The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 26, 2021

Hi everyone it’s Sunday and time for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Our host LindaGHill said:

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “up/down.” Use one, use them both, but try to put one in your first sentence. Bonus points if you use the other in your last sentence. Have fun!”

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Life is full of ups and downs, that’s just the way it is. In a way it’s like snakes and ladders.
We go along, up the ladders and down the snakes. We think we are finally doing well when out of the blue the fickle finger of fate comes down out of the sky, picks you up a drops you in a pit of grief.
When we marry we walk up the aisle with your Dad and you walk back down the aisle with your husband. Then you start the ups and downs of life and having children or not, yes life is up and down.
Up the stairs, down the stairs, uptown girl, downtown nights.
Then we have that old saying, turn the frown upside down. Okay I am rambling now so I am going to stop before I disappear down the rabbit hole. On the upside though I have just about scrapped through this post! So before my blood pressure rockets up or plummets down I shall stop. I shall leave you now with life is a rollercoaster. A rollercoaster goes up and down dosen’t it.

This is part of LindaGHill’s #SoCs.

Fallible, Focused, Funny #father’sday

A beautiful post from Geoff too good to miss.

Three words for my father, dad, the old man, that ********* arse, silly bugger….

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Happy Father’s Day Everyone.

I  make  no  apology  for  bringing  this  poem out  again, after all I only  had  one  father  and  this  was  the  first  poem I  wrote  about  him. 

A tribute to my Father  1905 – 1976

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He was a quiet man, he was a helpful caring man.

Handsome in his youth a dashing man,a fighter for rights.

A union man, a fighting for the under dog man, a “I’ll do it if I can man” .

He met my Mum, a wooing man, a handsome flashing eyed Irishman.

A black haired almost wild man, a stand up for what I am man.

A good man to trust your life to and my Mum did,

my Dad. © willowdot21.

He was an out in the open man. What see is what you get man, nothing  hid.

He worked hard he was a family man. A sturdy, bring home the wages man,

A giver, comforter, a lover man. A home maker man some one to carry the can man.

A there until the end man.

He was a stern man, when you had done wrong, though he was a quick to praise man.

A happy to teach you a lessen in a song man. A teacher man,sometimes a preacher man

An always there when it counted man. He was a father of the bride man, and he handed all his daughters away.

He was the man who supported his sons when they became the married men.

He was a support man, and adviser man the lover of lilies of the valley man.

He was reunited with my Mum man when they saw us all gone.

He was a plain man to the end man, not a flourish and bouquet,

Nor a black magic man,an honest to the end man.

He was a deaf man, but he heard what was important man!

At the end, a blind man, in stature a tiny man in truth a giant man.

A truly missed man , a wish you where here man.

He is a gone but not a forgotten man.lily_of_the_valley_777

Image  of  the  Lilies 

My hubby is a wonderful father to our boys he has helped and supported them all their lives.

Our youngest son is also a brilliant father to both his boys. I am very proud of him. The other two lads are great uncles and I am proud of them too.

My father in law has been dead for over thirty years he was a true up standing and kind man. I have been blessed by the father’s in my life.

Father and Son

Now  you have a son

Your work has  just  begun

You have  a lot  to learn

But  that  should  not  course you concern.

You’ll rush home  from work

To bath him. You will not shirk

Your  duties as a father  that I know

You will delight  in him as you watch  him grow.

Now there will be feeding,  burping and nappies  to change

Pacing  the floor at night, at first  that will be strange.

It may  not  be plain  sailing it  may  not  be  all fun

But  it is  they stuff of life  so make  the most of him my son.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 361 HOME and Weep.

This week I have chosen a Tanka for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Swifts

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come September Swifts
dancing in the sky leave home
set for hotter climes
weaving patterns of farewell
my heart weeps and waves.

#Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 228, #Poet’sChoice

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Happy JUNE! It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Word Crafters, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you! This opportunity only happens once a month!

