#TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 301, 1/3/23

Welcome to a new year of writing syllabic poetry. Please read the rules, updated for the new year,2023 HERE.

Back by popular demand, our first poetry challenge of 2023 from Colleen Chesebro is to write your poem by selecting synonyms for the two words below. Do not use the two words—synonyms only.

This week I have chosen to write a Tanka.

New & Experience.

A novel feeling
An encounter with nature
Never before felt
Completely out of the blue
To be one with the ocean.

It is so lovely to have you back Colleen, to feel the warmth of our poetic family once more, here’s to 2023.💜💜💜💜

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

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

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.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 415 DAY and New.

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Fresh start a new day
Another chance to succeed
God’s blessed second chance

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 3/2020

Shelley Krupa

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “new/old.” Use either or both of the words “new and old” any way you’d like. Bonus points for starting and ending with either one. Have fun!

News hit my email that made me sad. Though it was not other than my I might of expected yet I am railing against it. Nothing new, age old it’s the circle we all go through no one and nothing lives forever.

I tossed and turned and in my dreams I was lost on a journey on a train. Again nothing new about that, it seems I am forever lost. I awoke ever hour on the hour, same old scared feeling. Life goes on until it stops. None of this makes sense.

New Life brings new hope

Old nightmares retreat quietly

Souls never grow old.

******

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

Thursday photo prompt: New #writephoto

Standing in the golden glow of dawn they felt the true meaning of “A New Day” . They could see for miles from here, sadly there was nothing much left to see.

It looks just like the books showed it to be but not as colourful. The light though, they had never seen anything like it, nor had they felt this warmth upon their faces. They were glad of their eye protectors.

Those who had last walked free up here had been dead at least fifty years now. These two, Adam and Eve, were the first two chosen to walk the earth since the nuclear holocaust had excelorated the climate change. Making planet Earth inhabitable.

They had been tasked with the job of reconnaissence to find out if it was finally safe to emerge from underground. The first couple to walk the earth for two hundred years.

They sampled the water and tested it, they took geiger counter readings, and samples of the as many plants the could find. The amount of insects amazed them, there were so many.

They spent a week working. The night before their return they were so excited about being the bearers of good news. It was, at last safe for the masses to return above ground.

The next day they started the long journey home, they were looking forward to some fresh grown food and a rest from the light and the weather.

They were greeted by the elders and passed on their findings.

Eve unwittingly also passed on an invisible virus.

The virus was virulent it wiped out every single survivor within a month. Millions died no one survived, it started inocently with a sneeze. Soon all of the animals died too. The crops wasted and withered, only the insects survived.

#writephoto

This is part of Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto

2015

Hello  everyone  I have  missed  you all  and  I am not  really  back  yet! But I  really  want  to wish  you all  the  very  very  best  for  the  New Year!

❤     ❤             ❤       ❤

I miss  you  all and I  will be  back  soon!!

And now we stand on the brink of the New Year.

Exposed,open hearted, eyes wide hiding our fear.

Take that first step into no man’s land

Be brave and strong I am here at hand.

Who knows where tomorrow will take us.

Will it be joy or sorrow or will the monotony take us?

The leap of fate can for no one wait

So come lets fly before it is too late.

Happy New Year | Shah Rukh Khan | Arijit Singh | Shreya Ghoshal

ABBA

Rob Stewart

JusJoJan : New Dictionary

NEW DICTIONARY

IN REPLY  TO LINDAGHILL’S PROMPT.

 

Jousting : Not long arrived

Royalty  : A posh drink

Saloon    : Female mad person

Hopeless  : Proper use of crutches

Ruthless   : Open air house

Corpulent  : Money lent to the deceased.

Delivery     : ” Home boys” uniform

Hybrid        : Tall Bread

Sofa             : Up til  now

Complain      : Plane arrives.

Common       : Hurry up!

 

Post on your site, and join Just Jot it January. The rules are easy!

1. It’s never too late to join in, since the “Jot it” part of JusJoJan means that anything you jot down, anywhere (it doesn’t have to be a post) counts as a “Jot.” If it makes it to WordPress that day, great! If it waits a week to get from the sticky note to your screen, no problem!
2. If you write a JusJoJan post on your blog, you can ping it back to the above link to make sure everyone participating knows where to find it.
3. Write anything!
4. Have fun!

JusJoJan : Home made Home grown!

I have absolutely  no idea what  to blog  about  tonight

My  muse has fled left  me high  and dry  and that’s not  right!

Today  has been a very  busy one

We went  to  help  our daughter in law  and our  youngest  son.

A lovely house they  have bought  but there is so much  to do

As  my  dad always said many hands  make  light  work, and that is true!

The  work is all  very  nearly  done and it it looks a lot  like home

There is also a baby on the way , home  made  and home grown!

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Post on your site, and join Just Jot it January. The rules are easy!

1. It’s never too late to join in, since the “Jot it” part of JusJoJan means that anything you jot down, anywhere (it doesn’t have to be a post) counts as a “Jot.” If it makes it to WordPress that day, great! If it waits a week to get from the sticky note to your screen, no problem!
2. If you write a JusJoJan post on your blog, you can ping it back to the above link to make sure everyone participating knows where to find it.
3. Write anything!
4. Have fun!

EvDaDaDEC. Not a Bad Bloke

It is cold  and fresh outside and the lawns  a white and crisp and even

The sands of time are running out for the old year. It’s packed and ready for the leavin’

Christmas has been and gone with all of it’s bluster  and show and  we have left behind the feast of Stephen.

Sadness is hangin’ round suspended in these nowhere days, the new years’s on it’s way so why the grievin’

 

We all move slowly, zombie like ,betwixt and between the old and the new.

Doing  as we are bid shop, shop  get to the sales . You need something to do.

The past is stretched out lazily idly playing  with your head. Push it off Shooo!

Approaching fast  from the future the come the new bringing hope and all that  will ensue.

 

Greedily   stocking up are energy and hope full of ideas and readiness to cope.

Come  now shake off the lethargy of  the old stretch yawn , don’t mope!

You can’t  stop this anyway we are all on the precipice about to fall down the slippery slope

So embrace the old, give him a hug at least you know him. Raise a glass in farewell he’s not a bad bloke!

EvDaDaDec : Out with the old in with the New

Okay time  to pull myself up  by  my boot lace

Paint  the smile of make up on  my face

Out with the old in with the New

Sorry  dear friends  for casting  my worries on  you.

 

The old year  tired and worn  is slowly packing its bag.

Lets not detain it, it’s course is run.  Raise it’s cloak to ease  the drag.

The world is waiting  for the New Year , though why I am not sure

Nothing magical ever happen’s, nothing changes. Yet wait  here comes Hope a knocking at  the door.

 

 

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