Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday Poetry Challenge #46. Use FORTUNE as your inspiration this week.

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I do not apologize for basing my Sijo this week on News story: Jan. 24, 2023, at 2:14 p.m. LONDON (Reuters) -British voluntary aid workers Chris Parry and Andrew Bagshaw were killed during an attempted humanitarian evacuation in eastern Ukraine, Parry’s family said on Tuesday, weeks after they were reported missing in the war-torn country.

THE FORTUNE OF WAR.

Caught up in the theatre of war, two heroes gave their lives for others.
Winter showed no pity, the enemy gives no quarter.
Four seasons witness atrocities, the miss fortune of war.

Part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Sijo.

One-Liner Wednesday & #JusJoJan the 25th, 2023 – How I know.

Today is the anniversary of the Birthday of Robert Burns.

“Man’s inhumanity to man makes countles thousands mourn” Robbie Burns. Still as reliant today as when he said it.

part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday and JusJoJan

When will it ever end?

Two poems I wrote almost a year ago, not thinking the war between the Ukraine and Russia would still be waging.

Painting:Title: Russian Dancers
Artist: Edgar Degas (French, Paris 1834–1917 Paris)
Date: 1899 via https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/

Russian Dancers

DON’T TRUST PUTIN

Whirl and stamp, heel, toe high
Stamp those boots, drown out lies.
Hear truth before it dies
Don’t trust Putin.

Mother Russia blushes
Her Boots are made to stamp
Ukraine caught in her clamp
Don’t trust Putin.

Don’t listen to the news
Open your eyes, look
The man’s an evil crook
Don’t trust Putin.

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painting by Franz Marc, killed at Verdun in 1916.

THE EASTERN WINDS

The washing hangs abandoned
In the Ukraine, blooded and singed
Cowering not from the wind but from the bombs .
It is tethered to a line, an invisible line
Everyone has forgotten and it stays Abandoned in the cold wind and snow.

It’s a symbol of the people
Made refugee
Hanging between life and death
Bombarded by those with no conscience
Empty promises of safe passage
Hanging on the invisible line
We must not dessert them.

© willowdot21.

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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

Lest we forget.

During  the  two  wars they also served who stayed behind.

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Remember the women left back home.

They made the ammunition for Tommy

Dangerous work,they died too it was not funny.

Women became officers of the law

Something never heard of before.

Nurses, drivers  even pilots for planes

Remember  them  we  will never  know  their  names

Someone had to give  the  farmers a hand

Remember   the men  were  at war  in a  foreign  land.

The members  of  the ” fairer  sex ”

Drove  the  buses, trains  and  lorries

Kept  all essential job going , however  complex

They  also  fed  the family  and kept  the Home Fires  Burning

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All images  from  Google Images  women  at  war  ww1 and  ww2

Those Bright Young Things.

We sent them off to war,

These bright young men

We had no knowledge what they saw,

They came home, bright young men no more .

Yes though brave they were no longer whole

Those that survived had no soul.

Many died, the lucky ones, death to them was kind.

Those who returned were faded in body and in mind.

Their loved ones at first relieved

Soon found they had much cause to grieve.

Though there, in body broken,

Their fears left unspoken

Their minds were left behind.

They went out whole, these bright young things.

They returned lost, holding on by gossimar strings

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They went full of pride for God and King

They ran head long into hell

On return they could not relinquish it’s spell.

So we had a nation of half men, half ghosts

Fearful, their heads still had them at their posts.

The trenches and the blasts of bombs, the smell of death

Clung to them and bled them dry, the whole in body, the blind of eye

The amputee, it was as if they had never left.

We sent them off to war,

These bright young men

We had no knowledge of what they saw,

They returned, bright young men no more.

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Paintings by William Rothenstein.

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The Red and the White.

Why

Argue

Both were brave

Each had their own

Principles to up

Hold. Neither less than bold.

One would carry a weapon

The other a stretcher, no gun

Both men died for their own beliefs

They were both lost and that loss brought much grief.

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Then there is the Purple Poppy in remembrance of all the animals who died in service during conflicts and serve with us still in modern conflicts.

They pulled the gun carriages until they dropped

They carried messages and they got shot.

They search out the unexploded mines

They save lives a thousand times.

Spare a thought for the horse, pigeon, donkey, dog and many more

Remember them, they all help us in times of war

K.L.Caley’s # writephoto: Tower.

