The hospital bed
Hello my old friend
I was hoping I wouldn’t
See you again
—
The nurses are great
They work so hard
Those in power don’t notice
Until they’ve raised a placard
—
Someone mentioned patients
Can no longer get flowers
Days and nights merge as one
I count down the hours
—
I lay here hoping…
Waiting for the doctor to say
“You’re finally well enough
To be on your way.”
The ghosts and ghouls and goblins
Have been and had their play
It’s time for me to tidy up
Ready for another day
—
As I close the door behind them
And wish them all goodnight
Something creeps up behind me
And gives me an awful fright
Spent the day getting our home clean
As we’re having a party for Halloween
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We’ve grown our pumpkins on our plot
For the little ones to pick their lot
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We’ve got reapers, witches and the odd ghost
Ready to play the perfect hosts
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Tables filled with all things sweet
Waiting for those who trick or treat
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Hope you have the perfect day
And a little fun spookiness comes your way
Sometimes life gets busy
You just don’t find the time
To do all the things
That you had in mind
Making all the deadlines
Or making ends meet
Coming home from a day’s work
Feeling dead on your feet
But lighter loads do happen
Life will give you a break
Usually just as you think
There’s no more you can take
A problem shared is a problem halved
Or so the saying goes
So lean on those you hold close
You’re doing better than you know
āBe sure to wear green
āĀ Richelle E. Goodrich
on March seventeen,
or else Irish leprechauns
pinch your bones clean!ā
LƔ FhƩile PƔdraig sona duit!
Iāve got a touch of the Irish,
Just a little, on one side,
But itās something that Iām proud of,
I wear that mantle with pride
I get it from my Papa
He came from Donegal
I miss his cheery demeanour
We always had a ball
He always looked for sunshine
Even when the sky was grey
He always saw the good things
In every single day
https://alwayswrite.blog/2022/03/16/wqw-40-st-patricks-day-green/
Originally written for Marsha’s WQW – St Patrick’s Day/Green prompt
I was pleased to meet Einstein and learn of his story
He started as a patents clerk, before finding his glory
He published his General Theory of Relativity
But it took a solar eclipse to remove the science communities negativity,
Next I found Curie, and her lifeās situation
Poland limited females, with no access to higher education
Yet still she triumphed, graduating top of her class
Winning Two Nobel Prizes, Oh what a lass!
Then I met Tesla, what an interesting chap
Arrived in New York with just the clothes on his back
An alternating motor was his brilliant design
Despite Edisonās attempt to thwart this brilliant mind.
Benjamin Franklin ran away at just seventeen
With no formal education or financial means
His genius for business soon made him rich
Yet his passion for fellow man is what made him tick!
So how did I find all these geniuses indeed?
I went to the library and started to read.
Here you have access to the worldās greatest minds
Best of all, it wonāt cost you a dime!
āI hear people saying that football or rock ānā roll is the escape for the working class. I was always thinking, āNo, itās not ā the library is the escape.ā Thatās where the tunnel is. Youāve access to the great brains of the world and itās free.
Originally written in response to Writerās Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge (#WQWWC) hosted by Marsha Ingrao atĀ Always Right.
Education can be one of life’s greatest gifts. Yet, we all learn by different ways and means and a standard exam cannot capture one’s intelligence, drive or brilliance. In fact, hands-on training can often be much more meaningful to an employer. I think there is a place for both in society. Equally, I love a success story, especially from an underdog and history has so many wonderful examples.
Take Care.
KL
High upon the hillside, past the river and behind the trees.
Lies a forgotten house which no-one tends to see.
The old folk sometimes remember those who went before.
Yet the townsā folk find the old stories such a bore.
A young lady sets off adventuring on the land
Inspired by the folk tales told to her by her Gran
She comes across the house in the woods all alone
And peers through the doorway to check no-oneās home
āWho goes there?ā Bellows a voice from within the dark
She gulps rather loudly ignoring the thumping of her heart
āItās me Oliveā, her voice says in a squeak
āI thought no-one lived her, Iām sorry Iāll, leave.ā
Rather disappointed Olive turned around to leave
āCome in child, youāre here now, you might as well have tea.ā
Olive walked into the house thatās hidden in the wall
Finding herself facing an old woman 8 feet tall.
āMove Oscar out the way child and take a seat over thereā
Olive looked across the hovel spotting a black cat in a chair.
Oscar didnāt take to kindly from being shifted from his perch.
Olive was a bit unnerved when he hissed and swiped at her.
Olive smiled politely as the tea was served
The cake that went along with it was superb
Her belly now full and the sun beginning to set
Olive said goodbye to the old lady she had met.
You thought thereād be a twist in the tale is that about right?
That Olive would be gobbled up or given a real fright
I thought I would be kinder to this old woman living alone
Besides, I never told you if Olive made it home?….
I think I had way-way to much fun writing this! There was so many delightfully devilish options popping into my mind. I love this image, so intriguing. If you want to ive it a go too, head over to Sue’s PageĀ Thursday Photo Prompt ā MysteryĀ #writephotoĀ and join in the prompt.KL ā¤
Apparently it popped up on Facebook
That this was 6 years to the day
I donāt understand what the problem was
I kept myself busy that day
This wouldnāt really have happened
Had she not left me alone anyway
Apparently sheās got this work stuff
That means she canāt stay home and play
Each morning I get a nice long walk
Now that she’s learned her lesson
Iām much more lively than Millie
So you could say it was a blessing
I donāt need as much sleep
And need a lot more room to play
Now we have a new house
For me to roam in each day
I even have my own bedroom
But from the letterbox for some reason Iām banned
She didnāt want those bills anyway
Iām sure I was lending a hand
So 6 years together ā weāve made it
Iāve found my forever family
We may cause chaos together but
She wouldnāt change a thing about me
It is a Dog’s Life after all. –Ā Laddie š¾
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fearful Symmetry.”
Challenge: Pick a letter, any letter. Now, write a story, poem, or post in which every line starts with that letter.
I once took part
In a writing challenge
It really took some time
I couldnāt think of a letter to
Initiate each line
It was something of a dilemma
I pondered for some time
In the end I took the easy route
In mastering my lines
It was a selfish
Indulgence, for which I cannot lie
I cheated just a little bit
In choosing the letter
āIā
Walk with me
I get up and look around me
The sights seem the same
Or do they, what should I see
What’s the point of this game
Ā My feet start to walk
But I know these shoes do not fit
I wish you would just talk
And Iād help you get through it
I turn round the corner
And see a stranger come closer
I feel my world getting smaller
But they go by and my panic is over
Why am I feeling this?
What has gone wrong?
Is there something I have missed?
You were always so strong.
I continue forward
More cautious this time
Your burden I am carrying
It weighs onĀ my mind
We know we can make it
Weāve been through so much
Maybe not something this tragic
But enough is enough
The end is approaching
Your goal was achieved
Iāve walked this mile over
And now I believe
I know the answer
Iāve walked the mile
Iāve been in your shoes
And I know itās been vile
But now is the moment
Now you must choose
To open your heart
And let me help youā¦ get through
Ā
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