Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday Poetry Challenge #61. Use FOOD as your inspiration this week.

It keeps body and soul together, nature nourishes us.
A gift from mother earth, grown from within her, her blessed produce.
If we do not treat her with respect the planet will withhold our food

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MetaVerse or MetaCurse?

We carry our lives about in our hands
All our appointments,contacts and plans.
What would we do if all connectivity dropped
Never to return would all our lives come to a stop.

How would we cope if EPOS was gone
Could we cope with mental arithmetic for long.
So many can’t spell or tally a bill
So caught up in games they’ve lost all free will.

There doesn’t seem to be anyway back
Of common sense there is a huge lack
We’ve all become lazy on A.I. depending
It’s getting too late for against it defending.

A.I. can write stories and blogs
Create pictures, watch us and keep logs
Are we all too lazy or too blind to see
We’ll all end up useless and hands free.

© willowdot21 written by me not A.I.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 8, 2023

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

Good morning it’s Saturday and I have an email from LindaGHill, she says :”Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with gen.” Find a word that starts with “gen” and use it in your post. Have fun!”

Generally I can usually think of something to write for Linda’s SoCs let’s face it I write most of my posts SoC that’s me a panster! For some reason today I genuinely can’t think of anything….so here we are having a gentle ramble through my mind as I desperately try to come up with something.

My usual genres are a poem or flash fiction or a heated rant but none of those are generating anything useful today. So unless a random wondering Genie comes through the back gate I shall just be using all the words I can think of beginning with gen.

I was listening to the radio yesterday and they were discussing the iconic photo of David Bowie with the lightening flash across his face which was drawn on with lipstick… David looking very androgynous… Yes challenging gender before it was so fashionable.

Talking gen let’s have some Gene Genie!

Bowie is sadly missed by most generations mine included. Now there are other gens I could use but that would be pushing it on the ramble stakes so I am going to leave this here and say happy Saturday to you all and leave you with another song.

One-Liner Wednesday: P.C. gone mad!

Polictical correctness is changing our lives! The lastest madness is Mother’s Day will become Birth Person Day! What???

Photo by George Dolgikh @ on

The above will be a thing of the past! NOOOOOOOOO!


Love Is In Da Blog : Day 27.

Good morning it’s the penultimate day of Bee Halton’s Love Is In Da Blog. Today is Day 27 and the prompt is an alternative love songs from your 60s or any age if you are younger..

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Well I was 50yrs in 2003 and so I was going to go with ..mmm but then I thought no I want to go with Believer! so by 2017 when this came out I was 64yrs. I love this song just because I do. Funnily enough my eldest grand son really likes it too and I often hear him singing it.

Believer” is a song by American rock band Imagine Dragons. The song was released on February 1, 2017, through Interscope Records and Kidinakorner as the lead single from the band’s third studio album, Evolve (2017). It was written by Dan ReynoldsWayne SermonBen McKeeDaniel PlatzmanJustin Tranter and its producers Mattman & Robin.

“Believer” peaked at number four on the US Billboard Hot 100, becoming the band’s third top ten single after “Radioactive” and “Demons“. It also reached the top ten in Austria, Canada, Czech Republic, France, Italy, Poland, Portugal, and Switzerland. The song received a notable boost in popularity after it was used in the season finale for the first season of the CW’s Riverdale. The song was played heavily in advertisements, notably for the Nintendo SwitchSuper Bowl LI advertisement, and several movie and television trailers. It became the fifth best-selling song of 2017 in the United States and one of the best-selling singles of all time. As of November 2022, the song has amassed more than 2.2 billion streams on Spotify. On January 8, 2019, another version of the song was released, featuring American rapper, Lil Wayne. A Halloween mix was released on October 31, 2022, a promo of the song appearing in the October 27, 2022 episode of The Late Show with Stephen Colbert.

First things first
I’ma say all the words inside my head
I’m fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh-ooh
The way that things have been, oh-ooh

Second thing second
Don’t you tell me what you think that I could be
I’m the one at the sail, I’m the master of my sea, oh-ooh
The master of my sea, oh-ooh

I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Writing my poems for the few
That look at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heartache from the pain
Taking my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the…

You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
You break me down and build me up, believer, believer
Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from…
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

First things first
Can you imagine what’s about to happen?
It’s Weezy the Dragon, I link with the Dragons
And we gon’ get ratchet, no need for imaginin’

This is what’s happenin’
Second thing second, I reckon immaculate
Sound about accurate
I know that strength, it don’t come, don’t come without strategy
I know the sweet, it don’t come without cavities
I know the passages come with some traffic
I start with from the basement, end up in the attic
And third thing third
Whoever call me out, they simply can’t count
Let’s get mathematic, I’m up in this, huh

Is you a believer?
I get a unicorn out of a zebra
I wear my uniform like a tuxedo
This dragon don’t hold his breath, don’t need no breather
Love you Ms. Cita, the son of a leader
I know the bloomin’ don’t come without rain
I know the losin’ don’t come without shame
I know the beauty don’t come without hurt

Hol’ up, hol’ up, last thing last
I know that Tunechi don’t come without Wayne
I know that losin’ don’t come without game
I know that glory don’t come without…
Don’t come without…

You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
You break me down and build me up, believer, believer
Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from…
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Last things last
By the grace of fire and flames
You’re the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh-ooh
The blood in my veins, oh-ooh
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
Inhibited, limited ’til it broke open and rained down
It rained down, like…

You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
You break me down and build me up, believer, believer
Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from…
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Benjamin Arthur Mckee / Daniel Coulter Reynolds / Daniel Wayne Sermon / Mattias Per Larsson / Robin Lennart Fredriksson / Daniel James Platzman / Justin Drew Tranter

Believer lyrics © Ma-jay Publishing, Imagine Dragons Publishing, Songs For Kidinakorner, Wolf Cousins, Songs Of Universal Inc.

Love Is In Da Blog: All we are saying is give Peace a Chance.

Bee’s prompt for today is “A Love Song For Ukraine and all other countries troubled by violence.” Most countries seem to have war or unrest. We mustn’t forget them as we must not forget the Ukrain . It is easy to forget how hard it really is for those at war from the comfort of our livingrooms.

I am going to let the videos speak for themselves. Please read the information at the end second video…is worse now. Why can’t we have peace: because it’s too lucrative for those in power.

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.


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.

Halloween Eve !

A Witch’s worse nightmare.

Image from Pixabay

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!

photo credit

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.

Halloween, Acrostic Nonet.

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.





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