Three things Challenge #356

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.
For those of you unfamiliar with the challenge, every day Di at pensitivity101 lists three things that may, or may not, be related.
The challenge is to simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you, using one, two or all three words in your post. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly.
You can use the 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC as a tag and the logo if you wish

Your three things today are:

HOST
FUN
TIME

“Tonight your host is Ca Rona, she is delighted you could all come. She hopes you will have fun. Laughing, dancing, singing, smooching and kissing are the order of the night.
Ca has prepared all the food and drink for you to enjoy , every morsel touched by her personally.
So what’s the saying? Oh! Yes, ‘eat drink and be merry for tomorrow you die’ maybe not tomorrow but soon. Time is running out for you all.
Yes of course you can leave any time , go home to your families, go to work, go shopping, give everyone Ca Rona’s greetings. Tomorrow there’s a beach party your all welcome. Times a ticking …so is CA Rona.

sadly we can only blame ourselves.

Two sides to every story your actions have consequences.

This sombre piece was bought to you courtesy of pensivity101’s Three things challenge.

Thursday photo prompt: Keep #writephoto.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the ruined tower of a castle, seen through the cross-shaped window of another tower.

The Keep

Nature needs not straight lines

It is only man who craves those confines.

Nature fills the sky with grey and blue

And the earth below with many a hue.

Man builds his dwelling with straight sides

Using what mother provides.

The shape of a cross in a ruin’s walls

Looks to a tower as it crumbles and falls.

Where once an archer stood

Shooting his arrows , true and good.

Now is empty and only cold winds blow

Nature blurs the lines bring beauty were she goes.

We will never know what secrets sleep

Hidden within the castle’s keep.

#writephoto

Just Jot it January and Stream of Consciousness Saturday. 11/1/20

Welcome to the Daily 2020 Just Jot it January Prompt and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt for SATURDAY, JANUARY 11TH! For those of you joining SoCS for the first time, it’s a little different than the other prompts in that it’s not always a whole word. Much may be left up to your discretion: this week is no exception. Having said that, if you’re joining in from JusJoJan, don’t want to write stream of consciousness style, no worries. It’s up to you! If you do want to try it, please check out the rules below. It’s fun! Here’s your Saturday prompt:

Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “the first 3 words of the first full sentence.” Okay, follow me here. This is what I want you to do: 1. Grab the closest book to you when you sit down to write your post. 2. Open it to a random page. 3. Locate the first complete sentence on that page. 4. Use the first three words of that sentence to start your post, then take it from there–write whatever comes to mind. That’s it! Have fun!

Here is the book I was reading.

Tangental

Image from Pixabay

The week goes by

My how time flies

Not a second to yourself

To sit upon the shelf

Worry about your health

Or plan to make your wealth .

Day in day out

There really is no doubt.

That time will never stop

There’s no need to be in a strop

Time keeps you on the hop!

#SoCs
#jusjojan

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #248 Serene&Scene

A ring of stones sleep

Serene are they in sweet dreams

Just part of the scene.

The secrets are kept

In this serene scene, all green

Gia’s blessings sleep.

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge Image 2016
These two Haiku are part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

COLLEEN’S 2019 WEEKLY TANKA TUESDAY POETRY CHALLENGE NO.121,SLOW & WORK, SYNONYMSONLY

WELCOME TO COLLEEN’S TANKA TUESDAY!

Sorry I am late Colleen I have had another mad day. Finally I managed a Tanka.

Time.

Time creeps up on us

A leisurely assassin,

Unrushed to pass us

Like a steadily pasted chore

Sloth speed, caught up in the toil.

Thursday photo prompt: Snowfall #writephoto

This is Sue Vincent‘s Thursday PhotoPrompt,

#writephoto.

Snowfall

The journey had been long and arduous. Travelling through time was wearing on the nerves. So much had changed around him and he had only been able to witness in silence.

