The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 31, 2022

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It’s Saturday and LindaGHill is here with our prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday.Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “new/knew.’” Use one, use both, use them any way you like. Bonus points if you use both. Enjoy!

Who Knew Noughts New.

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It was late, the year was done and leaving no doubt
Death was pushing the New Year in as Old Father Time was on his way out.

Everywhere plans were being made for beginnings shiny and new
Death and Old Father Time raised an eyebrow it was all rubbish, they knew.

Death knew he would spend his time as he did time and again
Just doing his job without complaint clearing up the fall out of mankind’s pain.

From the crashed car, to a bomb in a cafe or knife fight in the dark
A plane crash, train wreck, a war, climbing accident or tragedy in the park.

Old Father time had seen it all , in technicolour more than once before
He patted Death on the shoulder as he trudge towards the sunrise once more.

He slipped on spilt blood on the floor and stepped over miss chances
He knew them so well, he passed by the plotters and suicides ready for one way dances.

A cry from the pram made the old guys both jump,
Why did hope always arrive at this time of year, in this dump

The New Year was gurgling and burbling with joy, eyes bright on horizons new
Painting rosy lies across the world, closing it’s eyes to badness and feelings of blue.

No time for moping said old Father Time
Get on with your work Death all will be fine.
That shiny New Year there in the pram
Will be worn out and tired like us at the end of this year’s scam.

Death gave a wave of his scythe.
Old Father Time raised his hand in reply.
Both resigned to the fact that nothing was new.
This farce was their fate over and over they knew.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 19, 2022. Morning.

Hi everyone it’s time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday again. While she is having a pyjama day, watching snow and nursing her sore Covid booster arm we have our prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “morning.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

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Morning Greeting

Morning breaks with a crash
The earth awakes in a flash
What’s the story? morning glory.
Dry and warm or cold and haary
Greet the day with open arms
Drink morning tea the brew that calms.
Flora, forna and critters have survived
The night, all glad to be alive.
So we start another morning
Thankful for another dawning.

TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 298, 11/15/22 #Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

This challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by visual art or photographs. David provided the photo for this month’s challenge:

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I have chosen to do a Tanks, hopefully less words more meaning.

“Ukrainian Figurines” by Kirill Shevchenko (Groder) Image by Кирилл Шевченко from Pixabay

We stand together
United in heart and voice
Music lifts us up
Surrender is not a choice
We are a choir of hope

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #35. Use COPE as your inspiration this week.

We all espire to better and rise above the norm.
Like the sun chases the moon hoping to outrun the dawn .
Hope hides but won’t desert us, in that we trust, even when our plans turn to dust.

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY SIJO CHALLENGE

One-Liner Wednesday. Hope.

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“Another day dawn’s, I reach for a smile and hope and pray I will grow into it .”

© willowdot21

part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

#TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 251, #ShareYourDay

WELCOME TO #TANKATUESDAY!

Colleen asks us are you ready to try a new challenge? #ShareYourDay is a way to get to know each other better. Take a photo and write a syllabic poem about your day. Don’t think on it too hard. Make it fun.

For this challenge, write your poem in one of the forms defined on the cheat sheet OR from the forms found on Poetscollective.org.

I have chosen to try The Sijo, I hope it is an acceptable form. A Korean form believed to have first been used in the fourteenth century. It is similar in structure to various Japanese forms such as Haiku. As with many forms of poetry, the Sijo became a preferred poetry form of the yangban or ruling class as well as royalty. They were written in Chinese and were originally short songs set to music. The focus of the Sijo is usually nature and contemplation.

There are three Lines in the Sijo
14-16 syllables per line
A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.

My Sijo is a contemplation of those at war brought on by warmth and beauty in my kitchen. I was inspired by some of the flowers brought for me by our sons and grandsons on Mother’s Day.

Flowers in my Kitchen

Beautiful flowers in my kitchen, brightening my day.
Bringing hope and happiness on a dull and windy morning.
Safe in the heart of my home, I pray for peace for those at war.

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33 words
44 syllables.

This is part of Colleen’s Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday’s Poetry Challenge.

“Hello, world. I am Ukraine” – Mar 23, 2022 “

Jen has found a wonderful video about the Ukraine we all should watch it.

See here at Jen’s blog

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 389 DRIFT(s,ed) and Haven.

Ronovanwrite’s

light drifts through the blinds
moonlight or hosts of heaven
the earth can be saved.

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

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It is Saturday and time for LindaGHill’s weekly prompt.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “where.” Use it any way you’d like!

It’s twenty years today since 9/11, we can’t forget today or this week because the media will not let us. Sadly there have been so many incidents before and since, it never stops. There are people all over the world living with war and terrorism every day. We must never forget any of this and all that went on before 9/11 because if we do there is no hope. No we must not forget but we can’t stop there we must change, we must change.

Where.
Where in the world is there peace.
Where in the world do the oppressed get relief.
Where in the world is there no evil
Where do harsh words and deeds not spill
From the mouths of leaders who’s talk is cheap
They set the rules while others reap
Children die and parents weep.
Yet we have the answers in our reach
The wherewithal is here use it I beseech.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 10, 2021. Hope.

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It’s time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. It is Saturday and I am late posting this. Anyway Linda said:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “hope.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

Hope has been in short supply of late. But never let it be said that hope died, well actually I did once I even wrote about it here!
Well I hope you can forgive me I was rather depressed at the time.
Anyway, hope has been a tad thin on the ground of late, climate change, brexit, covid 19 and all her cousins! wild fires, hurricanes, tornadoes, floods and mad and bad politicians.
Somehow we have kept hope’s head above water, sometimes more than others.
Well I hope I am not boring you but they do say hope springs eternal…. not really sure about that but it’s something to hold on to . I am off now…I am not saying what my hopes are for today… You might be able to guess.. but I can neither deny or confirm. I do hope you have a good Sunday.

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Hope springs eternal
Only pessimists deny
Plying with fate infernal
Every optimists learns to fly

This is part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

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