Please Help Mary Smith.

Please read Mary’s post asking for help to protect the beautiful countryside where she lives in Scotland from being ruined by Scottish Power Energy Networks. Please send an email objecting to the proposed works.

MarySmith’sPlace #Giant pylons will ruin iconic landscape

From time to time on this blog I have shared some of the glorious countryside we have here in Dumfries & Galloway in South West Scotland.

Unfortunately, a huge area of this is now at risk of being ruined by Scottish Power Energy Networks (SPEN) which has put a planning application in to the Scottish Government to erect 118 giant pylons (up to 39 metres tall) from Glenlee, near New Galloway to Tongland in the south near Kirkcudbright.

Stroan Loch, courtesy PhilMcMenemy

The route goes over or close to iconic Galloway countryside including, the Queens Way (the road from New Galloway to Newton Stewart), Raiders Road, Stroan Loch and the Otter Pool. Laurieston Forest and the Kenick Burn will also be impacted, along with an avenue of beech trees by the burn’s picnic area. The route also goes over the C13 road from Laurieston to Gatehouse of Fleet, a road beloved by everyone – locals and visitors alike.

Continue reading at Mary Smith’s place.

Oops I can see properly!

Hi everyone I have had an unexpected eye exam today and I am unable to see properly they effects last 6 to 8 hours so forgive me for not being around. I will catch up later or tomorrow love to all💜

He’s Out There ln The Garden.

Today is my brother in law’s Birthday. He probably doesn’t know it because he has Alzheimer’s/ Dementia.

My sister looked after him at home for as long as she could but he is now in a home, his condition got too difficult for her to cope with.

I have written quite a few poems on his and others sharing this plight. In his honour and all carers and sufferers I have taken two of my poems and reworked them into one.

Happy Birthday John. © willowdot21

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He is out in the garden with the secateurs again
The flowers are looking nervous and hoping it will rain.

The airing cupboard is wearing a smile
He’s is busy elsewhere so it has peace for a while.

We need to eat, it must be time for dinner.
We have just eaten, have a biscuit, that’s always a winner.

How cruel, how mean, how so unkind
To leave a feeble body and take a beautiful mind.

There are no words that can truly describe
The pain and fear of those trapped, dead, yet still alive.

You can not reason, they know no rhyme
They are gone from us left behind.

The tiny flashes of a knowing eye is just a mockery
Your loved one is no longer who they used to be.

Screams of anger, voices harsh with fists of hate
You try so hard, you have so much on your plate.

There is no more that you can in all honesty do
They may be gone. Can you hold your patience and to their love be true.

He is out in the garden with the secateurs again
The flowers are looking nervous and hoping it will rain.

Constipation

Our friends Sue Vincent and Mary Smith are both fighting Cancer right now. Both have hit another capital C. I am not talking about chemo nasty as that is. No I am talking about Constipation! Well all I can say is I have been there and it is horrendous! It may not seem like a big health issue but believe me it is. It certainly is not glamorous. So I am hoping to bring a smile to their faces and anyone else in the same or similar position. They have both discussed constapation in the comments on Mary’s blog and Mary has written about it at length, so I am betraying no secrets.

So to any of you who don’t do bodily functions or honesty perhaps this is not a poem for you .

Ruddy Constipation

Oh! This bloody constipation
It is causing me such consternation
I try my best eating veg and fruit
But do I shift it, no, I just toot.
Oh! The pain is so extreme
I push and push, grimace and scream.
Just to pass a motion now seems like a dream
The truth is more a nightmare
This dam shit is set on staying there.
I stand, I sit, I squat but the body is not playing
That,the laxative will work soon! I am truly praying!

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So I am sending this out to everyone suffering with cancer or any illness or disability. Keep fighting and keep taking the laxative!

Mary and Sue keep fighting!

You can visit Sue and Mary’s blogs using the Links at the beginning of this post.

My Red Killer Shoes.

I know I put this out last week but it needs to be said again . Come on Red Shoes get kicking !

These are my, can do shoes! My  not going to listen to you shoes!

My get up and go shoes! My stamp on and kick the shit out of the blues, shoes!

My ain’t gonna be be put on by you shoes! My skipping and dancing in the moonlight shoes.

My walking the righteous path shoes! my  who am I kidding shoes?

My kicking up a rumpus fetch me my compass shoes!

My who you looking at shoes, my cop an eye full of this shoes!

My ain’t behaving well shoes. My dancing on the ceiling enjoying every second shoes!

My in ya face, fall from grace shoes. My come and get me shoes,

My tiny winy skirt shoes! My delights are on offer shoes!

My need a thrill shoes,  my ones and twos shoes!

My I am bored shoes, my I want it now shoes!

My singing in the rain shoes, my apple pie up in the sky shoes!

My tipping the scales my way shoes, my light a candle say a prayer shoes!

My uppdido shoes, my yabbadabbado shoes!

My who am I kidding shoes, my I wish I was not such a wooze shoes!