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Here we are part two of the catch up on Morgarna and co!

For visually challenged writersthe fourth image shows a red tractor busy in the field.

For visually challenged writersthe fifth image shows a stone tower with an arched centre. Beyond the tower is a line of houses.

Farming – Image by KL Caley.

The sun was shining when Morgarna landed outside the cottage with a red door on the terraced street .
On the wall outside there was a plaque that read Castle Cottage… Hum? thought Morgarna, interesting name…I don’t see a castle. As she was standing contemplating what to do and why she was there she got a call from Merlin on the C.O.T.A.S. phone. “Hey Merls yes I am back not sure where or why but yes I’m home. That Leonardo is definitely not improving with age ….what, yes I have made sure he’s not smuggled any rogue technology back with him this time.
Yes babes , definitely I made double sure he had nothing secreted about him!” She ended with a wicked grin across her face.
Standing in the new lab Merlin smiled “Excellent we could do without having to clear up his mess every five minutes! Now let me guess, you are are standing outside a cottage with a red door and a blur plaque? “
“Yup Merls I am that, so what’s the problem?”
“It appears that there is one last rupture left in the continuium this one is not a dimension problem just a time error , should be a doddle for you to fix then you can come home, Gail’s been asking when you’re due back.”
“Okay Merls I see what’s what, give my love to Gail, by Merls someone is watching me. “


A young woman looked out of the door. She looked really scared and something about her suggested she was just not understanding what she was seeing. Morgarna was definitely getting the vibes of someone out of their time.
Putting the C.O.T.A.S. back in her bag Morgarna smiled and waved to her.
“Hi she said any chance I can come in? “
“Well certainly” said the young woman dressed like a farm labourer and sounding like someone out of a 1950s film .
Morgana followed her in The interior of the house was as neat and tidy as the outside. It was however rather dated …1940s she would have said if asked .
Following the woman into the kitchen she could not stop herself from smiling and saying “Wow this is very retro, very chic indeed”
“Chic? Retro? What do you mean?” Asked the woman who though still looking uneasy was a little afronted by Morgarna’s tone”
Note to self thought Morgarna let’s rein it in a tad this lady is not of this place.
Taking out her cigarettes Morgarna offered the woman one. ” Have a cigarette “
“My name is Joyce , would you like a cuppa…er…”
“Morgarna, I’m Morgarna and yes I’d love a cuppa in fact …have you got any biscuits I am starving “
“Morgarna that’s an unusual name are you American?”
“Me?” laughed Morgarna I am too old for that no I am not American. “
“Well you’re dressed very oddly, oddly enough to be one!” Joyce said folding her arms and looking at Morgarna.


The kettle started whistling making Morgarna jump. Joyce made the tea and they both sat at the kitchen table and drank it as they smoked their cigarettes.
“Are you sure you are not American?” Joyce asked again, “these cigarettes don’t look familiar.”
“Honestly, I am probably more English than you are young lady”
Joyce’s eyes flashed , “Don’t you young lady me ,you are not much older than I am”
Morgana looked out the back window and saw rolling farm land and in the distance a red tractor working in the fields. Thinking on her feet and crossing her fingers behind her back Morgarna took a leap of faith and asked Joyce. ” How long have you been a landgirl on this farm , and how long has there been a problem outside the front door. “
Looking a little taken aback Joyce replied, ” How do you know I am a landgirl? I have been here two months now.”
“Are there other girls here?” Morgarna asked.
“Yes there’s six of us here and we all have beds in the out houses it’s quite fun really!”
Morgarna suggested they go outside and meet the others and Joyce readily agreed… “But she added we need to go out the backdoor there’s something really wrong about the front….”


