The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 12, 2022

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LindaGHill is hear again to give us this week’s prompt. : “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “trip.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!”

Trip can mean a holiday or a journey, it can mean falling flat on your bum or your face! You can trip people up in a lie as in catch them out. Below is a Décima I wrote last year for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge. I originally wrote it about Libia. Today what I wrote about Libia is still true . I stream of consciousnessly changed the verses to fit Ukraine to fit all wars also. So this poem started out about Libia it took a trip and became a poem about Ukraine.

Décima .Trip in the B line . The original poem is here

A décima for Ukraine

Line of blood drawn in snow or sand.
Poison and fear begin to drip
Over the evil rules you trip
The men stand with guns in hand
Take the children to safer land
Every inch you have ever gained
Corridors to freedom are drained.
Deserted, left now high and dry
False promises, innocents die
Lost forever the freedom gained.

This is part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 100 (ROAR) in the D rhyme line.

Ukrainian emergency employees and volunteers carry an injured pregnant woman from the damaged by shelling maternity hospital in Mariupol, Ukraine.Ukrainian emergency employees and volunteers carry an injured pregnant woman from the damaged by shelling maternity hospital in Mariupol, Ukraine.

The innocent.

The season is a changing fast
The bulbs are pushing up through snow
Their roots are spreading down below
Above there’s war, bombs fall and tanks blast
Nature hears the echos of the past.
She wonders will man ever learn
As innocents they crush and burn.
The Russians lie and will ignore
It is false news the liars roar.
Against evil we must stand firm.

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY DÉCIMA CHALLENGE.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 99 (HOOK) in the C rhyme line.

Ukraine held fast in Russia’s grip
Kyiv, Kharkiv are now household names
While evil Putin plays his games
Ukrainians brave, will not quit
They soldier on while missiles hit.
Russian people are on the hook
The news is all from Putin’s book.
They’re lied to and kept in the dark
While jackboot stamps and war dogs bark.
The world must act, the world must look.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY DÉCIMA CHALLENGE

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 373 LINE and Toe.

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This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

a line drawn in sand
riffle butt and vicious toe
so much blood will flow.

The video below is about Lybia but it just as easily could be Afghanistan.

#Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 228, #Poet’sChoice

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Happy JUNE! It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Word Crafters, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you! This opportunity only happens once a month!

I really just wanted to tell a tale. So I really am not sure if this poem is even allowed. I told it all the same.

Light and dusk

Golden light fractals through the leaves.

Dark brown, of strong Oak woven in the trees.

Motes of  dust dancing in and out,

squirrels collecting nuts, in a hurry here  about!

As she lays there among the leaves,

not missed yet, so far no one grieves.

Dearest Teddy by her side

She only dropped him when she died.

She is tiny, she is small,

Oh! dear God she has hardly lived at all.

Like an angel lying there

with tiny insects running through her hair.

Shafts of dying daylight frame her face,

of her killer there is no trace.

Silent leaves begin to fall

slowly slowly they cover all……………

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 328 DUST & Weed

The Challenge Words!

DUST & WEED

Not sure how to write a Haiku? Click HERE for a quick How to write Haiku Poem in English Form with links to posts for other forms of Haiku.

Image from Pixabay.

I am dust under foot
You treat me worse than rubbish
Crush me like a weed.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Thursday photo prompt: Destination #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a path between an avenue of trees. Shadows from hidden sunlight fall across the path, but mist obscures the way forward…

Destination.

When morning took hold it was bright but very misty. Calador shivered as he watched the mist roll up to the ramparts obscuring the road ahead. Though there was sunlight is was pale and held no warmth. The trees that lined the road cast shadows across the short distance he could see.

Wrapping his cloak around him Calador felt the damp but above that he felt a dark menace that he could neither see nor pinpoint. The mist enveloped him, in it he heard the voices of thousands of Vampires, evil beyond his darkest dreams, and humans and animals screaming.

Just as this grew unbearable something touched him on the shoulder, he jumped. Swinging round dagger drawn and ready to defend himself he was shocked to see his sister, Erin.

Wide eyed she stepped back “What is it” she asked, “Are you afraid of your own shadow” she suddenly stopped speaking, hearing the voices in the mist too.

A wind suddenly threw them together, Calador dropping his dagger so as not to stab his sister. The wind dropped as suddenly as it has arisen and the two elves stood in the silence, the voices and the mist all gone.

