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[the-pinetree-poet]

WEDNESDAY’S WEEKLY POETRY PROMPTS: 2/18/26 ~ CLEANERS

CLEANERS ©️ 2026 - G. Smith (BMI) =================== They cleaned me out, Took every last red cent, To this day I wonder, Where the money went. Every last dollar, Every last dime, Every last thing I thought had value, That I thought was mine.

They cleaned my clock, They waxed my behind, And the only good thing is, At least something would shine. They ran me over, Ground pounded me down. As soon as I’d made it to the top, They turned me around.

Try as I might, Can’t get nothing right, Can’t keep ahold of anything worth keeping. Can’t do it alone,  Can’t do it on my own, Can’t get to sleep when I should be sleeping.

He cleaned my heart, He restored my soul, He healed my life, He made me whole. I was sinking, So deep in sin, But He cleaned my heart, When I asked Him in.

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2025 NOVEMBER POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE: DAY 12 ~ WHAT COLOR IS HEAVEN?

WHAT COLOR IS HEAVEN? © 2025 G. Smith (BMI) ====================== What color is heaven? What will paradise be? Streets of gold, we’ve been told, Or the green of the tree? Will Noah’s bright rainbow, Paint with Gloryland’s hues? Or will the skies all be cloudless And the deepest of blues?

Oh, I know the dark darkness, Of my sinful selfish heart; The hateful and hurtful That keeps us apart. But when we hear the sweet singing, Of bright angel bands, It brings you and me To His nail-scarred hands.

Oh, to sleep undisturbed, And perchance to dream; Of the bright days in glory, To picture the scene. There’ll be colors I know, I won’t know how to describe; And we’ll all join our hands, Every nation and tribe.

And I know the dark darkness, Of my sinful selfish heart; The hateful and hurtful, That keeps us apart. Will melt when we hear, The bright angel bands, Bringing both you and me, To His nail-scarred hands. Bringing us all together, To His nail-scarred hands.

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2025 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 19

Mixing in the usual three-fer of the Wednesday Weekly Prompts, beginning with, as usual, Rober Lee Brewer's Poetic Asides/Poem-A-Day offering:

Use at least three of the following six words in your poem (or use all six for extra credit): 

Bubble 

Dandelion 

Gibberish 

Gnarled 

Roiling 

Squint

Followed by this random Sherwin-Williams color name:

Artichoke

And wrapping up with Charlotte Rains Dixon's daily prompts for today, 11/19:

Anchovies, or no?

Remember: 

These prompts are springboards to creativity. 

Use them to expand your possibilities, not limit them.

Fear NOT the first draft!

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[the-pinetree-poet]

Wednesday's Weekly Poetry Prompts: 1/21/16 ~TABLE AND ROOF

Wednesday, Jan 21 @ 8:01 PM

TABLE AND ROOF ©️ 2026 - G. Smith (BMI) ~~~~~~~~~~||~~~~~~~~~~ "Breakfast is ready," Mom would say, To get us up and start our day. Sometimes eggs, sometimes French toast, Sometimes Cream of Wheat - we loved that most. Always some fruit - fresh peaches, bananas Something she learned from her mom - our Nanna.

"Time for lunch!" Mom would call, And my brother and I would race down the hall. Often us two, or with the neighbors - a group. Usually a sandwich, sometimes soup, Or leftover cold chicken from the night before. Weekends had chores - we were never bored,

We grew up in the 'burbs, Learned about nouns and verbs, Long division and geography - Just day-to-day living for my brother and me. Just day-to-day living for my brother and me.

"Dinnertime!" - Mom rang the bell, That time of day she was too tired to yell. Cooking and cleaning - the kitchen - and us, We knew the rules, we knew not to fuss. We always said grace when at the table, And Dad would join us when he was able.

Mom kept us clean, Mom kept us fed, Dad kept a dry roof over our head. Mom was home, Dad was out on the road, Be we all shared and carried our load. We all shared and carried our load.

[the-pinetree-poet]

SOME COMMON MISCONCEPTIONS 

Wednesday, Jan 14 @ 7:01 PM

Wednesday brings three prompts from the usual suspects:

• Robert Lee Brewer: Write a common piece  • Me, via Sherwin-Williams: Blue Horizon  • Charlotte Rains Dixon: You never know what people are thinking.

