

what happens when they become grown and they face the world in a whole new dawn

By this practice they are being set up for failure by just pushing them on to the next grade

For those children I am heartbroken and truly very afraid.

Back in my day if I failed that was my score

It is certainly not like that anymore

Teachers are not there just to collect a check

We care and trust me we feel as if we are on a ship that is certainly bound to wreck.

Our system is in trouble

Left to this we will be fighting to dig out of the unjust rubble

Educators are fleeing a broken system

We want change and accountability is their anthem.

These eyes of green have turned and began to fade

to that of another shade

from green to blue to red

what ever the color tears are shed

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Challenge
God, The Universe, and You Part 5: The Cosmic Soup
Where do you think life comes from? Where do we go when we die? Do spirits and souls linger? Do they exist at all?
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dianetex
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Faith and Beyond

Faith tells me that the Lord created all. All things come from His calling them into existence. My belief is very simple, and it is what works for me. I believe having a relationship or not with Christ is a personal and individual experience for us all. I, like everyone have experienced storms, tragedies and trials. I have been going through some difficulties over the past few months. If my foundation was based on myself or that of this world...I would have long crumbled, however, my foundation is not built on "sand", but is built on the "rock." He is my anchor.

I do believe God knew us before we were formed. He knew the choices and actions that we would make, nothing comes as a surprise to him, and that despite our many shortcomings he loves us and offers forgiveness if we ask. In the majesty of all his creations, he gave us free will. We can choose to believe or not. Accept or reject, the choice is ours. It is certainly not mine to condemn another's beliefs or one's non-belief.

I think about the great love that he chose to give...he who was perfect and without any sin loved his children enough to take on their sin. That is powerful. His death was beyond brutal. His empty tomb and resurrection are victory over death. I praise him and I thank him. He is my Lord.

I have no doubt in my heart or my mind that I serve a living God who is ever present. There are things that occur in our world that we just do not understand....there is evil among us, there are wars and so many injustices. Things that are not clear will be made clear. I just hold faith.

I pray, I believe in his presence, his tender mercies and every grace he lovingly gives. I know when I call upon his name, he knows my need. I know he is with me in all things. I cannot possibly nor properly express enough praise or gratitude to God.

My personal belief is that when this life closes, we go into His arms in that moment. I honestly, do not know the process from that moment on...but believe in His word. I am at peace with it because I have accepted him as my Savior and that I walk by faith not by sight. I believe in full heart he is with us throughout our lives - before we were formed, our first breath and every moment in between including the final breath drawn here on this earth. While the shell of the body is laid to rest our soul lives on, it is eternally with Him.

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March '24 Drabble: Lucky Duck
Write me a prose story in exactly 100 words, using standard spelling and punctuation, on this topic: Luck. Good luck, bad luck, no luck, hard luck, whatever. It's supposed to be the month celebrating the Luck of the Irish, but anybody who has studied history can tell ya...luck is really, really subjective. I'll pick the winner in early April, unless I forget until mid April.
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dianetex in Flash Fiction
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Cowboy Rides Away

Cowboy hat pulled down with collar straight up, hand on the trigger, walking right into whatever the next adventure life holds. His steps measured realizing the power of luck isn't so much in his corner, as it's more situational. The thing about situations is they change on a dime. Sometimes we walk in tall cotton other times life is cattywampus. Life is what it is, until it isn't.

When I asked where he was headed, he looked at me and half grinned stating, "I figure north is a direction and south is just a lifestyle." He disappeared. Vaya con Dios.

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Monthy Poetry Challenge for March.
Write a poem about a cleansing by fire, by any means: Beautiful, dirty, gritty, dark, fluffy... make it yours. Winner is decided by likes, and will receive a crisp $10.00 -Set it alight.
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dianetex in Poetry & Free Verse
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Cleansed

Loving eyes angered and reflective of flames

His offer of grace, mercy and forgiveness often ignored

People throughout the land continue to play their insane games

Yes, the actual decline and separation of the lowly human has soared.

We go through our days

Choices and options before us often lose out

to what comes down to our desires or just easier ways

The abundance accumulated by the means of the world is lost by a self-inflicted drought

We are not without hope for he has a plan, it's never forced, but offered for redemption

Nothing brings more joy than that lost child finding the way back home

The joy of that sheer sweet moment of surrender and salvation

Never more to stray, never more lost to roam.

We walk by trial and tribulation

Consumed by the worldly generated fire

We are given absolution

That gift that can only be from a power higher

We are cleansed.

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