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*Twenty-Nineteen, Blogs

WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS MAKE A MARTINI

This post is inspired by writing prompt #112 write something about lemons
– enjoy

lemon drop martini

When life gives you lemons squeeze them then put into a blender make lemon drop Martini’s.  Life is always a party with a good strong Martini as they say a lemon a day keeps the batty people away. Slice them up for a warm cup of tea, perfectly soothing warming the soul on those cold nights.  Cool them down for a light bite of summer’s delight hanging out with linguini and shrimp.

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*Twenty-Twenty-One, Blogs

TRAFFIC LIGHTS

Green, Green, Green nothing but green lights straight ahead. We got the green light to Go, Go, Go. No time for red lights. No time to stop for once I can see everything clearly. Sorrow sweet sorrow is never far behind today she’s outta of my mind.

Driving down open roads no traffic to block the view. My foot pushing faster on the gas pedal speeding up to a natural high I’m really digging this ride.

Taking a long ride up the coastal highway windows rolled down and hair flying freely wildly in the brisk sea air there’s nothing better in this moment than riding high with loved ones.

This blog is inspired by writing prompt 107 write about Love and Driving

Word Count: 125

*Twenty-Nineteen, Blogs

TOMORROW

Carolyn V. Wormely
Sunrise: October 26, 1935 🌹 Sunset: December 13, 2009

This one’s for you mom.  I love more than you’ll ever know.

Tomorrow is here that time of year when we think of you fondly my dear.  All the tears shed hasn’t healed the pain of your departure. Today I fear to close my eyes to wake up to tomorrow which marks the day you received your heavenly wings.

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*Twenty-Nineteen

PRETTY

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder and yet as I stand here looking at the mess in the mirror I beg to differ.  I’m not a beauty nor do I feel pretty.  What I see is quite the opposite.  I see ugly, useless, dirty person with no future.  I wish I can be pretty, as pretty as the actress that grace the silver screen.  I wish I can be pretty, as pretty as those models who are splashed on the cover of sports magazines.  I wish I can be pretty, as pretty as the girl sitting across from me on the bus.  I wish I had better eyes to see what you see a beautiful girl.

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*Twenty-Eighteen, Featured

AUTUMN
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This poem is inspired by writing prompt #118 write about autumn/fall
– enjoy

Autumn leaves are falling stripping the trees bare. There’s a crisp breeze dancing in the air. The smells of pumpkin spice and everything nice is everywhere.  You and I sit on the porch welcoming the Autumn dawn. It’s that time of year again when I think of you most. Red, brown and yellow leaves falling around us and you holding me in your arms like a warm blanket on this Autumn day. Squeezing tighter and tighter, I can feel your heartbeat against my back. I can feel your warm breath on my neck, submerged in your embrace knowing that no one will ever love me in this way.

💜💜💜

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