As they stepped into the yard, Morgarna could see it was a typical farmyard.
“What do you mean there’s a problem out the front?”asked Morgarna. Though in truth she could easily she the problem.
“Come on you’ll see what I mean,” Joyce called over shoulder as she led the way along the of the house. Immediately she could tell something was amiss . Not only was there nothing of the urban scene she had arrived at! The first thing she noticed was that the neighbouring houses had simply disappeared and the back of the little house was actually the back of a huge farm house!
Morgarna was just getting her head around what was happening when she heard voices from the cow shed …
“Joyce is lunch ready yet we are hungry. “
“Oh! Gosh!” Whispered Joyce “I was supposed to be getting lunch when everything went haywire and half the house went bang and I saw you outside in the street….that strange street that just isn’t there. ” Joyce looked like she was going to cry..
“What am I to do they will be really angry if lunch is not ready”
“What were you supposed to be doing for lunch… Tell me I will sort it, do they come in or do you take lunch out?”
“Soup and cheese and pickle sandwiches and they will expect to come in to have a break!” Joyce looked so worried that Morgarna hugged and said go and get the girls and by the time you get back here with them I will have lunch on the table…What about the farmer and his family?”
“They are at the Market today .” Joyce looked confused and worried…. How can you produce lunch in seconds ” Morgarna silenced her and said, ” go and get the others and you can all have lunch.” Joyce went to say more, but Morgarna pushed her towards the barn and said…”trust me! As soon as Joyce was out of sight she waved a hand stopping time, then walked into the kitchen and made a mountain of door step cheese and pickle sandwiches, the veg soup well? Let’s throw a viel over that in case Merlin is reading this….. suffice to say when the girls came back into the kitchen they were delighted to see a mountain of food on the table… including thick hot vegetable soup.One of the girls, a big eyed blonde with a cockney accent said, “Cricky Joyce you’ve excelled yourself this time , look girls she finally got the idea of decent sandwiches. ” They all laughed and slapped a smiling Joyce on the back. As they all say down they looked at Morgarna, “who are you” asked a mousey girl with glasses and a lovely smile.”Hi, I am Morgarna and I am from the American base up the road , I am distantly related to Joyce and when I heard she was here I popped in to see her! ” Joyce’s eyes widened …she opened her mouth, closed it and smiled at Morgarna, she mouthed Thank You. After lunch all the girls had to return to their jobs… Morgarna took Joyce to one side and said “I enjoyed meeting you all and I have to say you and every landgirl are doing a great job. Stay safe all of you. As Joyce went off to meet the others Morgarna got her time rife sweeper out of her bag and moved it around the whole yard…. She found it after about an hour and sealed it up she checked the house front and back and it was really and truly in the 1940s the land and time line was safe and as she looked across the fields she saw all the girls riding the tractor she waved and they waved back. The Anomaly appeared as she jumped she wiped all their memories of her visit and Joyce’s of the split in time!

K.L.Caley’s Cottage.

Morgarna landed back outside of the the cottage with the red door…. With a loud tut she fished her mobile out of her bag and rang Merlin. “I am back at the house again Merls I want a bath and a special meal I am tired!!”
“Babes trust me knock at the red door believe me you won’t regret it? Ask for Joyce, I’ll meet you after the next jump in the Beema”
With that he hung up!


Well there was nothing for it Morgarna walk up to the door of castle cottage and knocked. After a few minutes the door was opened by a familiar looking woman.
“Hello can I help you’ she asked with a smile.
“Hello I’m here to see Joyce, my name is Morgarna.”
“What, did you say Morgarna.. Mum has been telling us all week that you were coming….to be honest we thought you were a figment of her imagination… Really you’re really too young to have been a friend of her’s from the war.”
Morgarna smiled and waved a hand behind her back and whispered in Joyce’s daughter’s ear… “No I am not too young and you will think this is all perfectly normal” as she swept round her and into the room.


Sitting in a chair by the fire was a nintey six year old Joyce beaming at her. “Morgarna you came how lovely I am so pleased to see you….I know you made us all forget you but last week my memories of you returned and, I knew you come .”
Morgarna was delighted to see Joyce had survived the war . She sat down with Joyce and her daughter came in carrying a tray of doorstep cheese and pickle sandwiches and a pot of tea.
“Mum told me you needed cheese and pickle doorsteps and tea… She said not to attempt the soup as that was your magic…. whatever that means! “
Joyce’s daughter Diane left laughing and Morgarna and Joyce set in for a long catch up.
Eventually Morgarna left and so happy to hear all about Joyce , the other land girls, Joyce’s family and why they lived in Castle Cottage.


As Morgarna left late that evening the Anomaly was waiting for her and she jumped.
As she landed she saw , a stone tower with an arched centre. Beyond the tower is a line of houses. Then to her delight standing by a BMW waving like mad was Gail and Merlin….shouting “it’s your round!”

