1The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2021 Daily Prompt – Jan. 16th

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Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “first thing.” Start your post with the words, “first thing” and go from there. Bonus points if you end your post with the last thing. Have fun!

First thing this year I determined things were going to be different. Things were going to get better! Positive thinking I told myself.

Okay we are in Lockdown I have got used to that by now. Then the first thing that started to dash my spirits was the climbing deaths and numbers of people seriously ill in hospital. Also the rising numbers of positive cases not only here but world .

The first thing I must say now is sorry for moaning, yet come to think of it I am just stating facts.

As far as I can see things are not improving yet and I can’t see them doing so for a long while yet.

I had better stop this rant oops ramble through this post as sounding boring or depressing everyone is , as my intent, the last thing!

First thing, last thing Tanka.

First thing I started
With hope to move swiftly on.
My intention was
Not to moan or to complain
No on my mind the last thing.

The Dyslexic Witch

This is part of LindaGHill’s Justjojan and #SoCs

How far can we go?

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Boris went for a ride
From the cameras he couldn’t hide.
He went seven miles
Returned full of smiles
But was he within the rules
Apparently so for him, but not us fools.

Two ladies went for drive
A thing they thought was prescribed.
They only went five miles
To socially distance, together a while
But they took along a flask
And the police took them task
So £400 they had to pay
Unlike Boris, but what the hey.

Now how far can we go
It’s something we really should know.
Because there seems to be two sets of rules you see
So remember, if you’re rich and famous
You can do as you wish, which isn’t the same for plebs like you and me .

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#JusJoJan prompt the 7th – “Caught”

No, it’s not Fiction.

President Donald Trump
Image from here

Caught up in a spider’s webb of lies.
No comment without hate, his venom flies
Into the faces of those he has duped
They no longer think, their sense mute.
Oh! What a pathetic fall
“State of the Union” lost to all.

GP: Protester Trump supporter outside Capitol 210106

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The Dyslexic Witch

LindaGHill’s Jusjojan.

Sorry it could not be ignored.

Christmas Fairy Blues.

google images.

Christmas Fairy Blues.

It’s not fair it’s a shame

Christmas has come and gone again.

I am cold and put on weight

All those chocolates I normally HATE!

The holly has all gone from the halls,

And someone broken my best baw-balls!

There is a bit of Christmas tree

Stuck up part of my anatomy.

It is cold and bloody wet

But no one gives a damn about me I bet.

No one worries about the Christmas fairy

As long as she is cute and pert and not BIG AND HAIRY.

The snow has gone and turned to slush

The dogs  are eyeing  me up  would help if I SHOUTED MUSH!

Santa came, he was drunk, and rough

And now this fairy is UP THE DUFF.

The A Mused Poetry Contest 12/12/2020 – 1/8/2021

Chel Owens said:

A new year’s creeping up on us, and I think it’s time for some limericks. This month’s Theme is Resolutions.

So here in Limerick tempo are my resolutions.

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This year I can say without doubt.
Is defunct and driven us all up the spout.
The virus has plagued us
Upset and betrayed us
It’s enough to make us all pout.

So what will happen next year
Maybe more of the same I fear
So I vow to sleep
My council to keep
Until it’s time for 2022 to appear.

But have I resolutions you ask.
I will definitely be wearing a mask
I shall keep my distance
And leave nothing to chance
Keeping covid free will be my task.

So what’s in store for you
Is ignoring the rules what you’ll do.
Or will you like me
Cover, wash and flee
Steadfastly ignoring advice that’s not true.

So really at the end of the day
There’s not much more I can say.
The Vaccine is here
Hold out your arm dear
And let’s kick the old Covid away.

This is part of A Mused Poetry Contest 12/12/2020 – 1/8/2021.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 336 MAD and Sane

fall haiku challenge badge japanese maple with black and white background

The Challenge Words!

MAD and Sane.

Image from Pixabay.

Dance in mad circles

No more sane thoughts enter here.

Locked up in silence.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

The A Mused Poetry Contest 11/14 – 12/11/2020

The Christmas Email 🎄

T’was the night before Christmas, I’m peeling the sprouts,
I’ll regret it tomorrow of that I’ve no doubts.
I’ve spent hours wrapping pressies for under the tree.
Everyones socially distancing so it’s up to me.
This year’s been a bummer so I thought let’s spread the joy
(cough) Here’s our news which is bound to annoy.
Lets start with grandpa well he’s loosing the plot
he’s been stalking the estate quite a lot.
Since they said he can drive no more,
he’s been acting like a bear with a head that’s sore!
Hubby has been busy washing hands and making masks
when people get too close he takes them to task.
Jerome, Cathy and Hermione are fine,
in and out of school all the time.
Fighting over computer, laptop and tablet …all of them mine!
We’ve all had to isolate at different times ,
we’ve done as we’re told to avoid fines!
We’re all sick of watching the neighbours breaking the rules.
How will we ever be rid of this Covid surrounded by fools.
The chickens stopped laying last week,
the hamsters are missing we’ve not heard a squeak.
We’ve had our fair share of hospitals and Ambulances too.
But to be fair in lockdown there’s not much to do!
My goodness is that the time,
I must get this sent then open the wine.
Merry Christmas to you and your bubble,
let’s hope 2021 is less trouble.
The Vaccine is coming we’ll all grow two heads..I don’t really care, in 100years we’ll all be dead!

© willowdot21

Part of Chelsea Owen’s mused poetry Challenge.

Bah! Humbug.

This evening Martin at A Gap in the Cloud suggest I try an Acrostic Poem entitled Bah Humbug. Well what’s a girl to do?

Bah! Humbug a Christmas Acrostic Poem.

Image from Pixabay

Blast I don’t like Christmas tide
All the clamour makes me want to hide.
Hope and charity have lost their stride.


Hauling home the endless shopping
Uncaring of the homeless, it is shocking
Must get, must have it’s all hype
Blaring adverts brash and trite
Unkind, selfish, too much spent on Christmas fare.
God’s gift forgotten, most don’t give a care.

© willowdot21

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. Honey. 21/2020

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday from Linda G Hill is “the last thing you put in your fridge.” Start your post with the last thing you put in your fridge. Let your mind wander from there. Enjoy!

The last thing I put in the fridge was honey. The little ditty is personal on how I feel and not a daming review, I am sure it’s lovely.

Honey, made by Australian Bees
Hit my tongue but failed to please.
The blossom sweetness failed
My taste buds were not excited nor regaled.
So I returned the jar to the fridge
Was I disappointed, yes, just a smidge!

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

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 32: (SLEEP) in the B rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem.

If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on How to Write an Espinela or Décima Poem.

You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt .Ebb and Flow and Sleep.

The two challenges are separate but can be combined if we choose to do so.

Tides of Madness

The tides of madness ebb and flow
Restlessness only calmed by sleep.
The waking hours make me weep.
Dark seasons like days of shadow.
Seeds of darkling around me grow.
Fears inside me grow and recede.
Monsters use my terror as feed.
Madness has me held as captive.
Rise and fall, trapped, no more to give.
Madness eats my soul and I bleed

The above painting is work of Dorothea Tanning it is called The Madness of Doors.

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