X the morning out saw several lines lights the runway lights lights Mexico.
Inspired by Criminal Minds: Evolution. Damien and Jade's story. Great show and cast.
X marks the spot
By Michelle Morris
27/05/2026
Step through the door
X marks the spot
Lined up myself with
That red dot
She takes her aim
She makes the shot
Now I'm dead
Nothing to stop
All sins forgotten
All faith restored
My soul needs saving
It's time to soar
She's on the run
Again and again
My only connection
My only friend
She screams into the void
She's terrified but free
There's always a part of her
That will wish she was me
© Michelle Morris, 2026
Monstrously Machievellian
Demonic pedagogic
Ominously Orwellian
Demagogic logic
Fools’ Musk-ovite mules
Zuckerberg zeitgeist heist
Dickensian dystopia rules
Google last post bugle
Fossil fuels myopia drools
Bellicose Bezos blows
Bro-ligarchy mates’ malarkey
Unions demonstrate
Amazon defenestrate
Hades Gates hierarchy
In the dock
Murdoch foxy skulduggery
Poxy TikTok runs amok
Crass puns..shock thuggery
This lot don't give a jot
.
Bitter sh**ter Twitter
Greedier needier seedier
The death of mass media
X marks the spot!
X-Marks-the-Spot is a tickling game
Which is traced upon someone’s bare back.
In childhood, we played it and often it caused
A goose-bump filled giggling attack.
My kids got the treatment when bathtime arrived
And my grandson when he was a tot,
But it’s been a while since I’ve gotten the chance
To engage in some X-Marks-the-Spot.
Yet I came upon Henry, eleven years old,
In the process of donning his tee
And the canvas was waiting for X-Marks-the Spot,
Just the cue for a tickle from me.
“I remember this, Nana!” he said as he smiled.
“Can you write down the words?” which I did,
Just delighted to think such a game’s been preserved
From my long-ago time as a kid.
Spoken said
Verbalized declared enunciated
Given aired voiced
Brought out whispered
Proclaimed commented
Blurted breathed broadcasted
SPOKEN
Asserted affirmed promulgated
Spoken truths and untruths
Advertised where am I to be casted
Publicized overwhelmed subdued demoralized
BROKEN
Talked discussed uttered thrown up despaired
Vented broadcast gasped phrased up and out
Broken
Snarled shot ripped (out)
Silently diverted screams of dispersions’
Vocalized shouted articulated denounced
SPOKEN
Shared passed announced Be it so,
Spoken is the broken speech at naught
Alleged ventilated averred formulated
Drawled avowed
Doubted Be it so, spoken is the broken
BROKEN
Vocalized shouted articulated denounced
Shared passed announced
Be it so, spoken is the broken speech at naught
Broken is Spoken
Quiet marks the spot
5/4/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
In our palace lives a bot
Quite a finicky task it has got
Thrice daily removes every single spot
from the royal server -- the '10-2-4' teapot
Our bot makes that teapot shine and sparkle
in case you-know-who returns ~ Ms. Markle
X marks the spot
Where a young child had stood,
Enjoying his friends’ company as only
A young child could.
X marks the spot
Where the child lay dying,
Medics there to save his life,
Desperately trying.
X marks the spot,
From which the crowd was kept,
The child’s mother who broke through
And uncontrollably wept.
X marks the spot
Where the ambulance came,
The police taking measurements,
Photographing the stain.
X marks the spot
Where the piles of flowers were left,
Where the moving tributes were made
From those now bereft.
X marks the spot
Where the funeral procession slowed,
Where a community’s grief
In rivers now flowed.
X marks the spot
Where the young child was struck
By a man on a mobile
In charge of a truck.
X marks the spot
Where a quick call was made,
The cost of this phone call
Extravagantly paid.
Osprey
with it's tentacles
jutting out
plunges
into a shallow stream,
grabbing
a Rainbow Trout;
tantamount
to an arrow
hitting
the center
of the target!
Up and away it goes!
Date written: 10/10/2020
X marks the spot
Where a young child had stood,
Enjoying his friends company as only
A young child could.
X marks the spot
Where the child laid dying,
Medics there to save his life,
Desperately trying.
