One-Liner Wednesday & #JusJoJan the 25th, 2023 – How I know.

Today is the anniversary of the Birthday of Robert Burns.

“Man’s inhumanity to man makes countles thousands mourn” Robbie Burns. Still as reliant today as when he said it.

part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday and JusJoJan

When will it ever end?

Two poems I wrote almost a year ago, not thinking the war between the Ukraine and Russia would still be waging.

Painting:Title: Russian Dancers
Artist: Edgar Degas (French, Paris 1834–1917 Paris)
Date: 1899 via

Russian Dancers


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.

© willowdot21.


painting by Franz Marc, killed at Verdun in 1916.


The washing hangs abandoned
In the Ukraine, blooded and singed
Cowering not from the wind but from the bombs .
It is tethered to a line, an invisible line
Everyone has forgotten and it stays Abandoned in the cold wind and snow.

It’s a symbol of the people
Made refugee
Hanging between life and death
Bombarded by those with no conscience
Empty promises of safe passage
Hanging on the invisible line
We must not dessert them.

© willowdot21.


Wordless Wednesday. Staple Diet.

This is part of Hugh’s Wordless Wednesday.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 31, 2022

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

It’s Saturday and LindaGHill is here with our prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday.Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “new/knew.’” Use one, use both, use them any way you like. Bonus points if you use both. Enjoy!

Who Knew Noughts New.

Photo by Jordan Benton on

It was late, the year was done and leaving no doubt
Death was pushing the New Year in as Old Father Time was on his way out.

Everywhere plans were being made for beginnings shiny and new
Death and Old Father Time raised an eyebrow it was all rubbish, they knew.

Death knew he would spend his time as he did time and again
Just doing his job without complaint clearing up the fall out of mankind’s pain.

From the crashed car, to a bomb in a cafe or knife fight in the dark
A plane crash, train wreck, a war, climbing accident or tragedy in the park.

Old Father time had seen it all , in technicolour more than once before
He patted Death on the shoulder as he trudge towards the sunrise once more.

He slipped on spilt blood on the floor and stepped over miss chances
He knew them so well, he passed by the plotters and suicides ready for one way dances.

A cry from the pram made the old guys both jump,
Why did hope always arrive at this time of year, in this dump

The New Year was gurgling and burbling with joy, eyes bright on horizons new
Painting rosy lies across the world, closing it’s eyes to badness and feelings of blue.

No time for moping said old Father Time
Get on with your work Death all will be fine.
That shiny New Year there in the pram
Will be worn out and tired like us at the end of this year’s scam.

Death gave a wave of his scythe.
Old Father Time raised his hand in reply.
Both resigned to the fact that nothing was new.
This farce was their fate over and over they knew.


My Sister on the move…. Growing older, coping and moving on is not for the faint hearted….

My Blog

Moving house

bubble wrap and boxes

phone calls to make

forms to complete

and Christmas!!!

I’m finding it all a bit daunting.

Having been admonished by eldest son to ‘Ask for help Mother’

I have done so but in one quarter have been left feeling like ‘The little red hen’

in Scholastic Early Readers!!!

Ok I know Christmas is on the horizon and they have their own lives to live.

Get on with it girl!!

The reason for all this activity??

Having thought about it for months I finally decided Sheltered Housing was for me.

I knew there was a good place not too far away so booked a visit and was shown round.

There were Studio flats and one and two bed apartments and so beautifully appointed.

The Ethos of the house was welcoming and homely. I took home an application form and completed it that evening. After a…

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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 441 GLOW and Night.

This week I have chosen to write a Tanka.

There’s a magic glow
Filling the sky at night
A promise of hope
A promise of love for all
A brave new world is promised

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku.

Song Lyric Sunday. The Merseybeat.

Jim our Song Lyric Sunday host has set us the task of picking a vintage Mersey Beat song….. That is definitely Carte Blanche. There are huge range to choose from. Firstly What is Mersey Beat: Billy K Kramer and the Dakotas was one of the first groups to named Merseybeat…followed closely by many others.

Beat music, British beat, or Merseybeat is a British popular music genre that developed, particularly in and around Liverpool, in the late 1950s and early 1960s. The genre melded influences from American rock and roll, rhythm and blues, skiffle, traditional pop and music hall. Wikipedia

Jim Adams

Typically they are a group of lads guitar based and from Manchester, Salford, Liverpool and all Northern points in-between. Just to break the mould I have picked Love of the Loved by Cilla Black read here. Who even though she was female and and a solo artist was a huge part of the Merseybeat.

sadly missed.

