He was larger than life
He was the law at home
And the law in the streets
He gave long hours
To serve and protect
He gave homework help and advice
To help me grow with love
He could program a computer
And write like a poet
As I continue to mourn his loss
I pay tribute to the great man he was
He was nothing short of my hero
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – tribute
The way you laugh –
It makes the world seem kinder.
The way you take time for me –
Makes me feel important.
The way you look at me –
It makes me feel beautiful.
But the way I feel
Leaves me scared…
I think you could make me do
Things I know are wrong.
With just a simple word from you
I would fall into your arms,
Leaving the past behind.
…that thought leaves me petrified.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – petrified
The reason you did it
Often baffles me…
If you didn’t want to
Speak to me
Why did you start the conversation?
If you didn’t want to
Help me out
Why did you offer your hand?
If you didn’t want to
Touch me
Why did you stand so close?
If you didn’t want to
Be my friend
Why were you so kind?
If you didn’t want to
Be loved
Why did you climb so deep into my heart?
If you didn’t want to
Hurt me
Why did you do everything but love me?
What was your reasoning;
Will you ever tell me why…
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – reason
He stood in the corner
Speaking to a young woman
About what I didn’t know
I tried not to stare
But his looks
Piqued my curiosity
Something about his smile
And the way he was laughing
I was drawn to him
And all night I hoped
We would meet
When he left
Without an introduction
I felt I missed my chance
But we can’t always
Get what we want
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – pique
Your car sits
In the garage
Gathering dust
I can’t drive it
It holds too many
Memories of yesterday
Of when you were with me
When we were a family
When there was love
Now you’re gone
And it is such a tragedy
Struck down too young
By poisoning yourself
Day by day
Bottle by bottle
Drink by drink
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – garage
No ritzy hotel
Feels nearly as good as
My own bed at home
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – ritzy
I believed you
But you only constructed lies.
I needed you
But you built up a wall.
I loved you
But you walked away.
I lost so much
But gained a renewed strength.
So, thank you
For making me stronger.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – construct
Getting ready to write for whitewash I searched the word definition for some inspiration and found out something I didn’t know. Growing up anytime we played a game (typically cribbage) where someone walked away with a win, we always said the person skunked the loser, especially if their score was zero. We applied it to all walk away wins, but that is also apparently an informal definition of a whitewash.
So, as I get ready to clean and repair my Dad’s house, I may have to think of whitewashing the walls; that is after we clean off years of nicotine stains. But there is nothing about Dad’s past that will need to be whitewashed or covered up. And I will always remember the fun games we used to play fondly; even the ones where he whitewashed me.
That about covers everything… a real whitewash write.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – whitewash
The girls huddled near the bleachers not wanting to remove their sweat suits, but this was a home game and the coach told them if they kept moving, they would be warm. So, the sweat suits went on the bench and the girls went into their first cheer.
The crowd was less than enthusiastic as the girls jumped and yelled, clapping right into the next cheer without missing a beat. The coach sat stoic on the bench watching them, inwardly shaming the crowd for not noticing the spirit her girls had.
The team took the football field and the crowd showed signs of life. The cheerleaders were getting the crowd more into the game with some participation cheers. By half-time the team was behind, but only by four points.
As the band entertained the crowd the girls had rushed into their sweat suits for some warmth. The coach said, “You have all done really well. Now for the second half I want to see more pyramids and use the megaphone. The crowd is really getting loud now that we are so close in points.”
The teams returned to the field and the girls reluctantly shed the layer of warmth once again. Bridget picked up the megaphone and began the next cheer. The girls then moved towards each other to form a human pyramid. The crowd cheered for them. Donna was on top and she jumped down into the arms of Mary and Nancy. Another round of applause and cheers from the crowd. Just then an audible gasp came from the crowd.
More cheers and yells shouted by the crowd that was not for the cheerleaders as they disassembled their pyramid. The Knights were on the run and the Cubs were only 6 yards away from a touchdown that would take the lead. The girls began to cheer, “Move that ball, move that ball!” The team snapped the ball and faked a hand-off. The quarterback drew back for a pass and it sailed right into the receiver’s hands. “Touchdown! Touchdown! Touchdown!” Bridget shouted through the megaphone as the other girls jumped and did the splits in mid-air.
The clock wound down and the girls kept the crowd cheering. The Cubs won the game and the girls all rushed back into their sweat suits glad this cold night ended on a happy note.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – megaphone
The couple walked into the little thrift shop. Glancing around the shop they saw it was an eclectic array of furnishings and décor, just what they needed for their new apartment. Mary said, “There are so many things to choose from. But none of it will match.”
Randy shook his head and replied, “We don’t have to match. We just need to stay in budget.”
Mary looked at the price tag on a lamp and said, “Well, how about close to budget?”
Randy grinned and said, “Close might work,” as he picked up an old bowling trophy.
Mary rolled her eyes and said, “We may have to put down some ground rules in what we get.”
“You’re right. We both have to look at it for a lot of years to come, so we should agree on what we get.”
“Let’s start with the big stuff and work our way down to the little knick-knacks.”
…I started working on this earlier today and just find myself stuck with no direction to take it. I had setting and characters, but nothing in mind other than shopping for a new apartment. So I am just going to let it sit there. This of course was written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – eclectic
Leigha Robbins 