How have we come to this?

© willowdot21

Yesterday, Nineteen young children and two adults died in a shooting at a primary school in south Texas.

Watch the wall.


Watch the wall my darlings as the gunman passes by,
Hush now everyone or he will double back and kill us if he hears you cry.

He doesn’t care that guns are not allowed
I know he will not stop to think before firing into a crowd.

Try not to whimper as he will hear that too
He has shot your little friends for less and he will do the same to you.

Here, cuddled up to me my darlings lets all play sleeping lions
Keep calm or become more satistics in this crime.
Yes those are your friends my darlings but we cannot help them now.
You are in my care here and to keep you safe I vow .

Who is he is my darlings I have no idea,
We need not think of him, he is of no consequence my dear.
What is important is that you stay with me here.
Silent as a mouse, no noise for him to hear.

Oh! yes. Watch the wall my darlings as the gunman passes by,
Hush now everyone, he will double back and kill us if he hears you cry.


I wote this poem in November 2012 after the school Massacre at Sandy Hook Elementary School. There have been more massacres since and not only in schools, places of worship, supermarkets, concerts. Nothing has changed nothing has been done… WHY? There have been so many of these incidents in the intervening years that now Gun Shootings in schools cause more children’s deaths than any other reason in America .

The media should not give the murders any air time they should should not be named . This only encourages the next mad man or woman to out do them. Gun laws need to be stricter and no one needs a gun in their home. Mental health needs to have more funds pumped into it so these people can be found and treated before they cause such grief.

Let us not forget the forgotten victims these shootings, all the murder’s families.

How have we come to this, Children killing Children?

Anyone seen the key?

arrrrrrrrrrrgh!

Where do the hours and the days go. I have been lost in a fug since Thursday. I just can’t get my head together or cope with all your posts flooding into my email . I am drowning in exhaustion , I am so busy there is not a moment in time right now that is not fully spoken for and agressively demanding my attention.

I have tried all day to make time to read my mail and write a post. It’s now 2.46 pm and I have, granted, read a few posts but I have written nothing. To be honest I am not really pleased with this but my head is bursting and I need to get some words out .

head fit to explode
thoughts clamouring for escape
it’s like a geyser
wanting to burst and flow free
but I can’t find the damn key.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 23, 2022

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “too/to/two.” Use one, use ’em all, bonus points if you use all three. Extra bonus points if you start your post with one. Enjoy!

image from Pixabay

To reach for the stars ✨ is what we all have in our hearts. Whether we admit it or not , we might tell ourselves we are reaching for success, fame, love but truly we are reaching for the stars. Why? Because we are made up of stardust and to the stars we must return.

Too many people spend their lives racing around in circles trying to beat others to their goal. Look at America and Russia, those two countries spent a lot of time and money trying to get into space or to the moon first. All this while too many problems on this planet have gone through the roof . War , Famine, Greed, Plagues and Destruction of our planet too . Okay I will change track before I get too preachy!

Two by two we pair off in life, it may not last but it might. Too many relationships fail, sometimes by too much effort on side and sometimes not enough but that is life. We all know that don’t we.

Well I think it’s time for me to wind this up before I get too deep and offend one or two of you.

Have a great Saturday, be kind to yourself and others too, try to do at least two kind things today.

© hotpinkwellingtons. Two grandsons. © willowdot21

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 26, 2022 On Sunday!

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Friday’s here! And so was Linda with our Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rope.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Have fun!

Photo by Evelyn Chong on Pexels.com

“Give them enough rope and they will hang themselves.’ Now that’s an interesting one. It basically means to allow someone to accomplish his or her own downfall by his or her stupidity or pride.

“Throw me a rope” this one means help me out , throw me a rope as in a rescue, from a boat, burning building, or even to use during s climb. Those are the litteral meanings. Now it can also mean tell me what happened, throw me a rope and I can help you. Give me a clue of what you need and I will help. Or even show me some patience and I can help you or you can help me.

“At the end of my rope“, that litterally comes from dangling at the end of a rope being hung. But it can mean, to run out of patience, get very angry, be ready to go mad or have a nervous breakdown.

“Being roped into it”. Being tricked, cajoled or forced in to doing something you don’t want too, against your will!

Then there are rope bridges, rope soles on shoes, rope ladders and rope hanging basket holders.
“You can be roped off” like a section of a room, garden, street or even crime scene.

You could be feeling “ropey” or very ropey if you are ill or unwell.
Ropey” can also mean badly or shoddily made, like a ropey meal, dress, bag, house ect.

You can be “ropped in” mean being made to stop, having limits put on your quotas or boundaries , made to conform.

Now it looks like “I have run out of rope“, come to an abrupt end, no ideas left, no space left, run out of ideas, words, hope ect. So to end a short acrostic rope poem.


Rope.

Rescue me
Oh! I am failing can’t you see.
Please throw me a rope
Everyone needs hope

#TANKATUESDAY WEEKLY POETRY CHALLENGE. EXPHRASTIC#photoprompt.

Selma and Colleen selected the painting for this week’s Ekphrastic#photoprompt. It’s a Degas and you can read more about it HERE.

Remember, we can see what’s in the image, so write your poem using the image as an inspiration. Don’t just describe what you see in the image. Think about metaphor and allegory. Just remember to check which form you’re using. Some of the Japanese forms frown upon the use of metaphors. This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing, inspired by visual art.

I chose to write an Abhanga. The Abhanga is written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. It is customary to title your poetry. It is not the ordinary Russian people’s fault that they are lied to by their government and media. This is what I have tried to express in my poem .

Our piece of Art is.