Tower – Image by KL Caley

this is part of K. L. Caley’s # writephoto Tower..

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #24. Use ADVERSITY as your inspiration this week.

The painting below is by Franz Marc, killed at Verdun in 1916. It put me in mind of the Ukrain, a country standing tall in adversity.

ADVERSITY

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Sijo Challenge

Bullies cower, smaller nations by oppression.
Raging in, all barrels blasting, no mercy, proving evil garners evil.
Yet the oppressed stood strong and for freedom. Strength in adversity.

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Song Lyric Sunday. April 10, 2022 – Army, Soldier, War .

Jim Adams

Its Sunday and time Jim Adams Song Lyric Sunday the theme is Army, Soldier, War and was picked by Di at pensitivity101. Great choice Di.

My first choice was Army Dreamers written and performed by Kate Bush. In 1980 I was mum to two boys number three was not born yet. I was busy looking after the boys, I was working as a cleaner as it fit in well with the boys . Kate Bush was my hero of the day.

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Army Dreamers” is a 1980 song, the third and final single to be released from the album Never for Ever, by Kate Bush. It was a UK top 20 hit in October 1980.

“Army Dreamers” was released on 22 September 1980 and peaked at number 16 in the UK Singles Chart. The song is about the effects of war and about a mother who grieves for her young adult son, who was killed on military manoeuvres. Saddened by his unnecessary death, she wrestles with her guilt over what she could have done to prevent it. The song is a waltz, which marks a change to Bush’s previous singles. The version on the original single release is longer than on the album release. This version fades; whereas the single release has a dead ending (the version of the single from The Single File, however, fades like the album release).

The single includes two B-sides, “Delius” and “Passing Through Air”. “Delius” is Bush’s tribute to English composer Frederick Delius. The subtitle, “Song of Summer“, comes from one of Delius’s works, and from a BBC film Bush saw about the composer’s life. Again, it’s of note that the album version is different in that the previous track “Babooshka” segues into it, whereas the single B-side version begins unobscured. “Passing Through Air” is one of Bush’s earliest works—originally recorded in 1973 at David Gilmour’s studio, a few weeks after her 15th birthday.

The reference in the lyrics to “BFPO” refers to “British Forces Post Office“, the postal system for the British armed forces, who deliver the message: “Our little army boy is coming home, from BFPO.”.

“Army Dreamers” was one of 68 songs considered inappropriate for airplay by the BBC during the first Gulf War.

The music video opens on a closeup of Kate Bush, dressed in dark green camouflage, holding a child. She blinks in synchronisation with the song’s sampled gun cocks. The camera pulls out and shows that Bush has a white-haired child on her lap. The child walks off and returns in military combat uniform, and during the first pre-chorus, as Bush responds to her bandmates’ comments, the child grows up into a 20-year-old. Bush and several soldiers (two of whom, Bush included, have “KT8” or “KTB” stencilled on the butt of their rifles: “KTB” was a monogram used by Bush early in her career) make their way through woodland, amid explosions. As the song progresses, Bush reaches out for the child soldier, but he disappears. Finally, Bush is blown up.

Bush has stated that this video is one of the few examples of her work that completely satisfies her:

For me that’s the closest that I’ve got to a little bit of film. And it was very pleasing for me to watch the ideas I’d thought of actually working beautifully. Watching it on the screen. It really was a treat, that one. I think that’s the first time ever with anything I’ve done I can actually sit back and say “I liked that”. That’s the only thing. Everything else I can sit there going “Oh look at that, that’s out of place”. So I’m very pleased with that one, artistically. Kate Bush. Info. Wiki

B.F.P.O.
Army dreamers
Mammy’s hero
B.F.P.O.
Mammy’s hero

Our little army boy
Is coming home from B.F.P.O.
I’ve a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate mammy’s hero
Mourning in the aerodrome
The weather warmer, he is colder
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier

But he didn’t have the money for a guitar
(What could he do?)
(Should have been a politician)
But he never had a proper education
(What could he do?)
(Should have been a father)
But he never even made it to his twenties
What a waste
Army dreamers
Oh, what a waste of
Army (army) dreamers (dreamers)

Tears o’er a tin box
Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn’t to know
Like a chicken with a fox
He couldn’t win the war with ego
Give the kid the pick of pips
And give him all your stripes and ribbons
Now he’s sitting in his hole
He might as well have buttons and bows

