#sherwin-williams

Three illustrations from the Sherwin-Williams advertising booklet "An Ideal Plan of Home Decoration" advertised in Woman's Home Companion magazine, March 1910.

CLEANERS ©️ 2026 - G. Smith (BMI) =================== They cleaned me out, Took every last red cent, To this day I wonder, Where the money went. Every last dollar, Every last dime, Every last thing I thought had value, That I thought was mine.

They cleaned my clock, They waxed my behind, And the only good thing is, At least something would shine. They ran me over, Ground pounded me down. As soon as I’d made it to the top, They turned me around.

Try as I might, Can’t get nothing right, Can’t keep ahold of anything worth keeping. Can’t do it alone,  Can’t do it on my own, Can’t get to sleep when I should be sleeping.

Mixing in the usual three-fer of the Wednesday Weekly Prompts, beginning with, as usual, Rober Lee Brewer's Poetic Asides/Poem-A-Day offering:

Use at least three of the following six words in your poem (or use all six for extra credit): 

Bubble 

Dandelion 

Gibberish 

Gnarled 

Roiling 

Squint

Followed by this random Sherwin-Williams color name:

Artichoke

And wrapping up with Charlotte Rains Dixon's daily prompts for today, 11/19:

Anchovies, or no?

Remember: 

These prompts are springboards to creativity. 

Use them to expand your possibilities, not limit them.

Fear NOT the first draft!

BACK TO THE BASICS © 2024 - G. Smith (BMI) ==================== We had it all, Or something close to it, And I couldn’t believe, You were planning to do it. Planning to toss it, To pitch it and run, To say you were finished, To say you were done.

To pack up your bags, And walk out the door, For reasons you never, Shared with me before. To drive down the street, Without looking back, Without saying a word, About things that you lacked.

So you can go your own way, Try to reinvent the wheel, And find the nugget of truth, In the way that you feel; Or get back to the basics, Of what you know is real, Or go your own way, And try to reinvent the wheel.

Will you make it to Dallas? Will you make it Rome? Will you make it Luckenbach, Before turning back home? Will you make Amarillo? By morning, Abilene? How far will you go, Till you know what I mean?