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Premium Member All Work No Play

Drab as a rat in a lab

Premium Member Work-Life Balance

In the busiest asphalt jungles
good and evil value bouts of recreation
~ shunning all work no play



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: 1st place 2025

All Work No Play

Ship shape
I wake

Sun rise
Rub eyes

Set sail 
Kiss gale

Boat rides
King tides

Big bite
Fish fight

All day
We stay

Reel in
Blue Fin

Clear sky 
Gulls cry

June day
My way

Sun set
Feet wet

Reach shore
Back sore

Now dine
White wine

Great times
Wind chimes

Night falls 
Sleep calls

Star light
Good night.


When I Feel My Best

When I feel my best
I embrace progression 
I begin a task
Full on, aggression 

When I feel my best
Things seem routine
All work, no play
Caffeine machine

When I feel my best
Concentration comes
Fueled by interest
I feel less dumb

When I feel my best
I plan to feel better
A lovely daydream
And dose of clever

When I feel my best
I manage to cope
Parallel to my peers
I enter their scope

When I feel my best
I still feel dead
Only, now with colors
And words in my head

Premium Member Fridays

When I was young, my weekends started with
an after-supper bonus Friday nights—
soft drinks and candy bars. We watched one of
three channels while we relished these delights.

In college, Friday nights meant a reprieve—
a brief one—from those tomes that ruled my day.
Sometimes I dated or went out with friends.
I couldn’t let life be all work-no play!

Career choice is one key to happiness
and satisfaction. I remember great
rewards and challenges throughout the years—
and FRIDAYS. Sometimes I could hardly wait.

Retired, I’m now my grandkids’ driver, cook,
etcetera. I go that extra mile.
I’m not as busy as I used to be;
still, going home on Fridays makes me smile.



entered in Brian Strand's Premiere Contest 140 on April 12, 2018

Cool Off Take a Trip

you next to get away
come back anuther day
all work no play
no good thats under stood
go take a dip pop some whip
COOL OFF
TAKE A TRIP


The Lace Maker - All Work - No Play

The spider weaved its web
Over the rhododenron,
He didn't rest 'til
He was done.

Sept. 4, 2000
3:19 p.m.

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