18 Nov 2020 8 Comments
in inspiration, One liner Wednesday Tags: #1linerWeds, Hope, LindaGHill, Sick planet
”So many words veiling the truth the others turning and it’s time for us to choose and people will try to take you down too
But if I was a betting man, I’d put all my money on you so be the young, the brave, the powerful ’cause the world is standing waiting for someone to come and change it.”
10 Nov 2020 24 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Colleen's Tuesday Tanka, inspiration, Poems Tags: Future, gratitude, Hope, Imagine
This week, Kat Myrman, from Like Mercury Colliding, selected the words:
I have written about the world as it is today. I am asking nature to help my children and grandchildren, everyone else’s too. We would be so grateful if we could have a better world. I have used synonyms for the two prompt words as well as counting my syllables.
A
Life where
Thankfulness
Is not a dream
But reality.
Let’s make believe it’s true
No war,plague, famine or hate.
In my dreams I hear you saying
Is it too much to picture real peace.
I would really appreciate normal
22 Oct 2020 15 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, #writephoto, Autumn Tags: Beauty, Hope, Nature
Today is Thursday and if Sue Vincent was not fighting her own battle she would of set us her weekly #writephoto. So here is one I wrote back in November 2019 .
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a bay with clear, glassy water, reflecting blue sky and clouds. The bay is surrounded by green hills, one of which may be an island in the distance.
Glass.
What lies beneath the surface.
The reflection of Earth’s soul.
It draws you in, swallowing you whole.
The cloudy blue sky full of grace
Look deeper and you will see
The essence of you and me
See in the reflective glass
The beauty of your soul
Let Nature set your goal.
This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto
10 Oct 2020 22 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Poems, rant Tags: Hope, Wishing
An old poem reworked, a Tyburn , I wrote back in 2018.
image from Pixabay
Not
Not for want of trying, I
Have spread my wings,to learn to fly.
Not for want of doing right
I’ve raged and screamed against the night
Not only for myself
I’ve questioned the distribution of wealth .
Not for my grandchildren but also me
I tried to set the oppressed free
And scrape the plastic from the sea.
Not just on a whim
~~~~
08 Oct 2020 21 Comments
in inspiration, One liner Wednesday Tags: Caring, Hope, LindaGHill, Praying
I am too discombobulated to write yet today. Too busy being wings for a dear friend. Perhaps later words will come or perhaps not …. Tomorrow is another day.
This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
08 Sep 2020 70 Comments
in feeling unwell, humour, inspiration, Poems, rant Tags: Best Cancer, determination, Hope, Red shoes
These are my, can do shoes! My not going to listen to you shoes!
My get up and go shoes! My stamp on and kick the shit out of the blues, shoes!
My ain’t gonna be be put on by you shoes! My skipping and dancing in the moonlight shoes.
My walking the righteous path shoes! my who am I kidding shoes?
My kicking up a rumpus fetch me my compass shoes!
My who you looking at shoes, my cop an eye full of this shoes!
My ain’t behaving well shoes. My dancing on the ceiling enjoying every second shoes!
My in ya face, fall from grace shoes. My come and get me shoes,
My tiny winy skirt shoes! My delights are on offer shoes!
My need a thrill shoes, my ones and twos shoes!
My I am bored shoes, my I want it now shoes!
My singing in the rain shoes, my apple pie up in the sky shoes!
My tipping the scales my way shoes, my light a candle say a prayer shoes!
My uppdido shoes, my yabbadabbado shoes!
My who am I kidding shoes, my I wish I was not such a wooze shoes!
My when is it my turn shoes? My fingers burned all hopes spurned shoes!
My bridges burnt shoes, my lessons learnt shoes!
My on my own shoes, my without a home shoes! My nothing left to loose shoes!
These are my I can beat you shoes, my watch it! your days are numbered shoes.
My, we have your measure now shoes. My cut you out, kick you hard shoes,
My grind you into the floor shoes!!My laugh in your face shoes!!
My Cancer we will wipe you out shoes, My will without a doubt shoes!
MY WE ARE GONNA WIN SHOES!!!!
my red shoes.
My Red Shoes.
14 Aug 2020 12 Comments
in Depression, feeling unwell, humour, inspiration Tags: Hope
Di expresses the current situation so well 💜
30 Jun 2020 18 Comments
in #Fibbing Friday, #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, inspiration, Poems, Ronovanwrites Tags: Admiration, HAIKU, Hope, Intent, Nature, Thought
Rediscovering
Nature is my sole intent
All life here in thought
30 Apr 2020 7 Comments
in inspiration, One liner Wednesday Tags: #1linerWeds, Hope, inspiration, LindaGHill
There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for. J.R.R. Tolkien
J.R.R. Tolkien
04 Apr 2020 19 Comments
in #writephoto, inspiration Tags: Gia, God, Hope, Sue Vincent Thursday Photo Prompt, Together
This is my contribution to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Together.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows the sun painting a golden pathway across the sands and sea
All was silent and quiet no movement on the horizon. Just the golden path that lead from her feet to the setting sun. The waves gentle washed the beach shifting age old sands as it had always done. Looking left and right she saw just sea and beach, perfect she thought.
The warmth of the sun touched her, a feeling she had always enjoyed. Bending she scooped up some shells from the beach and marvelled at their beauty, their perfect shapes and gentle colours.
Peace filled her being this was how it was in the beginning, before they came, before they tried to kill her, and almost succeeded.
Smiling she thought of all the havoc they had reeked all the greed and mistakes. She had given them warnings and ultimatums finally for all their technology she had beaten them with a tiny invisible microbe. They had caused it, through greed and cruelty, to cross species and attack them. Now for all they thought they were they were gone.
Those few that survived? She had high hopes for them. Hopefully they had learnt their lesson well. They would learn to share her world.
A voice desturbed her thoughts, it was him, calling to her. Gia lifted her hands to the sky and walked towards the sun , gentle waves under feet. The gentle voice said “I thought only I could do that” Gia smiled as she went to meet the Maker. They smiled and said as one ” Perhaps they will get it right this time “
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