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Premium Member Letters And Numbers

characters and symbols written in forms

fonts and cases stroked and scrolled 

in the chamber of gold

LOVE, THE SECOND TIME AROUND

I do not know how or when it happened.
One day I was by myself.
Then you swept me away.




Sponsor Nette Onclaud  
Contest Name THE NUMBERS GAME  
Date 8/30/2026

TODAY’S POLL

CARNEY HAS BIG LEAD

TRUMP NUMBERS HAVE GONE TO SEED

PIERRE NUMBERS BLEED


POLL NUMBERS

POLL NUMBERS ARE LIES

NUMBERS THAT TRUMP DOES DESPISE

CAN YOU HEAR HIS CRIES?

color by numbers (#s 1_2_3)

#1
nine red-violet 
idols intervened to 
deliver an enliveningly 
violent diversion for 
our toney tender loins

#2
no fewer than 
four woeful felon were-
wolf loungers re-
newed growling aboard their 
newly tainted yellow-green and 
grunge-splattered gurneys 

#3
for blue-mean burgeoning 
golf states the 
best way to retool blonder 
hair shaft maintenance is 
through nebulous 
globalization combined with 
the further whirled onset of 
bald faced lies

number games

Two new stoves off-
set fifty woven ivy 
nests of seven even 

fewer snotty soft wet
toes than any iffy 

stiff event could ever 
hold a torch to
touch the blight that

grits into your 
ayes and

all-enclosing rap-
id vapid wire
minds.


A Changed Man

He's not the boy she used to know
wherever in the world did he go
nor the man we once knew
but it only goes to show
time and tide took its toll
for all that he's become
and just one look will soon tell
if he'll maintain or succumb
as overwhelmed by numbers
and totally surrounded
through all weather can he ever
remain steadfast or grounded

Sudoku Checkmate

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Pencil in hand, eraser handy, Folger’s in my stein -
doing eighty-one U-turns; nine digits in line.
Niching nine numbers in their nests nets a homerun.
Sudoku books provide a steady diet of puzzle “fun”;
wits, nerves, logic, patience, sheer grit gets her done.
Crack such puzzles and prove your brains really rate;
with no repeats (box, column and row) - Sudoku checkmate!
Turn about face, do your one-eighty and celebrate…

Premium Member Journey By The Numbers


There is a story within the journeÿ;
And there is a journey within the story.
Let the numbers both show and tell.

A 17 year old high school graduate
Went some 600 miles North
And stayed for 7 years.
6 jobs, 4 years of college,
2 years of marriage,
And 1 child born.

Returned to the South
And stayed for 4 years.
4 jobs and 1 child born.

Went 2000 miles West
And stayed for 43 years.
4 jobs, and 1 child born.

Returned to the South
4 years ago to retire
With his bride and
54 years of marriage.

When you add it all up,
The numbers are intertwined
With the journey and the story.

So far, by the numbers,
The totals come to 2751.
This number is history, and
The present numbers are yet
Unfolding.  Mystery awaits.

But for now,
The story is not finished.
So the journey continues.

ALBERTA SEPARATION BLUES

SEPARATION BLUES

POLLING NUMBERS NOT GOOD NEWS

SEPARATISTS BLOW FUSE

Making Up The Numbers

Sometimes,
Being there to make up the numbers,
To keep the club alive,
Until others have the time,

A task though hard to define,
Can be a good way to spend one's time,
As a club that thrives,
Can change many lives,
Reward enough,
For those with time on their hands,
To witness what might not have been.

Premium Member I know my numbers

One and one is eleven.
Really, what else can it possibly be?
You're sending me to school?



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2026

Premium Member Axiom of Maria

one is a spark,
two is a clash,
three's a crowd bash

four twines the braid
squares up the sides
tradeoff abides

light the candle,
enjoy shared roles,
four conjoint souls

triad anguish
seeks a fourth goal
mandala whole

Angel Numbers

Time keeps going
My love keeps ticking
My hands keep revolving 
Over the numbers shared 

With you 


For a moment 
My little hand 
Stopped and stood still
On a 9 
Imagining a cloud beneath me

I’m floating 
This is how you 
Make me feel 



I looked up 
Met you at 11:11
We reset

Time begins again….

Numbers

In these systems so broken,
where no truth can be spoken
fighting to keep it alive
no one on your side.
Every hour, we’re waiting to feel not so suffocated
leaving our lives behind; it’s just expired time. 
Weekends are no end now, months just become years 
you start to miss having feelings
what was it like to have tears?
Of course, you never win, in this game you’re in
it’s always the fault of your own, your fault and yours alone. 
That party that you didn’t attend 
the family Christmas that you spent
picking up each piece, they had you on your knees. 
So void and so empty but outside there’s plenty of people just like you,
just pushing through. 
No one ever told you that this was the point 
everything you’ve ever dreamed, is really not what it seemed.
This race is years long, the road ahead stays unchanging 
all of us are just numbers that they can count twice.

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