Poetry

Express

It is all there written on paper,
Can’t you see?
How you deceived and lied to me?
But who am I to think that you would be true,
When you did it to the last person as well

Poetry

The Goblin’s Excuse

A goblin let out a sharp hiss,
Whenever his schemes went amiss.
He’d grumble and glare,
With smoke in his hair,
Then blame it on “bad luck,” not this.

Missy's MAD Challenge, Challenges

Missy’s MAD Challenge # 084

Every week, a creative prompt will be offered for you to unleash your imagination and artistic skills. 

You can share your response in the form of art or any creative expression inspired by the prompt.

There are no restrictions and no deadlines, so feel free to take your time and enjoy the creative process.

Remember to label your response with #missysmadchallenge.

Your challenge for this week

  • On the morning of St. Patrick’s Day, every bit of luck in town suddenly becomes visible
Poetry

Echoes of What Was

Together we were one
Now we have become nothing—
silence fills the space,
echoes of what used to be
drifting where our hearts once met.

Commentary, Music, Quote

The Daily 3/13/26

“Perfection is not attainable, but if we chase perfection we can catch excellence.”— Vince Lombardi

Gray foxes are North America’s only canine species that regularly climb trees.

What is your favorite occupation?

My favorite occupation is creating — writing, reflecting, and shaping my inner world into something clear, honest, and expressive. I also love working with children, and the two go hand in hand for me. Being around kids keeps me curious, imaginative, and open, and my creativity helps me connect with them in meaningful, authentic ways. Together, they make me feel most like myself.

Poetry

Of What Was

In the night, a dream comes to me
Some are pleasant, some are not
Shifting scenes, I cannot hold
Fading as I reach out
Whispers slip away
Leaving only
Soft echoes
Of what
Was

Commentary, Music, Quote

The Daily 3/12/26

“Let us make our future now and let us make our dreams tomorrow’s reality.” –  Malala Yousafzai

 Because the pressure buildup can be so intense, holding in a sneeze can damage blood vessels, rupture an eardrum, or even cause a person to have an aneurysm.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

The lowest depth of misery is feeling invisible while still being expected to show up — when you’re giving everything you have, but your needs, your voice, and your humanity go unnoticed. It’s the quiet kind of suffering where you disappear in plain sight.

Poetry

Missing

Special thanks to my collaborator on this Rengay, Anthony, mylovexpressionsblog.wordpress.com

Something is amiss

It was missing in your kiss

No passion or bliss

The love we once shared, I miss

Now, all I do reminisce…

-AAA/MAD 09/23/2024

Music, Poetry, Quote

The Daily 3/11/267

“The best way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.” ― Walt Disney

 Laurence Oliver, the star of the 1948 film adaptation of Hamlet, was almost forty-one when the film premiered. Actress Eileen Hurley, who played his mother Gertrude, was 30.

What is your most treasured possession?

My most treasured possession is my inner clarity — the part of me that can tell the truth about what I feel, what I need, and what matters. It’s the compass I’ve built slowly, through reflection, honesty, and unlearning old patterns. Everything else in my life shifts, but that inner knowing is the one thing I carry that can’t be taken from me.

Poetry

Flood

Special thanks to my collaborator on this Rengay, Anthony, mylovexpressionsblog.wordpress.com

Torrent waters fall 

With nowhere for them to go

Violent overflows

An abundance of excess

Severely needs to escape…

-AAA/MAD 09/23/2024

Commentary, Music, Quote

The Daily 3/10/26

Note: (Trying something new with the size of the images. Let me know which looks better. The ones here are the bigger images.)

“Leaders set high standards. Refuse to tolerate mediocrity or poor performance.” – Brian Tracy

When it comes to saying British surnames, just sounding it out doesn’t always work. Cholondeley, for example, is pronounced “ CHUM-lee.” Wriothesley is sometimes “RIZZ-lee” and Marjoribanks is simply “MARCH-banks.” Certain Featherstonhaughs say their names “FAN-shaw.”

Where would you most like to live?

I’d most like to live somewhere that feels calm, warm, and creatively inspiring—close enough to nature to breathe, but close enough to community to feel connected. A place with sunlight, trees, and quiet mornings, where I can write, think, and build a life that feels intentional.

Funny, Poetry

The Tan Fat Cat

The tan fat cat
Running away from a bat
but his fat is making him fall flat

But never did he give up
for he will prosper
The tan fat cat

Day in and day out
You can see the tan cat
Running away from a bat

Yet still he trots along
undaunted by the chase—
The tan fat cat

Through alleys and moonlit streets
he learns to rise again
each time he falls flat

For courage is his compass
and hope his steady beat—
The tan fat cat

Commentary, Daily Prompts, Music, Quote

The Daily 3/9/26

“You were born to win, but to be a winner, you must plan to win, prepare to win, and expect to win.” Zig Ziglar

Staples’ iconic red easy button was conceived in a fitting way: During a brainstorming session in 2004, advertiser Leslie Sims said she wished she could simply push a button to create the perfect ad so the team could break for lunch.

What or who is the greatest love of your life?

“My greatest love is my own becoming — the slow, steady work of healing, unlearning, and choosing myself without apology.”

Daily writing prompt
Where would you go on a shopping spree?

A shopping spree would take me straight to an art supply store — the kind with aisles of sketchbooks, inks, paints, and tools I don’t even know how to use yet but desperately want to try. I’d fill a cart with colors, textures, and possibilities. After that, I’d wander into a cozy bookstore and lose myself in journals, poetry collections, and anything that sparks ideas. My spree would be less about buying things and more about stocking up on inspiration