*********

Lisa stood looking out of the castle window and watched a new day dawn over the loche, Hope, to all intent and purpose, was sleeping peacefully in a basket by the fire. The child was asleep but in her sleep she was watching over everyone.

Ewan burst in the door making Lisa turn to face him. He bowed and bade her good morning, “Has the wolf returned yet” he asked. “Not yet” Lisa replied, “But I sense she is on her way” Ewan shouted for the women who worked in the kitchen and asked for some food to be brought up as quickly as possible. This done he woke the sleeping boy by the fire and told him to stoke it up.

Lisa sighed with relief as she saw a huge wolf approaching the drawbridge. Passing through all the troops that were eating and readying themselves for the long march to meet the elves. None of the soldiers or their women approached the wolf as she loped through their mist, a few dogs fell in behind her but she saw them off with a look.

Ewan met her at the bottom of the stairs with a robe, he dropped it to the floor and shouted, ” I hope it’s your colour” as he retreated up the steps.

Rachel growled but her yellow eyes turning blue as she transformed once more to her human self, smiled. She put on the robe an electronic blue edged in gold.

Joining the others she ate heartily. After their meal it was decided that she and Lisa would accompany Ewan and the army of men to meet the elves and that Hope was to stay at the castle in care of the cook and her husband, two of Ewan longest serving and most trusted servants. The cook and her husband already had a large family of ten children, what better place to hide this special child. In a large and loving family.

Preparations underway to leave early the next morning Rachel went to sleep while Lisa cradled Hope and told her why she had to leave her here , the child already knew, she knew everything. Soon Lisa too was sleeping tired after the nights vigil.

No one, except maybe Hope knew what lay ahead or where their destination was.

******

To be continued.

If you wish to read Lisa’s and Rachel’s story up to this point you can find it here.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

Hélène Vaillant’s WHAT DO YOU SEE? MARCH/26/2019

Photo prompt March 26 to April 1, 2019

We all know that most but not all religions have a lot to answer for. In times gone by bullying and misusing the poor the weak and the young. These days sexual abuse is regularly uncovered, in schools and parishes where the priests (by any name) of all religions are held up as good and to be trusted.

This is now being revealed as rubbish they can be as deviant, cruel and evil as the next.

So to the good ones out there I apologize and thank you for your good works. To the evil abusers and bullies mascarading as pious may you burn in hell for eternity.

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The bells of evensong chime

Brothers come together at this time

They meet in prayer and silent contemplation

Giving thanks to God for the safety of their Nation.

God is on our side they say

Yet that was never true, least of all today.

Their world falls apart about their ears

They close their eyes to all their fears.

Brothers you have lost your way

On the young, poor and weak you can no longer prey.

Your leaders speak of apology

But your victims can’t break free

Their lives blackened, they despair

Whilst you move on without care.

Beware those of you who have sinned

Your names are carried on the wind.

God in heaven sees all your misdeeds

No wonder the sacred heart bleeds.

*******

This is part of Hélène Vaillant’s what do you see challenge.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 125#Synonyms Only

Here is my entry for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. The prompts to us synonymously are Origin and Write.

This week another Tanka

Evil

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From the beginning

I needed to note this down

To register truth

From the inception of time

To record evil’s winnings

Image from Pixabay

Scary October 19

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Images from Audrey Kawasaki

Jessica

For the longest time the child had gathered bones and dead insects.

Body parts she cut from animals so she could learn how they worked .

Not dead animals, the organs had to be alive and pumping

Warm and growing, breathing , flowing.

It had started with a bone collection but she had needed to have more knowledge.

She gathered spiders and insects from the hedge .

Soon cats and dogs went missing , they’d disappear?

Her mother shut her eyes to what she guessed, keeping silent her fear.

The child spent less and less time at home

She preferred to be in the woods foraging on her own.

Then the odd baby disappeared from it’s cot

The need for learning was all that mattered to the swot.

One day she was gone, she did not return home

The child had decided it was time to roam.

With necklaces of eyes and ears and trinkets made of bone

She traveled the word her skills to practice and hone.

Image Found Here

Lock your windows , close your doors

She is out there crossing fields and moors

She is bigger now and stronger

Only harvests what she needs, keeps her donors alive longer

What made the child want to kill this way

The thirst for knowledge one might say.

Or maybe pure evil invaded her whole

She was such a beauty in body but not in soul.

Beware when out on day or night

Beware those eyes so angelic a sight .

Run from the clink of bone and tooth

She will not spare you and that’s the truth!

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