Love of the Loved” is a song written mainly by Paul McCartney, credited to Lennon–McCartney. It is one of his earliest compositions and featured in the Beatles live act in their early days. The group recorded the song at their 1962 audition for Decca Records, but never issued it on any of their official releases. Instead, Cilla Black recorded it for her debut single, which was produced by George Martin. The single reached No. 35 on the UK Singles Chart in October 1963. Info Wiki.

Each time I look into your eyes
I see that there a heaven lies
And as I look
I see the love of the loved.

Someday they’ll see that from the start
My place has been deep in your heart.
And in your heart
I see the love of the loved.

Though I said it all before
I will say it more and more,
Now that I’m really sure
You love me.

And I know that from today
I’ll see it in the way
That you look at me
And say ah you love me.

So let it rain, I’ll never care?
Deep in your heart, I’d still be there.
And when I’m there
I see the love of the loved.

Though I said it all before
I will say it more and more,
Now that I’m really sure
You love me.

And I know that from today
I’ll see it in the way
That you look at me
And say ah you love me.

So let it rain, I’ll never I care?
Deep in your heart, I’d still be there.
And when I’m there

I see the love of the loved.
I see the love of the loved.
I see the love of the loved.Each time I look into your eyes
I see that there a heaven lies
And as I look
I see the love of the loved.

Someday they’ll see that from the start
My place has been deep in your heart.
And in your heart
I see the love of the loved.

Though I said it all before
I will say it more and more,
Now that I’m really sure
You love me.

And I know that from today
I’ll see it in the way
That you look at me
And say ah you love me.

So let it rain, I’ll never care?
Deep in your heart, I’d still be there.
And when I’m there
I see the love of the loved.

Though I said it all before
I will say it more and more,
Now that I’m really sure
You love me.

And I know that from today
I’ll see it in the way
That you look at me
And say ah you love me.

So let it rain, I’ll never I care?
Deep in your heart, I’d still be there.
And when I’m there

I see the love of the loved.
I see the love of the loved.
I see the love of the loved.

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul Mccartney

Love of the Loved lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Stream of Consciousness Saturday on Sunday. Anyway.

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start your post or one paragraph with the word ‘anyway.’” Bonus points if you start your post with “anyway” and regular points if you use it in a paragraph somewhere else in your post. Enjoy!

Anyway I have been absent , not present, not here in body or mind. I have missed you all but I am hoping to be back now ☺️. I really want to be back with you guys anyway.


Anyway you roll the dice you will never win.
Fate delt the cards and knows the end before you begin.
Anyway you chose to go
Whether your speed is fast or slow.
Anyway you want it you can’t demand
You only get what’s in the masterplan.
Anyway you start your day , work or play
Be happy and enjoy it anyway.

This is Part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

Throwback Thursday #65 – You Don’t Have to Be American to be Thankful Today

This week’s prompt for Thrown Thursday is: Being Thankful is bought to us from Maggie.

Maggie said “Since today is Thankgiving in the U.S. I thought it would be good to think back to your childhood, your family life, and the place where you were raised and reflect a little. Out of that reflection, simply write something about your past you are thankful for today. It can be one thing or many – that is totally up to you. Feel free to share an old photo or a simple remembrance. May peace and gratitude find you wherever you are today.”


Now I know Maggie said to look back to our childhood and share rememberance of back then, that we are grateful for, well I have done that very often on here, so today I am going off piste and I am going to share what I am grateful for today, I actually mean today.

Five am and I woke up with cramp, nothing unusual about that. As I was getting back into bed I felt very woozy. Then the whole room started spinning. .. I laid very still and breathed as deeply as I could. Unfortunately ten to fifteen minutes later I start to feel terrifically sick. I get out of bed and stagger forward bumping into the dresser… Then I just can’t get my bearings and feeling sick and dizzy I crumple to the floor and call for hubby. I then crawl to the bathroom with his assistance.

Back in bed and the whole room is spinning at 50 M.P.H. while I am laying still and scared sick. It just kept getting worse. Eight am we rang the Dr’s surgery, eight thirty the Dr rang and told me to go to A&E which we did. I can’t go through the whole day but we were there for 6/7 hours. I had blood tests and ECG neaurological tests, eye tests, blood pressure and had my ears and throat looked at, still they did not identify cause. Possible viral infection. They have given me some pills in case it happens again.

I am home and after not eating all day I have had a small dinner and two mince pies. I am grateful to hubby for looking after me at 5am, rining the Dr at eight am, taking me to the hospital and staying with me then bringing me home and looking after me.

I am grateful to our middle son for taking time out of his day off to go round to our house and looking after Ruby. I am grateful to the doctors and nurses who looked after me. I am grateful to the other two of our sons for caring and ringing. I am very grateful for being in bed with a warm electric blanket! I am grateful and thankful to be feeling a little better. I am still feeling sick so I am off to sleep now. I hope you all have plenty to feel grateful for, I hope those of you who celebrated Thanksgiving today and those of you who didn’t all found plenty to be Grateful and Thankful for. Good night I love you all.

