Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #298 Bay&Play

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It’s so quiet today

Silent, no one out to play

Fear emptied the Bay

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

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Three Things Challenge #170

Welcome to Di from pensitivy101: The Three Things Challenge.
Every day she’ll give you three things that will hopefully trigger your creativity.
You don’t have to use them all if you don’t want to, simply read the prompt and see what comes to mind. Today’s Three Things are FIGHT WOUND BLOOD

The Pack.

She fought with all of her might, putting up the fight of her life. The pack was not around to help her. The mongrels bit into her , she fell, they pounced, she perished.

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The pack arrived too late, her wound was mortal. Her blood coloured the snow. The pack missed her.

It’s been a long day.

It’s been a long day, a three hundred and seventy odd miles round trip. Left home at 9am and 8.15pm return.

We lost a very dear friend in this last fortnight. Today was his funeral and we had to travel to Devon to attend. It was a long day, a sad day and also a celebration of our dear friends life. His coffin entered to Tina Turners Simply the best, we were invited to sing Westlife’s You lift me up and There is a green hill far away (Hymn) and after two very poignant eluegies he left us to Always look on the bright side of life. Which sums him up perfectly.

So that’s why I have not posted or hardly commented today it’s not that I am ignoring you guys I have just been otherwise involved. Hopefully I will be back tomorrow. Love to you all. I am so tired I am off to bed. Normal service resumes tomorrow.💜

The Plague

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The planet was struggling it’s true

From space it was no longer blue

It was suffering from millennia of wars and abuse

People pleaded for change, no use.

Most people tried to help Earth

The knew the planets worth.

Then came the plague

No respecter of king or knave

It cut through the ranks and top brass

No preference for age or class

It sent weak, old or young to the grave.

It emptied the streets and Malls,

Pubs, clubs and church halls.

It stopped the planes and the trains

The fat cats lost their profits and gains.

Huge nations brought to their knees

As scientists search for the keys

To the elusive cure to rid all of the bain.

Just when it could not get worse

Hate joined fear with a curse.

The people turn on eachother

Neighbour, husband, wife, sister, brother.

Empty shops, no fuel they could not stand

Then all civilian movement was banned

The crops and animals died on the land.

Drones flew over head, all was scanned.

Mother Nature watched with a tear

Chaos in weeks, rebellion extinction within a year.

*****

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #294 Chaste&Taste

Pure and unsullied

He desired her young and chaste

Innocence his taste

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This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

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The Fallen Angel

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Landing naked in the gutter she laid still not a sound did she utter.

The pain she felt she did not understand

For it was new to her and not part of God’s plan.

Every inch of her body hurt she was cut, bruised and covered in dirt.

She had never before left heaven’s gate she was scared now of what was to be her fate.

Laying there broken, naked and dirty  she wanted to wash  she,

Had nothing to hide her shame

And she shivered as blood ran down her tiny frame.

Her eyes began to sting as tears welled up, she could not understand a thing.

Suddenly a gentle hand picked her up, she was scared, rigid and

Every part of her body racked with pain.

She was never more beautiful then at this moment in this vulnerable state,

She wondered again what was to be  her fate.

He could not believe his eyes  this startled broken creature lying

In his hand all things known to him defies.

This broken angel in his hand , could he help her or was it out of his command.

Gently now he scooped her up she winced and he jumped

Nearly dropping her back into the gutter.

Breathing deep he steadies  his hand he is determined not

To damage a lock of her hair,  no, not even a strand.

He wanted to keep her,to mend her broken body. Why had he found her, was there a plan?

What ever  he decided to do the best he can.

Taking  a tissue from his pocket  he covered her nakedness, the look in her eyes was pain and thankfulness. H

He took her home and gently bathed her skin.

He whispered so as not to scare her. He asked how and from whence she had come

She said  he could not understand and so she could not tell,apart from the fact

That there was a battle and she had seen view from the gates of hell.

He spent days tending her and at her request he prayed for her. He kept her in a shoe box.

His dog investigated her  but the dog was gentle with her and let her nestle in it’s fur.

Finally she was healed and told him she must leave  she had to make her way back to heaven and that there was no need for him to grieve.

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She would always watch over him and help him in any hour of need. She told him he had shown her such care and love , that  he had tended to her even ignoring his own need.

So on a moonlit  night he drove out  to the beach he sat and talked with her until dawn . With  tears she told him she could not stay no matter how much he beseeched

Finally as the sun was rising in the  sky he gently kissed the angel and watched her as heavenward she did fly. Remember she called down to him I shall always  be grateful and we shall meet again when you die

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Thursday photo prompt: Entrance #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the a green and rocky landscape, with a path leading up to a dark-mouthed cave

ENTRANCE

What secrets lie over the threshold

What echos in the dark and cold

Why do I now hesitate

Sealed forever my fate

Decided too late

No point to fight

Less chance flight

In to

Night.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

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