X marks the spot,
From which the crowd were kept,
The child’s mother who broke through
And uncontrollably wept.
X marks the spot
Where the ambulance came
The police taking measurements
Photographing the stain.
X marks the spot
Where the piles of flowers were left,
Where the moving tributes were made
From those now bereft.
X marks the spot
Where the funeral procession slowed
Where a community’s grief
In rivers now flowed.
X marks the spot
Where the young child was struck
By a man on a mobile
In charge of a truck.
X marks the spot
Where a quick call was made
The cost of this phone call,
Extravagantly paid.
He thought he knew me oh so well
Every inch and flinch and swallow
But as time passed I realized
How empty unfulfilled and shallow
One sided love is torment
When he doesn't have a clue
Faking is not my forte
What's a girl to do?
I have told him time and time
Where the magic lies
Whether booze or lack of brains
He just can't get it right
So now I have decided
To purchase a black pen
And each and every jolly spot
I will mark with an X for Him
If this does not work
Than kick him out the door
For what's a girl to do
When the man is just a bore!
X marks the spot, the darkest stain, when man slew God, born King to reign.
No other blood could pay the debt, so lamb hung punctured while mother wept.
X marks the spot, where on deaths best day, life seemed to lose, hope fade to grey.
But it is finished, all heard Him sigh, was no resignation, but victor's cry!
Death defeated by its own sword, slain by love, by Son for world.
X marks the spot, I lost my sin, nailed with my Saviour, interred within.
With Him was burried, in Him I rise, no more my sin offends Gods eyes.
X marks the spot of gospel story, His flesh, His blood, his risen glory.
So until He comes from realms above, we'll take this feast, proclaim His love.
X Marks the Spot
It’s the 19th consonant, 24th letter, of the alphabet,
A Teachers’ markings, for wrong answers on a test!
A Greek numeral representation for, the number ten!
An unnamed or unknown, person, place or thing,
Used to remove or cancel, a word of unnecessary need,
A movie rating to discourage viewing, by unsuspecting teens!
It’s an algebraic exponent used in mathematical computations,
A place holder in the PEMDAS test, to eliminate confusion!
A pictured symbol for the word “cross,”
Ballot markings “yea or nay” or “win or loss!”
Signature representation of ones’ individual best
Letter ending expression, sealed with a Hug and a Kiss!
XOXOXO
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/14/16
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015
My memory, Is a site inhabited
By a few shallow graves,
For no painful matter have I interred,
That Satan doesn’t periodically excavate it.
He’s like an aging dog, digging up old bones
Even when I displace to another location,
He shows up marking an x on the spot
Give me the person with burning desire,
And you can have the one with talent.
Tom
Once a year, it's the season, I fear
That lures us three, to the loch
Were we rent a boat, in earnest we hope
To catch all the fish, that they stock
McGee, he was rowing, I told him, "Start Slowing"
For here, looks like a good spot
The anchor cast in, by our big strong friend, Finn
I'm just glad he remembered the knot
It didn't take long, we were hit by a throng
Seemed like, every dam fish in the lake
We all wore a grin, while we pulled them all in
'Cause we didn't have time to use bait
When the Day was done, so was our fun
As our boat was filled to the brim
I fumbled about, and pull up some stout
As the Sun was now getting dim
As we sat their all drinking, Finn started thinking
I wish we could find our way here
Or mark this grand hole, so we would all know
The place we should fish, come next year
That's when McGee, said "I know the key"
Then produced a piece of white chalk
"I'll mark on the bow, the place we are now
So next year we'll know we ought !
Finn then gave in, as he said with a grin
'It's your Genius, McGee that I fear
But how do you know, as rentals will go
We'll be getting the same boat next year"
Yo ho ho and a bottle of wine;
Your heart will be mine.
You will make me walk the plank;
Because on your love I can bank.
Me heartie, I be coming for you.
Brave a cutlass battle, through and through.
Secret isles we will go a-sailing.
Give me another kiss, never failing.
Land ahoy, here I am looking for your treasure.
A map of your heart is my only pleasure.
I will find ye, that will be my lot;
Because X marks the spot.
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