Monique
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"Every time I listen to my favourite music, it #transports me to the best times in my life," Bob mused, while sitting in his comfy chair. Nora knew his record collection was untouchable. If space ran out, she would simply have to make more room.
#vss365
#vss365
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‘In Between’
Transport me to a time
that was before it was.
Wrap me in sheets of gold
like the morning's breath
fogs the sun outside my window
Take me to Paris
kiss me under the Eiffel Tower
take my hand at the traffic light.
Conveyor-belt clouds smile at our loop—
Red means more.
#vss365 #poetry
Transport me to a time
that was before it was.
Wrap me in sheets of gold
like the morning's breath
fogs the sun outside my window
Take me to Paris
kiss me under the Eiffel Tower
take my hand at the traffic light.
Conveyor-belt clouds smile at our loop—
Red means more.
#vss365 #poetry
November 15, 2025 at 9:19 AM
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"Every time I listen to my favourite music, it #transports me to the best times in my life," Bob mused, while sitting in his comfy chair. Nora knew his record collection was untouchable. If space ran out, she would simply have to make more room.
#vss365
#vss365
November 15, 2025 at 8:16 AM
"Every time I listen to my favourite music, it #transports me to the best times in my life," Bob mused, while sitting in his comfy chair. Nora knew his record collection was untouchable. If space ran out, she would simply have to make more room.
#vss365
#vss365
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November 12, 2025 at 7:30 PM
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braiding autumn’s wind
November knows it cannot
measure hopelessness
hides under December’s blanket
will we see Spring bloom and ascend
#BraveWrite #vss365 #Poetry
#measure #PoetryCommunity
#tanka #haiku #BlueSkyPoet
Under the weather🍁BBS
Miss & love you,
Aspen🕊️
👇
youtu.be/suBmE6AxwnE?si…
November knows it cannot
measure hopelessness
hides under December’s blanket
will we see Spring bloom and ascend
#BraveWrite #vss365 #Poetry
#measure #PoetryCommunity
#tanka #haiku #BlueSkyPoet
Under the weather🍁BBS
Miss & love you,
Aspen🕊️
👇
youtu.be/suBmE6AxwnE?si…
November 12, 2025 at 7:50 AM
braiding autumn’s wind
November knows it cannot
measure hopelessness
hides under December’s blanket
will we see Spring bloom and ascend
#BraveWrite #vss365 #Poetry
#measure #PoetryCommunity
#tanka #haiku #BlueSkyPoet
Under the weather🍁BBS
Miss & love you,
Aspen🕊️
👇
youtu.be/suBmE6AxwnE?si…
November knows it cannot
measure hopelessness
hides under December’s blanket
will we see Spring bloom and ascend
#BraveWrite #vss365 #Poetry
#measure #PoetryCommunity
#tanka #haiku #BlueSkyPoet
Under the weather🍁BBS
Miss & love you,
Aspen🕊️
👇
youtu.be/suBmE6AxwnE?si…
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A old fellow whose favorite pleasure
Is amassing a surplus of treasure,
Enjoys using his #power
To make people cower.
And THAT's how I take the man's #measure.
#vss365 #Measure #Plato #Philosophy #Limerick #Limericks #Writing #Humor #Humour #Poetry #MicroPoetry #LightVerse #Poems #PoetryCommunity
Is amassing a surplus of treasure,
Enjoys using his #power
To make people cower.
And THAT's how I take the man's #measure.
#vss365 #Measure #Plato #Philosophy #Limerick #Limericks #Writing #Humor #Humour #Poetry #MicroPoetry #LightVerse #Poems #PoetryCommunity
November 12, 2025 at 9:43 PM
A old fellow whose favorite pleasure
Is amassing a surplus of treasure,
Enjoys using his #power
To make people cower.
And THAT's how I take the man's #measure.
#vss365 #Measure #Plato #Philosophy #Limerick #Limericks #Writing #Humor #Humour #Poetry #MicroPoetry #LightVerse #Poems #PoetryCommunity
Is amassing a surplus of treasure,
Enjoys using his #power
To make people cower.
And THAT's how I take the man's #measure.
#vss365 #Measure #Plato #Philosophy #Limerick #Limericks #Writing #Humor #Humour #Poetry #MicroPoetry #LightVerse #Poems #PoetryCommunity
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“We have #lost sev’ral members, I hear,”
Said the maestro. “Some key ones, I fear.
It’s too late for auditions
To find new musicians.
I guess we must play it by ear.”
#DailyHaikuPrompt #Lost #Music #Musicians #Limerick #Limericks #Humor #Humour #Poetry #MicroPoetry #LightVerse #Poems #Writing
Said the maestro. “Some key ones, I fear.
It’s too late for auditions
To find new musicians.
I guess we must play it by ear.”
#DailyHaikuPrompt #Lost #Music #Musicians #Limerick #Limericks #Humor #Humour #Poetry #MicroPoetry #LightVerse #Poems #Writing
November 12, 2025 at 7:27 PM
“We have #lost sev’ral members, I hear,”
Said the maestro. “Some key ones, I fear.
It’s too late for auditions
To find new musicians.
I guess we must play it by ear.”
#DailyHaikuPrompt #Lost #Music #Musicians #Limerick #Limericks #Humor #Humour #Poetry #MicroPoetry #LightVerse #Poems #Writing
Said the maestro. “Some key ones, I fear.
It’s too late for auditions
To find new musicians.
I guess we must play it by ear.”