So much had happened he’d felt warm and safety of the womb of mother earth. For the longest time he was settled until the great movement had churned up. He and those around him were awoken and cast out. They had lain where they had landed open to weather, wind rain sun and snow.

The animals came first they never caused trouble, occasionally rubbing up against him or sheltering from the sun. The plants also were a pleasure to live alongside. They had colour, they whispered gave shade kept him company. The gentle moss even covered him in green.

Then came the humans they were no trouble at first but they changed, became less animal like and more selfish and destructive. They had moved him him twice to use him as part of a circle. He was bigger then but later they had stolen parts of him to build castles and homes.

He was glad he could still talk to his other selves where ever they were it made him feel safe and whole.

He liked the snow it was soft and gentle. Not like the humans, demanding, waging wars, killing eachother. He had seen dreadful things , killing machines, some throwing bullets or flames. Death dropping out of the skies blood all around.

Not all the humans were bad though he has seen some be kind, even worship him or near him, make love hidden by him, sleep in his shade and even touch and talk to him.

He sighed “I suppose” he said to the tree next to him “I will just go on, I will miss you though”. The tree sighed too. He replied, “I will miss you too old friend but you were here before me, you will stay on.” Gentle letting the snow settle on his limbs the tree continued.”Our feathered friends have taken my seeds and spread me far and wide. So we may meet again, especially if you are moved again.”

The ancient stone looked up at the tree and replied. ” I cannot bear to see you killed, I have seen too many of your kind cut down. I will sleep and when I wake again I wonder what shall I find.” The tree bowed, “Goodbye friend I hope we meet again.”

—————

They came in the night, two humans, a small female and a taller male. They were wise in the old ways, the stone could tell. They touched him and asked his permission to stand in his shadow. They apologized that they could not stop the developers from moving him and chopping down the tree. They did not think it was progress. The stone assured them he would survive.

————–

In the morning the bulldozers came. They cut the tree down, the stone was asleep, deeply asleep so as not to see or hear his friend being killed. The snow fell.

Time passages.

Cold

And dark

November

Has now arrived

Nights rent assunder

Loud, bright pyrotechnics

Days short of light, nights coal black

North winds, morning frosts, leaves flying

We watch the old year slowly dieing

Time’s fast passage whips us on to winter.

Scary October 7

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!

Today’s poem is in Rhyming Couplets.

It’s Coming.

Mist rolls in from the sea

There’s something evil in there wanting to be free.

Swirling in atop the cliffs

Relentlessly moving it’s shape

It shifts.

+_+

There is menace all around

No save haven to be found.

Time is ticking on as the unholy approaches.

Things are on the move, spiders bats and roaches.

+_+

The witches are making ready to awake the dead

Vampires and Zombies are restless to be fed.

Things are making plan totally unseen.

We are on the countdown now towards Halloween.

+_+

Lune Day 28

At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.

So tired and so lost

There’s no rest

To win, at what cost.

Image from Pixabay

Song Lyric Sunday. 17/6/18.

Helen Vahdati said : Our theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is seconds/minutes/hours. Pick one or find a song that features all three!

You can find the Rules and Pingback Here

Firstly Snow Patrol and Chocolate with a very disturbing video about time !

Lyrics From A to Z lyrics

Chocolate”

This could be the very minute
I’m aware I’m alive
All these places feel like home

With a name I’d never chosen
I can make my first steps
As a child of 25

This is the straw, final straw in the
Roof of my mouth as I lie to you
Just because I’m sorry doesn’t mean
I didn’t enjoy it at the time

You’re the only thing that I love
It scares me more every day
On my knees I think clearer

Goodness knows I saw it coming
Or at least I’ll claim I did
But in truth I’m lost for words

What have I done it’s too late for that
What have I become truth is nothing yet
A simple mistake starts the hardest time
I promise I’ll do anything you ask…this time

Secondly 7 Seconds by Youssou N’Dour, Neneh Cherry,

Finally Clocks by Cold Play

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