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.

25 Jan 2023 23 Comments
in History, Homelessness, JusJoJan, Just jot it January, Music, One liner Wednesday, QUOTES, rant, sadness, Talking Straight Tags: Inhumanity, LindaGHill, War
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.
22 Jan 2023 25 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, memories, Poems, rant, sadness Tags: Ukraine, War
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 https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/
Russian Dancers
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.
© willowdot21.
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painting by Franz Marc, killed at Verdun in 1916.
THE EASTERN WINDS
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.
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31 Dec 2022 29 Comments
in humour, inspiration, memories, rant, SoCs, Talking Straight Tags: Hope, Knew, LindaGHill, New
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.
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.
30 Oct 2022 30 Comments
in Autumn, Depression, Halloween, humour, rant Tags: Hex, Scary Mary, witches
A Witch’s worse nightmare.
It is hard when you’re witch,
Your presence gives polite society an itch.
When you float by in your latest gown
Women scream and men hit the ground.
Now all of the above could be a boon
Were it not Halloween very soon.
It is not my job to please them.
It is enough to make you shout and scream
When your hair looks good on Halloween.
A careless sprite has cleaned my dress
Dabbed away all signs of mess.
No! that really can’t be right,
Looking tidy on All Hallows Eve Night.
To make it worse I just received a call to say
My Vampire friends can’t come and play.
OH! tell me what’s a girl to do
I think I am coming down with flu.
I think I have really lost the plot, that guy over there just told me I look hot!
Look at me, I look like a fairy,
What’s going on, I should be Bloody Scary Mary!
No, I did not think so,
Eek! I just looked in the mirror where did all my attitude go?
What is a self respecting witch to do
Some pesky imp has used all my goo !
There is only one night until Halloween
And I look like a Fairy Queen.
It gets worse, damn, this just is not fair
None of my rags are fit to wear.
They all make me look stunning .
This is the work of evil and cunning
I guess I shall just have to go and hide
Looking like this, the gossip I’ll never survive.
I shall just climb into a box
And dine on pig’s swill and slops.
I just don’t know what I have done
I even crave a little rest in the sun??
Help, this is not right I am a creature of the night.
Some sneaky sprite has put a hex on me.
The only thing I can do is flee.
Photo © willowdot21 2019.
Halloween Acrostic Poem.
Hale and hearty ghosts and scary ghouls
Awake October, thems the rules
Lupines greet the harvest moon
Luna rays excite their mood
Over graves mist does swirl
Witche’s cauldrons.
Eperveces
Every
Night.
28 Sep 2022 16 Comments
in humour, love, memories, One liner Wednesday, rant Tags: Family Communications, Life, LindaGHill
You know when children are young they all tend to try and out do eachother in their woes? Well yesterday hubby initiated a what’sapp with the boys.
Hubby: How is everyone doing today.
Eldest son : Been a bit rubbish tbh but I’m ok, you?
Youngest Son : Jesus Christ work! Don’t get me started.
Middle son. : Try my job, that’s when you need Jesus to help.
Well I am here to tell you they never change!
21 Sep 2022 17 Comments
in humour, inspiration, love, memories, Music, One liner Wednesday, rant Tags: Dragons, LindaGHill, Train yourself
“We all have a Dragon within, find it, train it , use it!”
© willowdot21
06 Sep 2022 10 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Poems, rant, Ronovanwrites Tags: deep, HAIKU, Japanese poetry, Nature, Woe
Deep woe.
Feelings run so deep
As our resources run out
Mother Nature’s woe.
© willowdot21
03 Sep 2022 32 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Music, Poems, rant, sadness, SoCs Tags: Fear, LindaGHill, sadness, why
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with why.” Begin your post with the word “why.” Have fun!
I went deep into my darkside for this one.
Why
Why am I so angry why am I so low
You’re driving me to distraction, why? I do not know.
Always putting everyone else first, but not me.
Always pardoning others for reasons I can’t see.
If I try to tell you to let them take their turns
You round on me and give that look that burns.
I’m sick of being wrong, having to zip my mouth.
Why not put me first, why?
02 Sep 2022 10 Comments
in One liner Wednesday, rant Tags: Busy, Life, Linda GHill
This week has been so busy I met myself coming back twice!
©willowdot 21
17 Aug 2022 9 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, rant, Ronovanwrites, Sijo Tags: advice, Breaking point, control
I have listened dutifully to your advice.
I’ve been the waxing moon to your glowing sun, you’ve stolen my energy and fun .
Stop now is my advice step away I have had enough.
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