#DailyHaikuPrompt #Lost #Music #Musicians #Limerick #Limericks #Humor #Humour #Poetry #MicroPoetry #LightVerse #Poems #Writing
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#vss365 #TheAphorist
We are weighed on the scales of wonder. That is the true #measure of our living.
We are weighed on the scales of wonder. That is the true #measure of our living.
November 11, 2025 at 9:17 AM
#vss365 #TheAphorist
We are weighed on the scales of wonder. That is the true #measure of our living.
We are weighed on the scales of wonder. That is the true #measure of our living.
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Shadows long and dark
Dark they walk by my side
Side to side I can’t #measure
#measure how far to run
Run-away but from my mind self
Self I am alone
Alone they appear these shadows
Shadows cover me all around
Around there’s nowt but shadows
#vss365 #EWRPoetry
Dark they walk by my side
Side to side I can’t #measure
#measure how far to run
Run-away but from my mind self
Self I am alone
Alone they appear these shadows
Shadows cover me all around
Around there’s nowt but shadows
#vss365 #EWRPoetry
November 11, 2025 at 9:37 AM
Shadows long and dark
Dark they walk by my side
Side to side I can’t #measure
#measure how far to run
Run-away but from my mind self
Self I am alone
Alone they appear these shadows
Shadows cover me all around
Around there’s nowt but shadows
#vss365 #EWRPoetry
Dark they walk by my side
Side to side I can’t #measure
#measure how far to run
Run-away but from my mind self
Self I am alone
Alone they appear these shadows
Shadows cover me all around
Around there’s nowt but shadows
#vss365 #EWRPoetry
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‘So, tell me about Craig,’ Meg said, before sipping her frothy coffee.
Her creamy lip irritated me. Before I could make her wipe it, she put a napkin to her mouth.
I said, ‘He had holes in his socks. Refused to bin them.’
Meg sighed. ‘He’ll never #measure up to Bill then?’
I shrugged.
#vss365
Her creamy lip irritated me. Before I could make her wipe it, she put a napkin to her mouth.
I said, ‘He had holes in his socks. Refused to bin them.’
Meg sighed. ‘He’ll never #measure up to Bill then?’
I shrugged.
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 10:23 AM
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Dylan wasn’t used to being any kind of authority. It didn’t sit right with him, what with his dubious and somewhat flexible approach to the #law, but he was in authority now, and, on the whole, didn’t like it in the least.
But he had to suck it up and make the best of it. Lives depended.
#vss365
But he had to suck it up and make the best of it. Lives depended.
#vss365
November 9, 2025 at 9:18 AM
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my river was serene
over the years it became a sea
its silver water turned blue
my loved ones
weren't strong enough to withstand
my #lawless turbulence
and then you came
with an ocean in your eyes
calling my sea to a home
#vss365
over the years it became a sea
its silver water turned blue
my loved ones
weren't strong enough to withstand
my #lawless turbulence
and then you came
with an ocean in your eyes
calling my sea to a home
#vss365
a man is carrying a woman on his shoulders in the water .
ALT: a man is carrying a woman on his shoulders in the water .
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November 9, 2025 at 8:33 AM
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"You gotta do it. It's the #law."
"Show me where in the law book it says I have to carry ice cream in my back pocket on Sundays."
"It's right here. See!"
"Oh...So it is. Who the heck came up with this, and why??!"
"It's the whole country. We just want to be the opposite of that other place."
#vss365
"Show me where in the law book it says I have to carry ice cream in my back pocket on Sundays."
"It's right here. See!"
"Oh...So it is. Who the heck came up with this, and why??!"
"It's the whole country. We just want to be the opposite of that other place."
#vss365
November 9, 2025 at 8:38 AM
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We knap flint until evening. The woman makes fine arrowheads, I’m impressed. She smiles at my half-done spearpoint.
I set wood. Placing a crystal, she sings a song of flame. Fire kindles. Sorcery! This woman surprises!
I offer the warmth of my arms.
We are no longer strangers.
#SciFanSat #sff
I set wood. Placing a crystal, she sings a song of flame. Fire kindles. Sorcery! This woman surprises!
I offer the warmth of my arms.
We are no longer strangers.
#SciFanSat #sff
November 8, 2025 at 12:34 PM
We knap flint until evening. The woman makes fine arrowheads, I’m impressed. She smiles at my half-done spearpoint.
I set wood. Placing a crystal, she sings a song of flame. Fire kindles. Sorcery! This woman surprises!
I offer the warmth of my arms.
We are no longer strangers.
#SciFanSat #sff
I set wood. Placing a crystal, she sings a song of flame. Fire kindles. Sorcery! This woman surprises!
I offer the warmth of my arms.
We are no longer strangers.
#SciFanSat #sff
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The #language of the Line rose from sand fine as talc, from a pale blue base that shimmered but did not flow. 170 glassy kilometres of blinding desert sun. Hieroglyphs made more sense to everyone. Its letters carved from concrete, bent from steel, spelt out a madness we all could feel.
#vss365
#vss365
November 8, 2025 at 12:56 PM
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At midnight when nothing seems to move under the moon,
The growing desire for silence to find its voice.
The page,
Still dry as a bone.
Suddenly something familiar begins to move,
The unwilling hand,
Finds the hidden language
And begins to press the pen into the night.
#vss365 #language
The growing desire for silence to find its voice.
The page,
Still dry as a bone.
Suddenly something familiar begins to move,
The unwilling hand,
Finds the hidden language
And begins to press the pen into the night.
#vss365 #language
November 8, 2025 at 1:00 PM