Peace.

Just a little explanatory  word. I wrote this poem one  afternoon June, 2013, I do not know where it came from I just wrote it. It is about a person dying peacefully of some disease  it could be one of many. I do not know if any of my lost friends have passed this way  but I wish  they could of died peacefully like this . I wish death could of been gentle for them and for all  of us………..

The sun shines warm and strong

The washing on the line dances, it will be dry before long!

The birds are twittering and singing

Bees around the flowers buzzing  gently, no thought of stinging.

Children are playing along the road, they must be home from school.

Time, time is  my enemy always too fast, too slow never anybody’s fool.

I feel rested in the sun, relaxed maybe this is a new journey I have begun

Nothing to worry about anymore, nothing to rush for, nothing to come.

Gently things begin to fade, is this it or is just that I am lying in the shade

No I can no longer move , here comes the silent  peace I crave.

I am happy that there will be no more treatment or  pain

I am sorry for those who I love that will have to remain.

The sun shines warm and strong

The washing on the line dances it will be dry before long!

The birds are twittering and singing

I hope  they will not think me selfish, I could really fight no more

Here comes death to claim me and I feel safe as he leads me to his door.

Peace, peace  no pain, no needles  no scans  no tired smile

I am going now, I love you all and I shall be here but  not seen, loving you  all the while.

#JusJoJan prompt the 21st – “Spell”

The Dyslexic Witch

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Carrie was always in trouble at school

Teachers dispaired, called her a fool.

Her spelling  and reading were quite unique

To her it was all bubble and squeak.85f7af2c9cd6e67e8aa6dd5018be8962

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Now at night school Carrie did excel

Memorising and working every spell

A dyslexic witch  she found the way

To beat the problems every day.e4olmm

image found  here 

Sometimes her spells go wrong

But she sorts them out before too long

Spelling never was her forte

 Now she is off on a broomstick sortie.

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Part of LindaGHill’s Justjojan

Thursday photo prompt: Returning #writephoto

For Five years now Sue Vincent has done her #writephoto challenge on a Thursday. Recently Sue has been seriously ill, still is but Sue being Sue has bowed to requests to reinstate this very popular challenge. Some of us old guard have been re-posting some of our old posts.

So now, this week Sue has reinstated the challenge. New Rules and pingback here. All we can do and give it a go and if it is too much work for Sue we can always repost old ones.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a solitary figure on a rocky ledge, holding a staff and silhouetted against a pale sky.

Transitions are special, be it dawn or dusk things change, it’s true in many senses. They can also herlad a return.

Light
And dark
Shades of grey
What promises
Does tomorrow hold
At the break of the day.
There will be a renewal
And on the threshold of the night.
There will be a gentle peace to guide
Our next return on soft butterfly wings.

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Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 41: (SHIMMER) in the C rhyme line.

Ronovanwrite’s

Ron says “You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (FROST and Glint). and this Décima Challenge of SHIMMER in the C rhyme line. This means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.

Link to my Haiku.

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Jack frost dances in the dark nights
Bedazzling magic on the streets
Glinting and glistening ice sheets.
Busy fingers of tiny sprites
Making all things sparkle like lights.
In the moon’s wintery glimmer
Spiders webbs sparkle and shimmer.
Home to cosy living room fire
Long evenings in filled with desire.
Passions growing bright not dimmer.

Part of Ronovanwrite’s Décima Challenge

One-Liner Wednesday/JusJoJan the 20th, 2021 – Defeat

You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, how you can still come out of it.     

Maya Angelou

The Dyslexic Witch

This is part of LindaGHill’s Justjojan and One-Liner

Wordless Wednesday, Vlad and Button.

© willowdot21

Explosion.

Explosion Reaction

Image from Deviantart.

Explosion! what did he say.
No way, this is not right
He cannot say that today.
Close my eyes it’ll be all right.

Let me out I need some air
This is not happening now.
Not me, no this is not fair.
I can’t breathe,this is …. wow.

