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Image Credit: Happy Home Page on FB

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Game Prayer” by Al Ortolani: boys, spiral, prayer, door, glimmering, moment, forgive, seeing, world, splash, run, helmets

With a splash my boys come and go
Seeing the world as they all grow
Giving them such a happy home
Where they learn to run and forgive
Every moment good atmosphere
With our prayer they’re free to roam
Wear their helmets outside the door
Spiralling doing their chore
My boys, Edward, Gary, Jerome*

(c) ladyleemanila 2020

* Nove Otto

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #134,  Whirligig 264

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A happy home
A fuzzy nest
A comfy place
Where one can rest

It makes me smile
To know we’re there
As love has perched
Eternal fair

Delicate yet
Tough are the blooms
Whose fragrance touch
Each of the rooms

We have no fear
As when we said
Forevermore
Our love we pledged.

Our bond we swore
Our family
Our happy home
True blessings be.

Reena Saxena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge.  Reena says:
Happy Home is this week’s prompt.

Reena is the host of Reena’sExploration Challenge

PROMPT #134

Happy Home Page on FB

Image Credit: Happy Home Page on FB

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Nestled right where my heart resides

Is a place that I call home

I am never away from it

As I carry it with me everywhere

That sense of belonging

The feeling of perfect ease

It travels with me, within me

So wherever I am

I am at home

In comfort

At ease

~*~

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #134

A happy home is

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Open the box.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

still water

before the gentlest caress

of the wind

learning accompaniment

from listening to silence

for dVerse Poets’ Poetics – Solitude (pubtended by Bjorn)

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and Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 176, #Poet’sChoice

I palmed a polished pebble
sensed its surface — skin-
like; stayed silent,
strong between my breath
and seashell-sounds of self.
I talked to scents of spring
spiderwebbed myself
an earthworm…
listened to my heart
drawing circles
in wide-eyed lucent dreams.

Solitude by Gustave Courbet

A short poem on solitude and what you can find there for my prompt at dVerse.
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May 5, 2020

“If my theory of relativity is proven successful, Germany will claim me as a German and France will declare me a citizen of the world. Should my theory prove untrue, France will say that I am a German, and Germany will declare that I am a Jew.”

― Albert Einstein

There are millions of wonderful singers, actors, artists, writers and generally very talented people but only a very few become famous. Fame once gained must be cherished and held close with the help of public relation companies and image makers to ensure the public image remains untarnished. For fame is fickle and can be washed away in an instant by the tide of public opinion. In the Golden Days of Hollywood celebrities would bask in their public image, protected by the powerful studios, their private lives never…

Being dependable like the majestic tree,

Rather than mindlessly sway for materialistic greed,

Probably would outlast the fickleness of fame,

At the end of one’s game.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the challenge at Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 133. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.