I shall be back tomorrow to read your posts and comment. Nighty ✨

K.L.Caley’s#writephoto. Tractor.


For visually challenged writers, the image shows a red tractor about to head into the early morning fog.

Tractor – Image by KL Caley

This is our prompt for K.L. Caley’s#writephoto Tractor. This week finds Morgarna in dire straits, with Merlin and Gail jumping to her aid. While the alien Entity is busy causing havoc in the past and present!


They landed by the river, further along they could see shadows of trees which the fog is starting to blur. “Oh! My it’s so cold here Merlin where are we”
“We’re in the North of England” Merlin replied getting out his special compass , two miles from the village and it looks like Morgarna is not far either. Let’s head towards the village and see what we can find out. Now don’t say too much and follow my lead”
The two set off into the fog.

In the Dungeon, John was listening opened mouthed as Morgarna explain how she came to be in this filthy hole with him.

John was shocked at what Morgarna had to say, he told her he had not left the dungeon since he had been thrown in here after waking up from the beating he’d received from the man who looked just like him .
“That’s the point John I believe the
man who beat you senseless , the man you saw kill Annette is not a man, he is not of this world, he is a shapshifter. ” Morgarna paused she could see that John had no comprehension of what she was saying, that made her feel better because this guy was truly just plain John.
Morgarna was going to say more when the dungeon door opened and two guards entered , they pushed John to one side and one grabbed Morgarna by the hair while the other one unlocked the chain that shackled her to the floor.
“Come on Missie there’s big plans for you!” He laughed.
“Where are you taking her ” cried John . ” Never mind lad you have enough to worry about there’s a man with a rope waiting for you.”
As they dragged Morgarna through the door she shouted over her shoulder ” don’t worry John I am here to help ” though if she was honest right at that moment she was not sure if she could help anyone.

Gail was really glad she had chosen one of Morgarna’s fur cloaks it was warm and cosy against the fog. As they went along Merlin explained a few things about how she would find conditions in the village so that she would not be too shocked by the place.
“I am so glad I have warm socks and boots on did you see those people who past us they had rags wrapped around their feet and they smelled like they’d not changed their clothes for a month!” Gail said wide eyed.
“They probably haven’t Gail, only the rich have shoes and cloak’s and even the richest will have nothing as useful as you are wearing. We will have to think of a good reason for your attire ..” Merlin finished abruptly . There were men on horseback approaching them.
“What ever is said or happens Gail follow my lead and keep quiet and I warn you now I may have to use some magic so don’t be shocked! “

Merlin and Gail crouched in the bushes while the riders circled around, “Michael are you sure you saw something…you know those surfs would not dare to be out after curfew”
“Aye milord, I was sure I did perhaps they are in the bushes sir shall I send the dogs in to pick up their scent?”
“Yes Michael do that and if you find them and the dogs have not torn then apart bring them up to the castle. Garth, William come you can escort me back now I want my supper a drink and a wench! “
As the lord and his two men rode off Michael whistled to his dogs. Two huge deer hounds thrashed through the bushes to his side.
“Find them boys and quick I’m cold and I want my supper too”
Gail looked at Merlin her eyes huge with fear. Merlin put his finger to his lip , he waved his other hand and before Gail’s eyes two steaks appeared. As the dogs came through the bushes Meriln threw the steaks to them as the dogs fought over the meat he took Gail by the waist and leap up into the branches of the nearest tree.
He put his hand on Gail’s mouth and smiled.
As Michael stood under the tree he sctetched his head ..” Well boys I guess I was wrong there’s no one here. Come on larksphere, here arrow there’s no one here, Now Boys” he shouted.
Both dogs came to heel looking very happy and contented. “Well you two look happy did you get a rabbit, well I am starving come on let’s go ” As he mounted his horse he looked over his shoulder one last time , shrugged his shoulders before riding off with the two contented dogs following behind.

“I think” said Merlin as he lifted Gail down from the tree “we need to visit the castle …I bet your bottom dollar that is where Morgarna is.”

Morgarna really could not get her head around what was going on. She’d been manhandled from the dungeons right up into the garret , she was filthy and stank as bad as the guards… She was cold and her hands and feet were bound. The guards had taken her boots from her and her feet were frozen! Worst of all something was blocking her powers.
Looking out of window…no glass yet , the North wind howling round her she shivered and tears burnt her face.

Several hundred years in the future the entity that had stolen John’s body was emerging through a time crack. He/ it spotted an empty red tractor, engine running the driver was in bushes relieving himself. Changing into a human form the entity stole the tractor and made his merry way off towards the village.

Tractor – Image by KL Caley

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