Open a window I am chocking here.
Yes a glass of water please
He’s spoken the words we all fear.
Please say it’s not true, this is just a tease.

Out in the street the traffic is loud.
Sweating profusely I shiver and shake.
I want to scream caught in this crowd.
Cancer it’s more than I can take.

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 209, #POET’SCHOICE

Hooray, Colleen and her Tuesday Tanka Challenge is back from her short break. Colleen has been on the move and I for one wish her every happiness in her new home. Colleen said “Since it’s the first poetry challenge of the new year, Word Crafters, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you!”

I have chosen to write an Acrostic Poem on the theme of Cancer. A subject that is giving me grief at the moment. Please don’t worry, as far as I know, I DO NOT HAVE CANCER sadly I have friends that do.

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Cancer Acrostic

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Cunning, creeping, conniving

Ailing , sickening  no longer thriving

Nearing  the end of  your tether

Coping, worse  and worse  than ever

Eroding  you slowly  from the inside

Ruin it, kill it, crush  it, poison it until it dies!

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka.

#JusJoJan prompt the 19th – “City”

© willowdot21

City of London my childhood home,

Quiet in the early morn

Your business stilled in these strange days

The city sleeps before the dawn.

Empty streets and deserted alleyways.

River Thames cleaner calmer.

Though city streets still full of drama.

So within the city mile.

Few around but still full of style.

© willowdot21

London City by night.

Fewer people but full of light.

I cannot visit my city as I have moved away.

Now in lockdown I cannot stray.

Back to the happy days and nights

When we revelled in the city lights.

© willowdot21

London city sadly stricken

So hard the pandemic has bitten.

Hospitals full to overflow

As the illness and panic grow.

Let’s all hope for better days

When we can return to city ways.

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The Dyslexic Witch

This is part of LindaGHill’s Justjojan.

#JusJoJan prompt the 18th – “Wish”

The Dyslexic Witch

My mother always said “be careful what you wish for. You don’t always get what you want.”

But I wish was Starbuck a starship pilot……..

image from here

Beneath this hard exterior there’s no soft marshmallow goo, there beats a heart of stone.

There’s never been any support for me so what I’ve achieved I’ve done on my own.

My parent’s never cared for me much so I never make any deep ties.

The only true love in my life is my star ship and the skies!

There’s only one man who could ever touch my soul but fate always intervenes ,

When I get together with Will Adarma there’s usually ugly drunken scenes.

I think he only sees me as one of the lads, so make out I don’t give a frack.

But I really fancy him, so ladies watch out or you’ll get my weapon in your back.

We have to save the worlds from the evil Cylon attack

We had them beaten once , but they evolved and now they’re coming back.

They have morphed to chrome and blood all covered with skin.

They are clever now, they infiltrated Caprica with spies

They blew up our worlds so we took the fleet and flew into the skies.

In Space we regrouped and planned, and I got to work closely with my man.

I will lead what’s left of our pilots and beloved ships

I am the best star fighter pilot but the fracks won’t give me shoulder pips.

It’s true I like a drink, gambling and a good cigar.

I am damn good in bed I’ll give you a good time what ever rank you are!

I am the best pilot as I have said before

I shall find the Cylon’s mothership and give the frackers what for!

I’ll rip the skin off Number Six and I’ll show her no quarter.

She beat the living crap out of me and then denied me even water.

I’ll lead you all to safety find you all another world

For I am really an angel that keeps her wings tight furled!

I am that star you see at night when it is darkest before the dawn.

I am the one who will shoot straightest so none of you need be forlorn.

I am the mighty Starbuck , Kara Thrace is my real name .

But what ever you call me I shall save you all the fracking same!

Yup that should of been me!

Image from here

I wish I was a heroine who leads her people to a new life. Just to disappear and leave them on a green new planet  to start a new life. For them to discover that to be their guardian angel was the point of my life.

This is part of LindaGHill’s Justjojan

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