My when is it my turn shoes? My fingers burned all hopes spurned shoes!

My bridges burnt shoes, my lessons learnt shoes!

My on my own shoes, my without a home shoes! My nothing left to loose shoes!

These are my I can beat you shoes, my watch it! your days are numbered shoes.

My, we have your measure now shoes. My cut you out, kick you hard shoes,

My grind you into the floor shoes!!My laugh in your face shoes!!

My Cancer we will wipe  you out shoes, My, we will without  a doubt shoes!

MY WE ARE GONNA WIN SHOES!!!!

my red shoes.

To my friends 💜💜💜💜💜

Tears

This is rebloged from my sister blog. About life , love separation and Alzheimer’s.

So today was Alzheimers Awareness day….in the morning post was a handwritten envelope with a local postmark. Curious ,I opened it carefully to discover a small blue heart with a blue ribbon and a label attached. On the label was a short poem

A heart for you with love I send How I wish this virus would end.

We’ll soon be through the other side With Clayburn Court as our guide

My fingerprint is in this heart to keep us close while we’re apart.

Well……..Tears welled up as I read these words.

After 4 months of lockdown, in Mid August we could go to visit our loved one albeit only in the garden but now we are back to square one as there has been a suspected case of the dreaded Virus.

Thanks to the internet I can see what is happening at Clayburn and I know they are doing wonderful things to keep the residents well and happy,but it is not the same as seeing them in person.

Whilst eating my meal this evening ,listening to the radio, what should be played but Fontine’s beautiful song ‘I dreamed a dream’..once again tears were in my eyes.The words were so telling and could be applied in part to our situation.

All those years of working and raising a family and looking forward to a time when we could enjoy retirement were gone and we only had 15 years when we could relax together when it all crumbled with the onset of Alzheimers. Now after 61 yers of being together we are separated

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It’s the third week of the month! Time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt

This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Lisa Thompson, from last month’s challenge, has provided the photo for this month’s challenge:

In these dark days I remember the saying my hubby often uses now about our leaders. Who try to keep us in the dark and give very mixed messages and ever changing information. I have chosen a Tanka to express my feelings.

Image credit: Unsplash, and the photographer is Wolfgang Hasselmann

Mushroom management.

Bright read for danger
Upwards pursuing the light
Escaping darkness.
Our lives are managed like this
Kept in the dark and fed shit.

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This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 323 Clip&Wings

Image from Pixabay.

Trapped within this cage
My soul soars high, broken free
Wings clipped, while you rage.

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The Challenge Words!

Clip&Wings

Not sure how to write a Haiku? Click HERE for a quick How to write Haiku Poem in English Form with links to posts for other forms of Haiku.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Three things Challenge #356

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.
For those of you unfamiliar with the challenge, every day Di at pensitivity101 lists three things that may, or may not, be related.
The challenge is to simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you, using one, two or all three words in your post. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly.
You can use the 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC as a tag and the logo if you wish

Your three things today are:

HOST
FUN
TIME

“Tonight your host is Ca Rona, she is delighted you could all come. She hopes you will have fun. Laughing, dancing, singing, smooching and kissing are the order of the night.
Ca has prepared all the food and drink for you to enjoy , every morsel touched by her personally.
So what’s the saying? Oh! Yes, ‘eat drink and be merry for tomorrow you die’ maybe not tomorrow but soon. Time is running out for you all.
Yes of course you can leave any time , go home to your families, go to work, go shopping, give everyone Ca Rona’s greetings. Tomorrow there’s a beach party your all welcome. Times a ticking …so is CA Rona.

sadly we can only blame ourselves.

Two sides to every story your actions have consequences.

This sombre piece was bought to you courtesy of pensivity101’s Three things challenge.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday. August 22nd 2020 Brush.

Good morning, it is Saturday and time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt for us to make fast and loose with is : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “brush.” Use it as a noun, a verb, or an idiom. Have fun!

It’s 7.20am and I have been awake over an hour, looking out towards the trees opposite I try to brush the cobwebs out of my head. They are very stubborn cobwebs they do not want to be brushed!

So many thoughts are swirling around in my head not many happy thoughts in there though! Can I , should I even, brush them under the carpet. I could do that it’s the easiest way to deal with problems just brush them aside, pretend all is well.

No, it’s no good even though I don’t feel up to it I must 🎶dust myself off, brush myself down and start all over again 🎶. Yesterday 49years ago I married the love of my life yes we jumped the brush.

© willowdot21

So even though I am tired and not being well is getting me down, and hubby is feeling down coping with his mother’s estate and his awkward siblings we must brush everything aside and just get on with life.

Okay let’s pick up life’s paint brush and create our own canvas, let’s make each brush stroke count. Like the dog brushing past my legs, the squirrel in the trees opposite with his brush tail, we’ll grab the brush and sweep up the pieces.

That’s enough I am slipping in to Madness here so that it for this week folks! I am not giving you the brush off.

This is part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. #SoCs

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