Trump’s
No Smarter
By Not Reading
Than Those Who Can’t
Read
He’s
Functionally Illiterate
An Uninformed Moron
That Was Elected America’s
President
Willfully
Being Ignorant
Shows Less Intelligence
Than Children Learning To
Read
Copyright © 2020 Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 02.01.2020 – 05:30 a.m.
Inspired By Mark Twain’s Quote:
“A person who won’t read has no advantage over one who can’t read.”
Personal Anologies
By MWAH
1.) Beautiful girls can have a broken smile
2.) Confidence DOESN’T make me conceited..
It makes me NOT SETTLE
3.) A gentle heart may break easily
BUT it NEVER WANES
It KNOWS what it deserves
4.)Success isn’t in your wallet
It’s living the dream inside your soul
5.) A nice guy WONT finish last with me
He will win the trophy
6.) If My eyes are set on you
Don’t be quiet, be noisy
Otherwise I will blink
And close them
GOODBYE
7.)If I left you, your in my rear view mirror
My blinkers are on
Looking through the windshield
8.)Most important be honest, don’t lie, don’t sell me on false beliefs , truth wins
Don’t be a loser, because of fraud! Win because your real!
Copyright (c) 2021 Nichole Sulpizio – All Rights Reserved
Nikki dabs her eyes, mascara long gone. Days gone, really. Every time she thinks she’s dried up, the words and memories flood back in. She drops the Kleenex, reaches for another.
Partly she is heartbroken for the lost years, partly she is embarrassed. Embarrassed that she believed him. Through the lies, she kept believing. Hoping. Wishing. She never has been lucky, in anything really. A life of missed chances and playing it safe. Always one number off. Yet she has clung to the dreams of a love-starved heart, the toss of dice she gambled her everything on. She bet it all.
From the beginning, he says the sweetest things. She never believes him but it strokes her ego. That someone actually feels that way about her. Sees her that way. Six months in, an indiscretion. Another year, two more. And again. He says it is all innocent. She wants to…
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Nikki dabs her eyes, mascara long gone. Days gone, really. Every time she thinks she’s dried up, the words and memories flood back in. She drops the Kleenex, reaches for another.
Partly she is heartbroken for the lost years, partly she is embarrassed. Embarrassed that she believed him. Through the lies, she kept believing. Hoping. Wishing. She never has been lucky, in anything really. A life of missed chances and playing it safe. Always one number off. Yet she has clung to the dreams of a love-starved heart, the toss of dice she gambled her everything on. She bet it all.
From the beginning, he says the sweetest things. She never believes him but it strokes her ego. That someone actually feels that way about her. Sees her that way. Six months in, an indiscretion. Another year, two more. And again. He says it is all innocent. She wants to…
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Sometimes words are all we have to offer.
And even when they are not enough,
expressing so,
will appease a forlorn heart.
I need to write about this.
About what it meant to get that first email telling me what they had planned. About how it feels to be placed at the centre of something so unexpected and wrapped in words that mean so much…
And I will. I am just struggling at the moment to find the right words…
But if you head over to the Carrot Ranch, you will understand why…
Sue Vincent
Reblogged from H. R. R. Gorman at the Carrot Ranch:
Here at the Carrot Ranch, we take the business of 99-word literary art seriously. Those who participate in the Ranch prompts or yearly Rodeo saddle up to TUFF (The Ultimate Flash Fiction) it out and train new Rough Riders as we go. Now, the Ranch is hosting a new event to sharpen minds, welcome new hands, and celebrate one of our own the best way we know…View original post 23 more words
stark against grey skies
yellow fruit amidst jade leaves
bright prelude to spring
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #67 & VJ’s Weekly Challenge – Repercussions
the metal gate clanged shut
repercussions of actions
sunlight my one friend
#Whatdoyousee
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