Missing the Stone



Flanneled by his blarney

A master of the sweet talk

he walked the walk

 Eleventy kisses unfortunate misses

The stone no longer his throne



This week the event is to Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word blarney. Please drop by and join the fun at Patricia’s Place




  21 comments for “Missing the Stone

  1. 03/08/2017 at 7:46 pm

    I like this one! Perfect image, too!

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    • 03/09/2017 at 12:08 pm

      I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thank you.


  2. 03/08/2017 at 8:05 pm

    Sounds like he kissed the stone.

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    • 03/09/2017 at 12:09 pm

      Maybe he did. We’ll never know. 😀


  3. 03/08/2017 at 11:49 pm

    Blarney can be a bummer if carried too far. He will have to find a new place to talk his nonsense. Thank you for being such a loyal writer linking to In Other Words.

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  4. 03/09/2017 at 10:04 am

    Lovely little poem.. And so loved the image you had with it.. 🙂

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    • 03/09/2017 at 12:12 pm

      I’m glad you liked it. It took me forever to find the right image. When my followers take notice, then I know it is worth my time.

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      • 03/09/2017 at 12:15 pm

        It was well worth the time.. That is how I used to work with my poems.. I would write a poem and then search for ever to find the right image too…. Beautiful Share.. xxx ❤

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  5. 03/09/2017 at 3:46 pm

    I kissed the Blarney Stone in 1989 – some have said that two negatives made a positive and I have been quieter since 😉

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    • 03/09/2017 at 4:13 pm

      Very interesting. Unknown powers of the Blarney Stone?

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      • 03/10/2017 at 2:29 am

        Haha! I think it had more to do with entering into a toxic marriage and not daring to speak for some years and coming out of it rather more measured in my approach than I went in …. 😉

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  6. 03/10/2017 at 8:57 am

    Cool poem!


  7. 03/10/2017 at 10:09 am

    This made me chuckle x 😀


  8. 03/10/2017 at 1:43 pm

    Sounds like all those kisses failed to win him any hearts! 🙂


  9. 03/10/2017 at 11:38 pm

    I love whimsy. Well, he certainly lost his gift of sweet mouth talking. I hope the stone kept him quiet for a long time 🙂

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  10. 03/14/2017 at 11:30 am

    ❤ aww, love this little poem. I like how it's abruptness brings simplicity.

    Liked by 1 person

    • 03/14/2017 at 11:54 am

      Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed it.


  11. 03/20/2017 at 3:09 pm

    Love it! 🙂


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