A Month Of March Prompts In One Day

Thanks once again to Michelle from
Putting My Feet In The Dirt
for her list of daily prompts for the month of March.
Please visit her site for the March list of daily prompts.

I opened my journal this morning and followed Michelle’s
instructions while I drank my usual Fizzy Whizzys’ Morning Blend.
As I looked at her prompts I thought to myself,
Galloping Gadzooks! What in the world are
Purple Nurples?

I called Fidgety Fiona and asked her if she knew.
She told me that a purple nurple was the act of grabbing
and twisting a nipple of another person or yourself. I knew
then that this was going to be fun. I always thought
that only Creaky Cranks did things like that when they
were a Hobbity Bobbity, a not so average teenage boy.

I realized I was making Silly Assumptions and was
becoming Punch Drunk from the fizzy whizzy’s morning blend.
So following Michelle’s instructions, I decided it was time
to look for A Tisket For A Tasket
to put in my Powdered Blue basket. As I stepped
outside, the Billowy Breezes rattled the
Jelly Jars in my basket.

I started searching for Pouty and Plump Bootle Beetles
that had Stitches Of Glitches, a rare and very
valuable imperfection which would make a wonderful
tisket for a tasket. My friend Guzzling Gary
had once told me to look under the Mounds Of Mush
left by Pink Poodles.

Needless to say, that made me a little Antsy Pantsy.
I wasn’t looking forward to digging through poodle
mush trying to find the Ruby Red Fiddlesticks
which were hiding places for the beetles I was
looking for. I was getting Sniffles and Snuffles
dealing with all this Nonsensical Hodgepodge.

It had started to rain lightly which created
Dribbles of Delight and A Twinge Of Fate.
remembered a scene from Mission To Mars
and realized my quest was hopeless.

I decided that since it was raining, I would
stay dry if I had some Hanky Panky while I went
Spelunking with Moaning Myrtle. So with a
Hurry Scurry I went to pickup Myrtle and we
spent the day in a lovely cave making love
and getting high on Jamba Juice. I never
did find those darn bootle beetles but
after spending the day with Myrtle I
didn’t care.

The moral of this story: Let your writing take
you to places that you normally don’t go.

©Walt Page 2018

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The Call

Can you hear God calling you? A wonderful poem from my friend Vivian at Smell The Coffee.

Smell The Coffee

I hear God calling
increasingly louder
I hear God calling
with mounting power

In the whisper of wind
in the bubbling brook
in the rustle of leaves
in the pages of books

I hear God calling
in a burning bush
He seems to be calling
Calling for you

©Vivian Zems

February Writing Prompt 23/28~ mounting proportions

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A Month of January Prompts In One Day

Thanks to Michelle of Putting My Feet In The Dirt
for the inspiration I got when I read her list of
daily prompts for the month of January.

I am a Poet… A Writer… Here is my story.

I took a drag and inhaled deeply, holding it
as long as I could, when suddenly my mind
was filled with Shimmers of Chartreuse.
I was not surprised since I had taken many
Moonlit Excursions while eating Butter Brickle.

I joined a group of lonely women who were
Teleporting Topless while their Alphabet Stew
was spelling Sinkholes and Sandpaper.

I added some Pinches of Positivity to lubricate
my old Rusty Bearings and then took several
Thirsty Gulps from the Sea of Chardonnay.

I started reading the book called Bankruptcy To Broadway
because my friends had Pestered and Polished me and
talked about the Glitz And Glam of the book. Before
I became Permanently Petrified by the book, I knew
that Mountains Must Move before Wild And Willful
Prickly Pears caused Drips Of Diversion.

So I stopped in at the Spotted Cow for a drink and
became Knackered And Numb. A band called
Once Upon A Princess was playing while a stripper
named Centerfold Sensations performed a routine
she called Captured In Corduroy.

Her agent, Felix Fineas, was secretly hiding
Troubling Truths about his Stormy And Dreamy past.
Seems that he had travelled Over The Esker and been
Dunked And Drizzled from the Bridge Beyond. He
had murdered his wife, another stripper named
Stinging Nettles.

But that, my friends, is another story to be told
in a Time Before Time.

Thanks Michelle!

©Walt Page 2017


A Month Of Prompts In One Day

Thanks to Michelle of Putting My Feet In The Dirt
for the inspiration I got when I read her list of
daily prompts for the month of December.

I am a Poet… a Writer
I sit here Weaving Words
As I think about Thistles and thorns
As I write I worry about Vermicious Knids
That are Dripping with drudgery

My Tales of tinsel
Become Conspicuous Coincidences
Filled with Dingle berries
That are Perfectly Imperfect

Mrs. Claus Dances With Elves
As she is Swayed and seduced
She realizes that Oranges aren’t apples

Speckled candy waits in Variegated vessels
Chestnuts and chisels have been Stripped and polished
Dreidels and ladles are used
For Maneuvering the muck
Left by Pish Posh with Chipped Edges

My Idiotic Endeavors cause some Perky Punctuation
And why in the world did I write Beanut Putter?

I started writing Cryptic messages about Crinkled Corn
I warned everyone that Frosty goes wild about Fried Green Potatoes

I planned Royal Excursions with Agnostic Acorns
My mind was filled with Gritty globs of goodness
As I started Drawing the line
And watched the elves start chewing on Bitter Bones

Thanks Michelle!!

©Walt Page 2017


Meadows Of Light

Meadows of light
That glow in the dark
Fields full of fireflies
That brighten our hearts

We remember our childhood
Standing in fields
Trying to catch them
With laughter and squeals

We’d put them in jars
By the bed in our room
Our own meadows of light
When clouds covered the moon

Now that we’re older
They still brighten the dark
Those meadows of light
Live on in our hearts

Copyright © 2017 Walt Page
All Rights Reserved

Word prompt :  Meadows of light – Join in with Michelle, from Putting My Feet in the Dirt Her Writing Haven.  Check out her daily amazing word prompts for the month of September!


So God Made A Lollipop

A long time ago
When the world was still young
God looked down and smiled
At what he had done

Something is missing”
He said with a smile
And he started to dig
Through his ideas pile

It’s candy!”, He said to Himself
As He thought for awhile
Something that people won’t have to chew”
So He made it for me and He made it for you

He called it a Lollipop, sweet through and through
Put on a stick so there’s no need to chew
And when He was done, He said with a smile
I made it for everyone, but this one’s for you.”

Copyright © 2017 Walt Page
All Rights Reserved


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