Title: Russian Dancers
Artist: Edgar Degas (French, Paris 1834–1917 Paris)
Date: 1899 via https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/

DON’T TRUST PUTIN

Whirl and stamp, heel, toe high
Stamp those boots, drown out lies.
Hear truth before it dies
Don’t trust Putin.

Mother Russia blushes
Her Boots are made to stamp
Ukraine caught in her clamp
Don’t trust Putin.

Don’t listen to the news
Open your eyes, look
The man’s an evil crook
Don’t trust Putin.

PART OF COLLEEN’S TANKA TUESDAY.

Throwback Thursday #29 – Sports and Extracurricular Activities

Welcome back to Throwback Thursday. Last week we took on childhood cures with Lauren. This week we are going to discover a little more about how you spent your extra time. We would love to have you join us – all are welcome. This week’s prompt is from Maggie. Extracurricular Activities

  1. Did you belong to any clubs? No I didn’t not one. I do remember I loved looking after the silk worms we had in infants and the early part of junior school.
  2. Did you stay after school for activities? If so, how did you get home? Lol only if I got detention and I walked home .
  3. We’re you involved in sports? If so, which ones? Were you good at them, mediocre, or at least trying? We played tennis, netball, there were all the usual athletics, hockey and La cross. I was not good at the ball games as I never saw the ball until it hit me in the face. 🤣🤣 I played wing defense in netball and over time broke at least four fingers in the process.
  4. What was your favorite school related sports or physical activity? I was not good at gym or games really ..the gym mistress really did not like me because I was so useless, I couldn’t climb the ropes or balance on the bar, jump the horse! I was a fat child untill I reached eleven! I did like netball though I was not any good. I was the girl who got picked last for any team 😆
  5. Did you hold any leadership roles in school? Me? Seriously?no!
  6. Did you play football, basketball, or some other sport or were you a cheerleader? We didn’t have cheerleaders in the U.K. back then but I’d of loved all that! I was in the choir and the drama groups and loved those very much. I was never in the top groups though so never got to travel anywhere or visit other schools.
  7. Did you travel after school, on weekends, or in the summer for any activities?  Where did you go? No as I said above I was never good enough to be picked to travel with or represent the school. Though I did go on the odd day trip with the school. Places like Longleat, Museums and art galleries.
  8. Did you receive letters, awards, or certificates for your involvement? No 😮
  9. Did you belong to any organizations that were not associated or sponsored by your school? I was never in the brownies or girl guides, but I was in church choires and I went to a youth club …that’s where I met hubby when I was Thirteen.
  10. Were you on any school committees such as yearbook, prom committee, etc.? No, not me never the nuns would never of allowed me!
Thats me second in front row on the left,as you look at photos. © willowdot21

One-Liner Wednesday – In the light.

© willowdot21

Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.

Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches.

part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 5, 2022.

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

A little dickie bird just landed on my shoulder and whispered in my ear. Yes it did and it told me that today is the eighth anniversary of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Well congratulations Linda what an amazing achievement 🥂🎇🎆🎊🎉🎆🎇🎊🎉.

As thebdixkie bird left he also told me that:Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “way to go.” Use it as a phrase or use it in its literal sense. Enjoy!

Way to go.

Back in the late eighties hubby, who was a senior Investigator for H.M. Customs and Excise before the Inland Revenue joined them, was sent to Northern Ireland.

I wrote a post about his commission and Warrent. from the Queen here

The late eighties were not the best time for a representative of the Queen visiting Northern Ireland. Why? Because Northern Ireland was then in the middle of the troubles.

Here is another post from that time.

Whilst in Belfast hubby and his colleague had to interview a chap on the Eastside of Belfast. The were told the way to go was to take the motor way to avoid the Falls Road and Divis Flats on Divis Road.

The trip there was fine, the interview fine. The return journey….not so. As they were leaving they asked the chap the best way to go to get back… The were told and gratefully followed the chap’s directions.

All was well until they took a turn onto the Falls Road, surrounded by lots of fierce looking guys sitting on the walls, all the traffic lights had wire meshing over them to protect them. They soon realized they were definitely in a no go area. Worse still they were in a red car with a huge floppy aerial denoting, a radio, denoting an official car. ..eek. Worse still they went through the Divis flats watched all the way by curious and not too friendly looking locals.

After a long and worrying drive back hubby and colleague decided that was definitely not the way to go!

This was part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday eighth anniversary.

One-Liner Wednesday – Snacks

They forgot the pancakes yesterday 🙄!

© willowdot21.

but they remembered today 😃.

© willowdot21

My Neighbour the Obsessive Car Detailer.

Who knew I had a celebrity for a neighbour? Certainly not me. Well yesterday as I was taking Ruby on her afternoon walk I saw Martin cleaning his car, and as usual he was filming what he was doing. Well I have seen him filming and talking to his camera before.

Yesterday curiosity got the better of me and I asked him if he had a YouTube channel…… Yes he does and it is really brilliant. The funniest thing was he was wearing a hoody bearing the name of his vlog. Yes emblazoned across his chest are the words Obsessive Car Detailer. Here is one of his posts.

I love the intro to each video very atmosphereic.

Well Martin is a gentleman with more than one string to his bow and more than two vehicles to his drive…..yes he’s not all about being an Obsessive Car Detailer he is also a delightful children’s book author. Martin has written four books delicated to his Grandchildren, Finley,Lily and Susie.

© Martin Harman.

You can buy Martin Harman books at Amazon in Kindle or hardback, the covers have been updated since these copies above.

Right now I can definitely recommend the books I am reading them at the moment.

Most of us have a Nanny and Grandad, but do we really know what they get up to when they go out by themselves?
Some are more adventurous than others! The question is, how long can they stay out of trouble? There is only one way to find out.

Yes, read the books!

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