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 .
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.
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.
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!
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.
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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.
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!
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.