But he didn’t have the money for a guitar
(What could he do?)
(Should have been a politician)
But he never had a proper education
(What could he do?)
(Should have been a father)
But he never even made it to his twenties
What a waste
Army dreamers
Ooh, what a waste of
Army (army) dreamers (dreamers)
Ooh, what a waste of all them
Army (army) dreamers (dreamers)
Army (army) dreamers (dreamers)
Army (army) dreamers (dreamers), oh

B.F.P.O.
Army dreamers
Mammy’s hero
B.F.P.O.
Army dreamers
Mammy’s hero
B.F.P.O.
No hard heroes
Mammy’s hero
B.F.P.O.
Army dreamers
Mammy’s hero
B.F.P.O.

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Kate Bush

Army Dreamers lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.

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My brother was a Major in the army, he was also an RSM. Regimental Sargent Major. He retired as an RSM and was invited back into the army with a commission as a Major.

He was very upset kitting out ‘his boys’ for Afghanistan and Iraq with substandard gear, clothing and equipment not fit for purpose. He advised them to get as much gear as the could from the American troops out there.

Everybody’s Gone to War” is a song written and performed by London-born, Jersey-raised singer-songwriter Nerina Pallot. The song, an anti-war protest, was written during the early stages of the Iraq War in 2003 and was composed on bass guitar by Pallot.

Originally distributed as a promotional CD in 2004, the song was commercially issued as the third single from Pallot’s second album, Fires, on 22 May 2006, reaching number 14 on the UK Singles Chart the same month. The accompanying music video features Pallot and other shoppers engaging in a ‘food fight’ in a busy supermarket. Directed by Marc Klasfeld, it received heavy rotation on British music channels with many people praising the humorous setting despite depicting a darker message within.. info Wiki

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I’ve got a friend
He’s a pure bred killing machine.

He said he’s waited his whole damn life for this

I knew him well when he was 17, now he’s a man who’ll be dead by Christmas
And

So, everybody’s gone to war
But we don’t know what we’re fighting for,

Don’t tell me it’s a worthy
Cause no cause could be so worthy

If love is a drug I guess we’re all sober,
If hope is a song I guess it’s all over,
How to have faith when faith is a crime,
I don’t want to die

If God’s on our side then God is a joker,
Asleep on the job his children fall over,
Running out through the door and straight to the sky,
I don’t want to die.

For every man who wants to rule the world,
There’ll be a man who just wants to be free,
What do we learn but what should not be learned,
Too late to find the cure for this disease

So, everybody’s gone to war
But we don’t know what we’re fighting for,

If love is a drug I guess we’re all sober,
If hope is a song I guess it’s all over,
How to have faith when faith is a crime,
I don’t want to die

I, I-I, I

I, I-I, I
Don’t want to die

I-I don’t want to die

So, everybody’s gone to war
But we don’t know what we’re fighting for,

If love is a drug I guess we’re all sober,
If hope is a song I guess it’s all over,
How to have faith when faith is a crime,
I don’t want to die

I, I-I, I
I, I-I, I
Don’t want to die

I-I don’t want to die

I’ve got a friend, he’s a pure bred killing machine,
I think he might be dead by
Christmas.

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Nerina Pallot

Everybody’s Gone to War lyrics © BMG Rights Management.

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Emma Nadine Stevens (born 4 May 1986) is an English singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, based in GuildfordSurrey, England. She achieved mainstream success with her single “Riptide” from her first album Enchanted, which was featured as iTunes Single of the Week in October 2013 and had over 150,000 downloads. She describes her music as “sparkly folk pop”. Info Wiki

Keep the Home-Fires Burning (Till the Boys Come Home)” is a British patriotic First World War song composed in 1914 by Ivor Novello with words by Lena Guilbert Ford (whose middle name was sometimes printed as “Gilbert”).

The song was published first as “‘Till the Boys Come Home” on 8 October 1914 by Ascherberg, Hopwood and Crew Ltd. in London. A new edition was printed in 1915 with the name “Keep the Home-Fires Burning”. The song became very popular in the United Kingdom during the war, along with “It’s a Long Way to Tipperary“.[citation needed]

James F. Harrison recorded “Keep the Home-Fires Burning” in 1915, as did Stanley Kirkby in 1916. Another popular recording was sung by tenor John McCormack in 1917, who was also the first to record “It’s a Long Way to Tipperary” in 1914. (See External links below to hear these recordings of “Keep the Home-Fires Burning”.) Other versions include one by Frederick J. Wheeler and one by the duet Reed Miller & Frederick Wheeler.

