Word on the street is change the rules. Masks not needed,but wear your mask. Get it wrong we’ll take you to task. Infection, running rife in schools. We’re fed dross from the mouths of fools. Ping , now you have to stay off work. Says the bloke in Peerage by Burke. We’ve lost our paddle up the creek. Now,’s not the time in faith to leap. Why are we trusting such a jerk?
I am dismayed at the state of our country at the moment, our leaders are rudderless.
After ringing and quequing to make an appointment ( for a telephone consultation, it’s like getting hen’s teeth to get an actual appointment) the One-Liner ” please hold your call is important to us, we will be with you as soon as a receptionist is free” repeated every sixty seconds really does not ring true.
It took one hour and fifteen minutes on two phones to get through!
This week’s prompt is a post with a difference – our JUNE guest photo!
For visually challenged writers, the image a tree that has partly been carved to represent a man (or an ape I’m undecided).
Tree Man – Image by Willowdot21.
Gaia had given up on mankind, they were so uncaring of this beautiful planet. Their waste and inventions clogged up her seas, oceans and rivers. They drilled, mined and fracked for all her bounty. They waged war, they plundered the spoilt!
Sitting on the edge of the woods surrounded by paper cups, used condoms, plastic bottles and polestyrine cartons Gaia spoke with Death who was looking wan and very thin.
“I just don’t know what to do really I am at my wit’s ends,” she exclaimed a tear in her eye. Death smiled, a scary sight all teeth! “Don’t worry he said I have one last thing up my sleeve.”
Sighing Gaia replied “Well the four horsemen are already here, War, plague ( he played a blinder) famine, and yourself you have all worked so hard.”
“Indeed we have been working overtime, and yet those uncaring humans still carry on their selfish ways. I have called in the big guns, my last resort. “
Gaia, inhailed loudly “Surely you cannot mean….”
“Yes indeed I am going to bring on the Ents…they will soon put pay to mankind and then they can gently and kindly restore you to your former health.”
Just then the first of the Giant Ents arrived looking tired and somewhat irritable!
April 22, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about earthing. Put a character’s hands, feet or body and soul into the earth. Who needs recharging? What happens between the interaction? Go where the prompt leads!
For this prompt I have imagined a letter from Mother Nature/ Earth/ Gaia to us all. This is part of the Carrot Ranch Challenge.
My Children
I tried to warn you, painted warnings on walls and billboards with letters 20ft tall screamed, shouted and made a fuss.No one listens at all.The blooms are out in winter and summer flowers peek in spring. Snow falls in summer and sometimes in spring.You’re heading for another drought your reservoirs almost dry yet you let precious water waste. It’s starting with the the smaller things but soon you will suffer too. This green planet that you call home is dieing. I’m so tired and you just ignore my warning. From a dieing Mother nature.
Life is like a match. It bursts into being, full of promise and light. It grows then at it fullest and brightest it dies, returning us to the dark..
Birth is painful it is bloody, it is spectacular, it is after conception, the start for everybody. Pushed from the darkness into the light screaming and kicking you get handled by gloved hands under bright light.
Then like the flame as it takes hold the young brain sucking in knowledge. Like the match it needs oxygen as much as it can hold.
You see the blue and yellow of the flame grow in strength as it follows its aim. As we grow, we learn and we store the lessons that will form us more and more. Reaching out to light the world doing all we can to live the life you know is right.
dicarded and forgotten
Like the match we reach our zenith gold and blue with smoky edges but only for seconds does that last. How soon our very best is past. Try as we may to keep the light, like the match are loosing it fast. So tailing down to nought but heat like the match we are thrown on the scrap heap. At best we end up all alone or, I shudder at the choice , in an old people’s home.
Sad as I am to be alone, don’t throw me in an old peoples home. I once had so much to share I am still in here please have a care.
If Harry and Meghan left the Royal family to escape the press and media why are they courting it in America. Why not decide what they want? Royalty and Privileged and press and media interest or a quiet life and perhaps using some of their millions to do good.
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.
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 .
