Stream of Consciousness Saturday on Sunday.

This little piece of silliness comes to you care of LindaGHill’s #SoCs

This week’s prompt is card. We can use it anyway we like, as long as we have fun.

You can have a business card, or a place card to show you where to sit at a wedding, or an important function.

You can have flash cards to teach someone to read.

Prompt cards to help with a speech.

There are football cards, cigarette cards.

When someone is the life and soul of the party they call them a card. Full of life, full of fun always joking : “Isn’t he a card”

If you really want something,a favour, some money, a job, a holiday. People say :”play your cards right” that means do whatever you can to please that person, make them happy flatter them to get what you want.

If something is inevitable, unavoidable they say : “Its on the cards.”

Image from Pixabay

Card, colours and glitter

And a happy rhyme

Really that’s all you need.

Days made special by a card.

#Socs

Scary October 6

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is part two of a Saga. I wrote this second part especially for this prompt.

The four horse men of the Apocalypse

Death was tired again

Clearing up after his brothers

They’d been busy causing death and pain.

Why is it my job to clear up for the others?

Wrapping his cloak around him

He was cold and Anorexic thin.

His three brothers wanted to speak

So he hoped the devastation he’d tweak.

The last time they had all got together

Things for the world had been changed forever.

Nothing now was the same

They had started a downward chain.

World leaders had all got worse

Mother Nature was under a curse.

Pestilence and famine were running amok

So war had suggest they meet at Starbucks!

Death got there early so he could think.

He ordered a coffee and sat at a table.

The others arrived before he could blink.

They greeted him warmly, we as much as they were able.

Famine was as ever hungry

Pestilence didn’t look well

War was thriving, as fit as a flea

Hi Dude they shouted you look like hell.

They all had coffee and something to eat.

The Antichrist has arrived he’s orange and yellow.

They slapped death on the back he’d best accept defeat.

You can’t protect this planet any more, Death hung his head in sorrow.

Their First Meeting is here