There is a misconception that Ivor Novello’s mother wrote the lyrics for the song (propagated—for example—by patter in recorded performances of British musical comedy duo Hinge and Bracket) but Lena Ford (an American) was a friend and collaborator of Novello, not a blood relation.

The opening of the melody bears a resemblance to Gustav Holst’s setting of the Christmas Carol “In the Bleak Midwinter“. Info Wiki.

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They were summoned from the hillside
They were called in from the glen,
And the country found them ready
At the stirring call for men.
Let no tears add to their hardships
As the soldiers pass along,
And although your heart is breaking
Make it sing this cheery song

Keep the Home Fires Burning,
While your hearts are yearning,
Though your lads are far away
They dream of home.
There’s a silver lining
Through the dark clouds shining,
Turn the dark cloud inside out
‘Til the boys come home.

Overseas there came a pleading,
“Help a nation in distress.”
And we gave our glorious laddies
Honour bade us do no less,
For no gallant son of freedom
To a tyrant’s yoke should bend,
And a noble heart must answer
To the sacred call of “Friend.”

Keep the Home Fires Burning,
While your hearts are yearning,
Though your lads are far away
They dream of home.
There’s a silver lining
Through the dark clouds shining,
Turn the dark cloud inside out
‘Til the boys come home.

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Ivor Novello / Lena Guilbert Ford

Keep the Home Fires Burning lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc..

Finally a tribute to the Ukraine’s valiant soldiers and people who are at War.

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 19, 2022

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

It’s Saturday and time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week Linda has said “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “comp.” Find a word that starts with or contains “comp” and use it in your post. Enjoy!”

© willowdot21

Compassion?

Comfort us in our hour of need
Open your eyes and ears, take heed
Mindfulness is needed in the world
Pain and grief like weapons hurled.
All the woes of this vale of tears
Sirens and bullets raise their fears
Sweet Jesus give them hope
In you we trust , help them cope.
Oh! the Horsemen love our pain.
Now they’re here they’ll not leave again. .

Listen to the truth and shame the devil.

This may be long but it is truly worth listening to.

The video is about Syria but looking at it is about Ukraine too! It is about every war!

I am crying for the world !

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A Dime of Time: Mostly 10 Minute Stories, Fiction and Memoirs

Therapy Bits

Living life with dissociative identity disorder and complex ptsd

LADY LEWIS

...what Lady A Lewis thinks about it...

No Facilities

Random thoughts, life lessons, hopes and dreams

pensitivity101

An onion has many layers. So have I!

theindieshe

The independent she who loves life

365 And Counting

there's plenty more where the first year came from

Ruth Blogs Here

Or not, depending on my mood

Expert In Managing Data Using Excel, Word, PDF

I am with 12 years of experience and ready to achieve any type of works such as, converting any form from JPG, PDF, ...etc into Excel,Word, PowerPoint and other editable forms, In addition to having a deep experience in inserting and managing data

The Art of M.

Life & The Artistic Creations of M. Snyder

France & Vincent

Writing Magic, Myth and Mystery

Sun in Gemini

SteveTanham - writing, mysticism, photography, poetry, friends

New2Writing

KL CALEY

Hot Dogs and Marmalade

Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).

Two on a Rant

Rants, humor, sarcasm, and a haiku-like substance? It's hard to know what's going to come out of our minds next.

Ivor.Plumber/Poet

An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart

Trent's World (the Blog)

Random Ramblings and Reviews from Trent P. McDonald

Shelley Wilson Author

Multi-Genre Author of YA Fantasy and Non-Fiction Self-Help

Marsha Ingrao - Always Write

Having fun blogging with friends

Caramel

Learner at Love

Chel Owens

A Wife, My Verse, and Every Little Thing

Mr. Ohh!'s Sideways View

For those of you who aren't me...and I've noticed a surprisingly large number of people who aren't.

The Small Dog

Life from the Tail End

USUAL MUTTWITS

DOG TAILS by ZoZo and Jools

kimbladeswriting

poetry and short stories