copyright: Padre’s Ramblings
“What are those Grandpa?” Andrew asked pointing.
“Those are called the Giant’s Playthings, Sweetie. It’s said that long ago, a bored giant stacked them there while he was waiting for his wife and daughters to finish applying their make-up.”
Some giant’s distraction to
Pass away the day?
Weekend Writing Prompt #175 – Megalith
The thing you did, it hurt me
It felt just like a poke in the eye
It really will be hard to rectify
I’m not sure I can forgive you
But I will surely try
Weekend Writing Prompt #174 – Rectify in 35 words
Aware of one’s surroundings
Capable to emote and feel
The things that make us sentient
To be aware of what is real
But there are some among us
Elevated to political heights
That have no conception
That might isn’t always right
For sentient they are in name
But that’s far from the true deal
For they are cognisant only
Of what opinion polls reveal
For those of us others
Who dream – and hope – and feel
Beware the politicians when
Your very soul they seek to steal
Weekend Writing Prompt #173 – Sentient in 86 words
A poem can be enduring
Eternal truths held within
Though words in number brief
Its meaning without end
Weekend Writing Prompt #172 – Endless in 18 words
A new beginning, and the British stiff upper lip thing was the order of the day. After all they had come through the Blitz, the loss of empire, and mass social change brought on by immigration. There had been labour unrest in the 70s and early 80s. There had even been a world-wide pandemic. After all that how much impact could a little thing like Brexit have?
Weekend Writing Prompt #171 – Impact in 67 words
Remember back in the good old days –
When you were jostled in the station –
As you made your way?
Then no place to ever sit on the train –
You waited in the aisle trying to refrain –
From homicidal thoughts or inflicting pain
Weekend Writing Prompt #170 – Jostle in 42 words
A note to readers – I don’t actually suffer from road rage or “railroad” rage. In fact, my daughters tease me for me calmly saying to other drivers such things as “Please don’t,” when being tailgated or cut-up (American cut-off).
“You need to be gett’n off my property,” Roger Lowell shouted at the men on his porch.
“Mr. Lowell, we’re with the Police, and need a brief word with you. May we come in?”
“Do it right there, or not at all,” Lowell replied.
“Yes Sir, we can do it that way,” Officer Brown assured him.
“What’s this ’bout? I bet it’s that damn pith-helmeted scoundrel. Coming up here pound’n on my door like a fury.”
“Yes, it’s about the postman. He says you’re bit of a misanthrope.”
“I ain’t no misan-anything. Don’t care for people much – is all.”
Weekend Writing Prompt #169 – Misanthrope in 99 words
Pigeon fanciers, Dove-cote fans
Isn’t the hobby of just any man
When it comes to these avian fiends
They dote on their birdies – to the extreme
Whether it’s breeding them – or raising them
Or flying them in a race
Their cooing companions’ lives – they shall embrace
They’re peristeronic champions
Of that feathered race
Weekend Writing Prompt #168 – Peristeronic in 53 words
What was that inflection in your voice?
That subtle choice of words?
Was it a nuanced thing –
That I have just heard?
Was it as straightforward –
As it all seemed to be?
Or was it all – just me?
Weekend Writing Prompt #167 – Nuance in 38 words
“Where we off to?” Ripper Pike asked.
“We?” Tom Dale queried.
“I own half stake ‘n that mule you have there, so as I see it – where Molly goes – I go.”
– are going up country, past Bear Bend,” Dale replied. we
Several prospectors had gone into that hinterland before, and none had ever returned. Rumors abounded of strange beasts and savage natives.
“You know – Dale – I was consider’n retir’n. How ’bout you buy’n me out? ‘N, I hope you an ‘ol Molly have a great trip.”
Weekend Writing Prompt #166 – Hinterland in 87 words