19. A fraction of a fortune

Mathematics is not my game,
Not a fraction of my brain
would I use to try to explain.

But is there more to fortune than just fame? 
"Its simply a numbers games,” they exclaim
This from those who make their fortune
Who are but a fraction of the population.

That fraction of their fortune
Is all they contribute to tax
No wonder there is inequity for the poor
Can they or do they count at all?

Not sharing even a fraction of the fortune
of those who are privileged from birth
or through virtue of the colour of their skin

What can be done to increase their fraction of a fortune?

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.\https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/09/01/september-writing-prompts

16. Jonathan Michael was his name

Jonathan Michael was his name
He was known to all as JM
 A very initialized way of being
He was a tad short for such an elongated name anyway. 
“Pretentious to presume otherwise,” he muttered to himself.  

It was easier to say and spell it that way. 
Still, he wished people would say it his way. 
Not for him would he find fortune or fame
Jonathan Michael was his name

Jonathan Michael had such a flair
JM was his nom de plume 
Quite a shortened man but
Jonathan Michael was his name. 

First he was nicknamed Johnny
Then he was called Mick
He wished they would use his proper name
But JM was their end game
 
Even though he still knew that
Jonathan Michael was his name

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.\https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/09/01/september-writing-prompts

15. Crimson clover compassions

Crimson or scarlet
Compassions or Passion
Is clover a leaf or a flower?
Which is the  current fashion? 


The carpet of crimson clover crept through the garden.
The dandelions thought it dandy that there was another primary colour in the flower bed

Now all that was needed was something  blue. 
However the gardener was known for her sense of compassion whenever someone was feeling blue. Will that do? 

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.\https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/09/01/september-writing-prompts

12. A genuine genius

Is it disingenuous to decide who is a genius or not?
Who is to determine what constitutes the ‘genius’ label?
Would it have to be decided by a genuine genius?

If the opposite of genuine is false,
what is the opposite of genius?

Are IQ tests even done anymore?
Who would even decide what IQ tests consist of?

It is a bit like the chicken or the egg,
which one comes first? 

Surely anyone be a genius if you can google,
or is it all in the genes?

As I don’t know the answers to any of the above 
then I guess I am not a genuine genius.
And I’m ok with that.

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.\https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/09/01/september-writing-prompts

4. Kidnappers and cougars

The cougar prowled around at night 
It had been a successful fight 
Licking her lips, she wore a satisfied smirk
Not for her was an honest days work 


Far better to capture and hold 
For ransom, not for better or worse
She was just very bold If not a little old
Variety was the spice for her life
She would never be anyone’s wife


Then along came her nemesis
She promised to be his
He kidnapped her heart 
Then he broke it apart. 

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.\https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/09/01/september-writing-prompts

3. I am the weekend

Only the weekend was for play.
Week day work was for pay. 
Every. Single. Day. 


But comes retirement bliss 
Not a work day do I miss 
Every. Single. Day. 


Now in each and every way
The days of the week now blur
Every. Single. Day. 


I am the weekend 

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.\https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/09/01/september-writing-promptssep