The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 27, 2021

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “-sty.” Find a word that ends in “-sty” or use the word “sty.” Enjoy!

Honesty is a commodity that is very often in short supply these days. On a large scale our leaders an politicians very often just play fast and loose with it, interested in their own ends. None of them have the decency or honesty to admit the mistakes they make.

We are often very tight on honesty with ourselves and others. Yet there are always those who’s honesty shines like a becon. They are like lighthouses guiding us through stormy waters.

I shall be honest now, I am not the best person I could be, not the best wife, mum, grandma, friend, sister but I try I know my faults. Let me guide you to a wonderful soul Sue Vincent. A beautiful person full of love and honesty.

© SueVincent

New Year?

New Year? 

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Life is like a merry go round you swirl right up then you plummet back down. The minutes tick tock and the horses  prance and life goes on like a magic dance. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

Look at the puppet who is she, is she the doll or is the doll me? Or am I the puppet master I do not know which is which as I spin and dance faster and fall into a ditch..

The minutes disappear as the hours fly by, days turn to weeks then months as the year flies. Suddenly we find ourselves at the very last tick, time has run out and the candle is at the end of it’s wick. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

Looking out to the horizon it cannot be seen as it slowly advances  like a killing machine. Devouring all in it way, leaving wreckage behind I warned you did I not time is cruel and unkind. It ravages the landscape and dirties the towns it sours your looks, spoils your figure and turns smiles into frowns. If your not watching it plays tricks on you , it messes with your head and laughs at the things that you do. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

So once again we arrive at the edge of time what is the point, but for the dates, what is before us is no different to what is behind! What is the point of all this tadoo tomorrow is tomorrow what ever you do. The world should of stopped on December thirty first but we are still here so is the weather though I’m not sure about the sun. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

The world this New Years Eve is heavily in debt , there are wars a plenty, famine , disease and pain it will all be here tomorrow I bet. So lift up your glasses and be of good cheer what was plaguing you today, tomorrow ……….  it will still be all here. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

You may remember one new years eve  Death took a rest  when he met with the New Year and Hope he basked in their naive  presence for a while shared their feelings and they made him happy , not something he experiences every day, they made him smile. Then time moved on and circumstances changed and Hope and the New Year grew older and tired. Hope became Hopeless and the New Year became the Old, worn out, used, bitter and cold.

So light your fireworks drink your toast cling on to those you love the most. Wave good bye to the ageing year and bravely step forth into a brand New Year. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.Life is like a merry go round you swirl right up then you plummet back down. The minutes tick tock and the horses  prance and life goes on like a magic dance.Dance with the devil it’s the end of the year, another will be along soon so you’ve nothing to fear! Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

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Love is in Da Blog: BRAVE ENOUGH TO SAY.

Just Messing  Around  With  Bee said : Today I am trying myself again on another sensitive subject: Being  transgender.

Well I  did   transgender yesterday  so  I shall hae  to do yesterdays  prompt  today , so I shall tackle  the gay / lesbian subject today.

That  will teach  me to read  the prompt  more carefully.

Brave enough  to say.

How  can I tell her how I feel

Will she  believe  me  and take  my  feelings  as real.

This  really means  the world  to me

The  reason of  my  life  is  she.

 

We spend  hours  together  having  fun

I should hate  for  our friendship  to be undone

By  something  I need to say

Once  said it cannot  be taken away.

 

My body quakes  when she is  near

But  that  she will laugh, or worse hate me is what I fear.

I need to tell her  exactly  how I feel

I need to show her my  love is real.

 

Here she comes I must tell her  now

Or  I shall explode or  die I vow.

I take  the plunge  and  say the words I need to say.

Her pouting lips  smile and  say, I love  you too,sweet  girl in every way.

This  is  Just  fooling  around  with  Bee  Idea  for  a  February  daily  challenge! To  suit  her  spoilt  inner  child…. and  mine  come  to that so  here  we go! Hold on to your heart!  Join in  here 

 

The Letter

Dear all

I have I have  had to come to make two very hard decisions !

As you may or may not of known I was away for ten days. I did try to read your posts and “Like” and comment  but this was not easy and as it caused trouble with my partner I had to let things slide.

I have taken the decision, though I am not happy to have, to delete the back log of emails I had accrued. I did this  so that I can give you all my best attention now. I have limited time right now to use  the computer  so I have decided to try and catch up with what posts I can from the WordPress Reader.

