Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 67: (LEAP) in the D rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image
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This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge.

I have linked it to my Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

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.

One-Liner Wednesday. Hanging on the telephone.

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!

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

#writephoto : Treeman.

This week’s prompt is a post with a difference – our JUNE guest photo!

For visually challenged writersthe 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!

This is part of K L Caley #writephoto

KL Caley at Novel Ideas has offered to take on Sue Vincent’s #writephoto weekly challenge now Sue has moved on to a higher plain.

April 22: Flash Fiction Challenge

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 to Match.

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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.

King and Queen of America?

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.

They can’t have their cake and eat it too.

That all I have to say on the matter.

The Story Sofa.

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com

Here I am with open arms

Oblivious to all your charms.

Here I am, the one you need

I’m always up for a midnight feed!!

I am on hand for a cosy rest in front of the fire, Sit with me in winter and  watch the snow fall as the flames grow higher.

I am here for you, in spring

Sit with me and listen to the Thrush sing.

Early morning late at night

I keep your secrets as you grow older

I am here for you when you need a shoulder

And encourage you to climb a gigantic life boulder!

I excel at family  gatherings 

Christmas, Easter, Birthdays Weddings.

Usually I get tarted up when special visitors come to sup!

Always in need when there are babies,

Good for cuddles and sometimes a lot more too!

I  will not say what  that’s about .

I shall not disclose what you get up to when everyone’s out!

Such comfort can found in my arms.

For weary heads with physical or mental qualms.

I never nag or boss you. I am always here when your day is through.

I stand here for you when you’ve had enough.

I’ve been with you good and bad

Shared your grief  when you’ve been sad.

Seen you laugh  loud and free

And kept the secrets you’ve given me.

Then one day comes a bolt out of the blue I am of no longer any use to you.

I am banished shoved aside

No longer wanted even though I held your side.

Cast aside for versions new

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Now, how ungrateful can you be !

After all these years you abandon me??

The Apple Fell From The Tree.

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It hit the ground and made straight for me.

The trail of maggots  climbed my legs

They entered me and sucked  the dregs.

They coloured  my view, trapped inside my eyes

Whispering in  my ears abhorrent lies that turned  the tides

Of  ills  besetting me. They feasted on my brains

Their waste  clogging up  my  arteries  and veins.

Filling  my womb  and ovaries

Damning up  my bladder, my waters  burst uncontrollably.

They  turned  my milk, so what, I was now baron

They pushed out  my hair  Until I resembled carrion.

I beg them to set  me free,they did not

I begged them  for peace and  for the pain to stop.

They  did not listen nor  did they care

They gave not a shit  for how I’d fare.

No one listened  no one cared. So long  as it was not them

Who suffered. Their eyes avoid me again and again.

They pumped me full of chemicals, bags  and lines and  needles

It made  me worse, I curse them to suffer me such evils.

They, though not the maggots, mopped  my brow and  soothed my pain

They begged me to fight and fight again.

I tried, I really did I fought, I screamed I cried.

At last, at last I watched  them fly,

I kissed those maggots goodbye.

Find  the cure don’t  let the apple  fall from the tree

Don’ t let those maggots free.

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

Another poem about illnesses and cancer from 2014.

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

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

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.

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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