Tag Archives: The Sunday Whirl

Affirmations, For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 700, Mar 30, 2025

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Affirmations

Poems rush to mind in a barrage,
then fade away like a mirage.
Words light as petals fall like rain
into a beautiful terrain

that forms a sort of sanctuary
where as I age I choose to tarry,
pretending that I’m going to miss
encounter with that grim abyss.

Another verse escapes my breath,
as with flushed face, I confront death.
Such affirmations reveal as sham
all that threatens what I am.

For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 700, the prompt words are: grim abyss flush raised mirage sham whispers light petals breath beauty

For Sunday Whirl Wordle, Mar 23, 2025

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The King of Chaos. I was on my way to a local hotel/restaurant to read my Trump poem when I saw a woman selling this pinata beside the road. I braked, turned around and went to buy it. A man, seeing me buying it, stopped to buy one as well. “Does it have anything inside?” He asked. “No, you have to cut it open in back and fill it,” I answered. “What should we fill it with?” asked his female companion. “I’d suggest filling it with baloney,” I answered.

The King of Chaos. I was on my way to a local hotel/restaurant to read my Trump poem when I saw a woman selling this pinata beside the road. I braked, turned around and went to buy it. A man, seeing me buying it, stopped to buy one as well. “Does it have anything inside?” He asked. “No, you have to cut it open in back and fill it,” I answered. “What should we fill it with?” asked his female companion. “I’d suggest filling it with baloney.”

Depression

A chain of glimmering wishes gleams silver as I free
my mind from all its worries of what is or what may be,
but moment by sadder moment, my sorrow flames again,
whipped up from fading embers of a sadness that has been
lingering like a trance that I cannot escape.
Faint shadows of those horrors that assume a larger shape.
I dip into my past to restore wild memories
that I naively hope will bring  depression to its knees.
But they do too little to trim away the fears
That hover all around me, holding pleasure in arrears.

The word prompts for today’s Sunday Whirl are: sorrow dip  chain wild silver free trance glimmer faint trim

(If you can think of a better title for this poem, please suggest it. Company arrived just as I was finishing it and gotta get posted.

Roll of the Dice for Sunday Whirl 698 Wordle

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Roll of the Dice

If you need to find those parts of you
particled off by life,
those strings of you that have spun off
in times  of  loss and strife,
address the world with that new you
and let it hear your voice.
A dirge becomes a rousing reel
depending on the voice
that chooses how to read the dice,
reflecting gain or loss
by their interpretation
of the numbers that they toss.

 

For the Sunday Whirl 698 Wordle Prompt the words are:
time hear lose world off string life particles reel need find

Moody Blues, for The Sunday Whirl

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Moody Blues

Like a child denied its favorite toy, you slip into that gloom
that seems to cast a sorcerer’s  spell all across the room.
You jinx that joy  formerly sown––that rapture gone astray.
Like a gift once kindly given, then cruelly  jerked away,
A soft wind blows a kind of truce that stills your restless mind,
and styles a more tranquil place for you to hide behind.

For the Sunday Whirl the words are: favor kind jinx spell sorcery gift denial child style rapture truce 

 

Voices, For Wordle 697

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Voices

As I huddle in my twisted dreams,
wind shakes my window frame.
Rain scars the glass in knitted streams
as thunder calls my name.
LIghtning flashes secrets
and by habit, I attend,
by rising to fill pages
with the messages they send.

For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 697, the prompt words are: habit flash dreams twist shakes rain scars knitted glass secret pages huddle

“Abandoned” for The Sunday Whirl Wordle, Feb 23, 2025

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Abandoned

Voices echo down long hallways where there’s no one left to hear––
each second fading into hour to day to week to year.
Old friends now departed, time has finally run out.
Words have lost their power. Memories have lost their clout.
Mirrors show no images, locks rust and fall away
as the fires of time passing burn to ash another day.

For The Sunday Whirl Wordle #695 the prompt words were: lock fades echo out voices burn show friends time power hear second.  Image by Alexy Malakov on Unsplash.

“Dear Jane” for The Sunday Whirl Wordle, Feb 16, 2025

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Dear Jane

I hold your letter in my hand as the sun like a crimson dragon claws  through the thinning clouds––spreading its sunset colors against a sky bruised with the remnants of an earlier fog. It casts a halo around your head–a spell broken by what you have just repeated to me in person––those words that have hollowed out my heart, now empty of all those past promises gone without a trace.

You are bound for the glory of that new career, far off in a golden land. No mention of my coming along. So I will remain, formerly yours, broken-hearted, in this place where the sun has now set for you, ready to rise again, as you will, on the other side of the world.

 

For the Sunday Whirl Wordle #694 the prompt words are: hollow clawing bruised broken spell spiralingfog halo bound trace dragon crimson

 

Snow-Bound, For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 693, Feb 8, 2025

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Snow-Bound

When I saw the prompt words, I knew it would be topical
to talk about a climate that was anything but tropical.
Truly, in the past I have trudged through sludge and snow,
my socks sodden and water-soaked by the fire’s glow.
Despite those still-clear memories, I have some reservations––
a few inner thoughts about those former titillations
felt while swooping down a ski hill, zooming up the rise
of the hill that rose again at the old hill’s demise.
For sure, snow is a despot. It chills and then it freezes,
leaving souvenirs of grippe, sniffles, coughs and sneezes.
But oh what memories we might have, in fact I’m sure we will
of strapping on those sticks just meant for zooming down the hill,
and even though we started at various reckless paces,
somehow, some (and I was one) landed on our faces.

The prompt words for The Sunday Whirl Wordle 693 are: past climate water trudge sludge sodden despite despot rise demise few inner

“The Rock Star’s Lament” for the Sunday Whirl Wordle # 591

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The Rock Star’s Lament

I scan the shadows for lurking fans,
as staff surveys surrounding vans.
We know their tricks, know where they gather,
and what gets them in a lather.

Their heads snap back at full attention
when they hear the very mention
of my name and flashbulbs flash.
They ask for autographs and cash.

They reach to touch or cast me gifts.
They corner me on stairs or lifts.
They feign a faint or hum a song
I’ve just recorded as they walk along

the path they know I daily walk,
hoping for a little talk.
I should feel flattered, except that it’s
exhausting to be loved to bits!!!!

For the Sunday Whirl Wordle today, the prompt words are:
touch hum flash faint gather staff tricks head snap bits cast shadows
Thanks to Sam Moghadam on Unsplash for the image.

“Shore Leave” for The Sunday Whirl # 691, Jan 26, 2025

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Shore Leave

Calm cliffs rise up from beastly seas to soothe a sailor’s mind,
and rolling hills make memories of a different kind.
Though blades of grass may mimic the sway of restless swells,
more timid winds shake music from a string of tiny bells
woven through the tree limbs and stroke music from thin bars
sticking up out of  the earth, topped off by tiny jars
that lips of breezes play like flutes to create harmony
under the stars that sets the hearts of land-bound sailors free.
These scenes that meet their gazes dispel dark memories
of months of troubled dreaming on tempest-tossed wild seas

Painting by Juan Antonio Pérez Ayala

For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 691  today’s words to use are: bell mimic blade gaze hills jar soothe mind stars timid beastly sea