My second decision is also very harsh and hard for me to do  but I am going to have to say I cannot accept anymore awards from you my fellow bloggers. The thing is my writing causes friction, so it it easier ( and I know most cowardly ) for me to write as when my partner is not here or at least  not to be writing for too long in the evenings or when he is around. I have loved receiving all the awards and have been very grateful and honoured with each one that has arrived in my mail  but they take up so much time and I really want to devote what time I have to my my poetry and prose.

I hope that you will all forgive me for taking these measures  but it is the only way I see to move forward , as my dear friend Wendell  has advised me to do.

Please remember I am so grateful to be part of this WordPress press family and that I love and value you all very much!

With love and hugs to you all

willow xxxxx

The Window to the Soul

The window to the soul , your eyes are the window to your soul.

My father always told me, look into peoples eyes

The truth will always be there, look carefully the answer will be whole.

The hand can distract , the mouth can  tell you lies

The truth will always be there, look deep and you will see

The love, the hate , the hopes, the need to kept or set free.

 

A  smile can be soft, and gentle a rush of gentle care

The eyes must mirror that smile for it to be true

If the eyes are not smiling then true feeling is not there

So if the whole face is not reacting there is nothing there for you.

ooo2

 

 

 

The window to the soul honest true and whole I believe my dad no truer words were ever told.

 

 

 

New Year

Life is like a merry go round you swirl right up then you plummet back down. The minutes tick tock and the horses  prance and life goes on like a magic dance. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

Look at the puppet who is she, is she the doll or is the doll me? Or am I the puppet master I do not know which is which as I spin and dance faster and fall into a ditch..

The minutes disappear as the hours fly by, days turn to weeks then months as the year flies. Suddenly we find ourselves at the very last tick, time has run out and the candle is at the end of it’s wick. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

Looking out to the horizon it cannot be seen as it slowly advances  like a killing machine. Devouring all in it way, leaving wreckage behind I warned you did I not time is cruel and unkind. It ravages the landscape and dirties the towns it sours your looks, spoils your figure and turns smiles into frowns. If your not watching it plays tricks on you , it messes with your head and laughs at the things that you do. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

So once again we arrive at the edge of time what is the point, but for the dates, what is before us is no different to what is behind! What is the point of all this tadoo tomorrow is tomorrow what ever you do. The world should of stopped on December twenty one  but we are still here so is the weather though I’m not sure about the sun. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

The world this New Years Eve is heavily in debt , there are wars a plenty, famine , disease and pain it will all be here tomorrow I bet. So lift up your glasses and be of good cheer what was plaguing you today, tomorrow ……….  it will still be all here. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

You may remember last new years eve  Death took a rest  when he met with the New Year and Hope he basked in their naive  presence for a while shared their feelings and they made him happy , not something he experiences every day, they made him smile. Then time moved on and circumstances changed and Hope and the New Year grew older and tired. Hope became Hopeless and the New Year became the Old, worn out, used, bitter and cold.

So light your fireworks drink your toast cling on to those you love the most. Wave good bye to the ageing year and bravely step forth into a brand New Year. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.Life is like a merry go round you swirl right up then you plummet back down. The minutes tick tock and the horses  prance and life goes on like a magic dance.Dance with the devil it’s the end of the year, another will be along soon so you’ve nothing to fear! Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

I picked you some Flowers

I picked for you some flowers I bought them to your door. I picked for you some flowers but your mummy said you were not here any more.

Where you had gone to she would not say ,when I asked where I could find you she brushed a tear away.

Why was your mummy crying why did she look so sad, so I forgot to give  her your flowers I do hope you won’t be mad.

I picked them by the stream where we are not meant to go, I did not ask my mummy for I knew she would say no!

I knew they took you to hospital we all saw the ambulance the other day, we all got so excited but then you see we did not think you’d stay……….. away.

I saw your dad out walking Kenyo yesterday I asked how you were and like your mummy he would not say.

Kenyo was not bouncing and your dad looked sad, I wish I had not spoke to him his sad eyes made me feel bad.

Every one misses you, well none as much as me. I am lonely as I have your empty seat at school right next to me.

I asked my mum would she take me to see you , I asked if I could bake a cake and bring that with us too.

She made lots of excuses as to why we could not go , and I got very angry because I wanted to!!  and I miss you so!

Mum said I am not to bother your mum and dad and that you would not be coming back. She would not tell why and that made me so very sad.

I asked why you had gone and why you’d not return. I was met with silence and sad looks which made me cry till my eyes burned.

I picked for you some flowers I bought them to your door. I picked for you some flowers but your mummy said you were not here any more.

Where you had gone to she would not say ,when I asked where I could find you she brushed a tear away.

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