I really just wanted to tell a tale. So I really am not sure if this poem is even allowed. I told it all the same.

Light and dusk

Golden light fractals through the leaves.

Dark brown, of strong Oak woven in the trees.

Motes of  dust dancing in and out,

squirrels collecting nuts, in a hurry here  about!

As she lays there among the leaves,

not missed yet, so far no one grieves.

Dearest Teddy by her side

She only dropped him when she died.

She is tiny, she is small,

Oh! dear God she has hardly lived at all.

Like an angel lying there

with tiny insects running through her hair.

Shafts of dying daylight frame her face,

of her killer there is no trace.

Silent leaves begin to fall

slowly slowly they cover all……………

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka.

KL Caley’s #writephoto. Steps.

Well its Thursday and time for #writephoto .

This week’s prompt is a post with a difference – our MAY guest photo!

A great big thank you to Jemima Pett for agreeing to be the featured photo this month. What a beautiful photo for us. Pop over to her blog at http://jemimapett.com/ to show her some love!

For visually challenged writersthe image shows steps up and over a bridge, with narrow alleyways at each side of the bridge.

Steps – Image by Jemima Pett.

They had always met at the Apothecary on the steps leading up the bridge. They would push through the hustle and bustle their hearts leaping at the sight of eachother.

Every evening they would meet and they would spend the hours of darkness lost in eachother. Happy memories of love and his life.

That was centuries ago and there had been many since but none had ever held that tight to her heart. Marco had been her first love, she had done all she could to turn him. He had refused her but stayed with her until he died. She remembered the fateful evening he was there waiting in the doorway. He was by then a man in his early sixties …handsome still, affluent she had seen to that.

As she immerged from the shadows she had seen the two young boys approach Marco. Too late she saw the flashing blades as they stabbed him and robbed him. As Marco breathed his last his soul touched her face and whispered “I love you still”.

Rage burned within her, she set off in persuit of the murders! She found them in a tavern celebrating their I’ll gotten gains. She seduced them with ease and lured them out into the alley. Where she killed them both and drained them dry. Brushing herself off she left them in the filthy alley with their bloodless hearts exposed…their white bodies ghostly and their faces tortured.

She had spent centuries alone, just feeding her blood lust to keep herself going, occasionally mingling in human society, and as she was one of the originals she kept her place at head of the chapters of her own kind.

Why she found herself at the old Apothecary she had no idea. Yet here she was in the shadow looking at the doorway. Looking up she saw a handsome you man on his mobile phone. If she had had a heart it would of stopped. This man was beautiful, and he had caught her eye. He put his phone away and smiled at her.

So it began, after six centuries she felt whole again. Serenely she climbed the steps.

KL Caley at Novel Ideas has offered to take on Sue Vincent’s #writephoto weekly challenge now Sue has moved on to a higher plain.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 356 RED and White.

Your blue eyes flash red
My knuckles tighten and blanch
Fear is a killer

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

April 22: Flash Fiction Challenge

April 22, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about earthing. Put a character’s hands, feet or body and soul into the earth. Who needs recharging? What happens between the interaction? Go where the prompt leads!

For this prompt I have imagined a letter from Mother Nature/ Earth/ Gaia to us all. This is part of the Carrot Ranch Challenge.

My Children

I tried to warn you, painted warnings on walls and billboards with letters 20ft tall screamed, shouted and made a fuss.No one listens at all.The blooms are out in winter and summer flowers peek in spring. Snow falls in summer and sometimes in spring.You’re heading for another drought your reservoirs  almost dry yet you let precious water waste. It’s starting with the the smaller things but soon you will suffer too. This green planet that you call home is dieing. I’m so tired and you just ignore my warning.  From a dieing Mother nature.

Wordless Wednesday. Sue.

© SueVincent

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 354 FORM and Mourn.

Ronovanwrites.

Today I chose a Tanka for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

the Independent

He was her liegeman
He served this Nation so well.
Now she stands alone.
She will not cry in public
The form is grief in private

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