I hope this uncommon attempt lets you know what I’m thinking… 

SOME COMMON MISCONCEPTIONS  ©️ 2026 – G. Smith (BMI) ====~~==== It’s a common misconception, It’s always darkest before the dawn, And that a clear blue horizon  Means no storm is coming on.

It’s a common misconception, That the party never ends, That the road goes on forever, And that losers never win.

It’s a common misconception, You never know what folks are thinking, And that things will just get better, Despite the dashboard light that’s blinking.

It’s a common misconception, There’s a happy ever after, That tears of joy and happiness, Beat bittersweet smiles and laughter.

It’s a common misconception, There’s more fish out in the sea, Especially when I know for sure, You’re the only one for me.

Especially when I know for sure, You were the only one for me; The only one, For me.

[the-pinetree-poet]

I BELIEVE YOU ARE MISTAKEN 

Saturday, Jan 10 @ 10:01 PM

I added two words to the beginning of today’s prompt…

I BELIEVE YOU ARE MISTAKEN  ©️2026 G. Smith (BMI) ====|||==== I hate to tell you that you’re wrong, Or prove that I am right, I’m not trying to start an argument, Not trying to start a fight,

I don’t know what you think you heard, I don’t care what someone said. Why won’t you listen to my words, And believe in me instead?

Please don’t turn your back on me, Don’t close your eyes or ears, Just stop and you will plainly see, There’s nothing here to fear.

Something’s going on, I know, I can see your heart is breakin’  lt’s not what you are thinking, though, I believe you are mistaken.

Please don’t turn your back on me, Don’t close your eyes or ears, Just stop and you will plainly see, There’s nothing here to fear.

[the-pinetree-poet]

WEDNESDAY'S WEEKLY POETRY PROMPTS: 1/7/26 ~ HAPPY DAZE

HAPPY DAZE ©️2026 - G. Smith (BMI) ================== I rode the tilt-a-whirl with a red-haired girl, Out at the county fair. Cotton candy and corn dogs, And popcorn filled the air. Sideshows and arcade games, Thought we’d take the chance, And when the sun went down and the band warmed up, I asked her if she’d like to dance.

Happy daze, Memory’s haze, Puts it all in a different light. Happy daze, I turn and gaze, At those memories shining bright.

We sat on the curb at the Waffle House, Watching the sun come up, Four hours after graduation, Cold coffee in a paper cup. “What comes next?” I asked her, She smiled and said, “I don’t know. “But let’s not worry about it. “It’s late and we should go.”

Happy daze? Memory’s haze, Puts it all in a different light. Happy daze? I turn and gaze, At how it all changed that night.

I went to North Avenue and Georgia Tech, She went south to Valdosta State, We promised to stay together, but She was right, it had grown too late. We never saw it coming, We never had a clue, Of what our futures held in store, And what dreams would come true.

Happy daze, Memory’s haze, Puts it all in a different light. Happy daze, I turn and gaze, At how everything turned out alright.

“Have fun but be careful out there,” Were her last words as she was leaving. And they’ve carried me through the many things, That changed for us that evening.

Happy daze, Memory’s haze, Puts it all in a different light, Happy daze, I turn and gaze, As those memories fade from sight.

[the-pinetree-poet]

WEDNESDAY'S WEEKLY POETRY PROMPTS: 1/28/26 ~ I DON'T GET (WHAT I DON'T GET)

Well, I tried combining the three prompts from the usual three sources today, and that mix was the definition of the one from Poetic Asides: Confusion!

So I rebooted and focused on one of ‘em, that’s what follows… if anything rears its ugly head from the other two, I’ll let y’all know…

I DON’T GET (WHAT I DON’T GET) ©️ 2026 G. Smith (BMI) ================= I don’t understand it, I am befuzzeled, Turned around, And slightly puzzled.

Perplexed, Vexed, I feel like I’ve been Hexed!

And, I don’t get, What I don’t get, At least I don’t, Understand it yet.

I am bewildered, I’ve been bewitched! Taken aback, Run into a ditch.

Hazed, Crazed, Wandering ‘round, definitely Dazed!

No, I don’t get, What I don’t get, At least I don’t, Understand it yet.

It may all come together, It may make itself quite clear, But until it does, I think I’ll keep sitting here, With my beer,

Because, I don’t get, What I don’t get, At least I don’t, Understand it yet. If you say you do, Well, you’re all wet, ‘Cause I know I don’t, Understand it yet.