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Hey folks! Below lies my poetic response to the awful impact of the massive earthquake in Syria & Turkey currently playing out on our TV screens. 👇


The earth shook violently
Venting it’s anger
And buildings collapsed
Tumbling down
Like a deck of concrete cards
The poeple quake in fear
Scurrying; scrambling for safety
Only to be buried
Neath the piles of rubble
Rescuers digging them out
With their bare hands
For that’s all
Their resources allow.
Over 5,000 dead
With more expected
This natural disaster,
Wracking up fatalities
Faster than points
On a pinball machine
In countries already
Crippled & besieged
By war; hunger & disease
It scarcely seems natural
Or fair. All this loss
All this suffering
At the tectonic whim
Of earth’s fragile; shifting plates
And we look on
Maybe even a little upset
From our tablets; phones
And TV screens
At this tragic occurrence
That’ll barely measure
0.1 on the Richter scale
Of our daily lives.


Morning folks! Hope ye all had a lovely weekend! 🤞🙏😁 Welcome back to my weekly Blog Goals for the Week Ahead where I set out my blog schedule and creative goals for the coming week. So, without further ado.

First up today, after this blog of course, will be my 1st motivational running quote of the week followed by 3 more on Wednesday; Friday & Saturday morning. Hope they will inspire you all in some way. 🤞🙏🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️😁

Then tomorrow, I plan to publish 2 poems for ye’re enjoyment. The first one of which will be titled AFFECTIONATELY HEADSTRONG inspired by my youngest girl: Ava! 😁 This will be followed by my response to Sadje’s latest #WhatDoYouSee #WDYS Poetry Image Prompt. If you want to participate in the prompt then you can access it through the following link:

On Wednesday, I hope to publish another poem which will be written in response to d’Verse’s latest Quadrille Prompt.

Then on Thursday, I plan to recite the poem I wrote around this time last year titled LOVE IS… for my Throwback Thursday series of Poetry Readings which for the next 3 weeks is going to feature readings on the subject of love & loss. Then later in the day I’ll be posting my response to d’Verse’s latest Poetics Prompt

On Friday I hope to respond to some of the other prompts on here such as Moonwashed Weekly Prompt; Reena’s Xploration Challenge &/or WeaveWrittenWeekly over at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. And maybe return to my Poetry Quotes reflection blog?!

On Saturday, we’ll have one more poem for the Week which will be followed up by my regular Blog Recap on Sunday with links to all the blogs I posted during the previous week. Hope you enjoyed the read and come back next Monday for more of the same. 🤞🙏😁📖


The poem below is dedicated to & inspired by my oldest girl: Grace. Hope you all enjoy the read! 🤞🙏😁📖


She’s a sponge
She’s a light
A curious cat
Beacon in the night

She’s effervescent
A pure delight
Sparkling & carefree
Full of love & life

She’s a big heart
Wears it on her sleeve
Clever & whip smart
Like a summer breeze

A breath of fresh air
A human dynamo
Full of natural energy
Always on the go

She’s fully plugged in
To another source
Out of this world
An ethereal force

Of sensitive strength
A spirit that’s tough
An intuitive mind
That calls your bluff

She’s Rapunzel
She’s a princess
A mischief maker
Who likes to mess

She’s painting pictures
And building blocks
Melting our hearts
As she turns the key to unlock

The inner child in us
Inviting us out to play
To keep learning
Something new each day

She’s full of Grace
A gift from God
And beautifully odd

RAMBUNCTIOUS RHYMES; DYSFUNCTIONAL DEMANDS: Tanka Tuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge #305

For this week’s Tanka Tuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge Colleen has encouraged us to compose a freestyle/free verse or syllabic poem using at least 3 words from the list of 100 random generated words below. I chose rambunctious, dysfunctional & disturbed and the syllabic form of symatrelle as it’s served me well in the past! Hope ye enjoy the read! 🙏🤞😁📖


He is a little rambunctious

Some say, dysfunctional and disturbed
I pray, that he’s not too perturbed

Been without his father since the age of six
Has never settled because he doesn’t mix
Acts up so that they keep having to up sticks
And move. Certain problems that you can’t fix

His behaviour is now uncontrollable
His weary mother is inconsolable

He is a little rambunctious

Should you wish to participate in the prompt then you can access it through the following link: 👇👇👇

TIME FLIES: Reena’s Xploration Challenge #266

For this week’s Reena’s Xploration Challenge, Reena has given us some images on the concept of time as a source of creative inspiration for us. Below lies my contribution: 👇👇👇


Time flies
When you’re having fun
But still goes by
When you’re having none
The clock is ticking
While the earth is spinning
Around our glorious; smiling sun
Time heals
All wounds, they say
Have yet to see
How that really plays
The clock is ticking
While the earth is spinning
Around our glorious; smiling sun
Time is free
You can never lack
You can’t keep
It or get it back
The clock is ticking
While the earth is spinning
Around our glorious; smiling sun

Should you wish to participate in the prompt then you can access it through the following link: 👇👇👇

DIS-ARMING SEASIDE ERASURE: Sadje’s #WhatDoYouSee #WDYS Poetry Image Prompt #171

An image of; Not All There – The Enigmatic
Sculptures of Bruno Catalano

In his week’s prompt, for the visually challenged reader, Sadje has given us the image above which shows a sculpture of a man holding a bag. The statue is on waterside, and part of the statue is intentionally missing. Below lies my contribution: 👇👇👇 Hope that ye enjoy the read 🙏🤞😁📖


Walking alongside the water’s edge
I suddenly an urge to dive into the water
As I was weary from my day’s work
The evening sky was still blue
And swimming trunks in my bag
Then out of the blue
Bits of me began to disappear
As if the water
Had jumped up from the sea
And painted itself
onto my body & clothes
Rubbed them out.
Swallowed them up
Till all that was left
Was my legs and bag
I hadn’t the heart to go on
Nor any weight to carry
My hope was erased
The whole experience
Was dis-arming

Should you wish to participate in the prompt then you can access it through the following link below: 👇👇👇

APATHETIC MISTAKE: Sammi Scribbles Weekly Writing Prompt (Apathy)

For this week’s Sammi Scribbles Weekly Writing Prompt, Sammi has encouraged us to write a poem using the word: APATHY. Below lies my contribution:👇👇👇 Hope ye enjoy the read! 🤞🤞😁😁📖📖


Don’t mistake
My distant;
dreamlike state
For apathy
Don’t misjudge
My detached
Dreary drudg-
Ery. A trap you see
It might seem like
I couldn’t care less
Like I’ve become immune
And there less
In the moment
That’s not me

Should you wish to participate in the prompt then you can access it through the following link: 👇👇👇

RATHER GRAND d’Verse Poetics Prompt (Grandmothers)

Just before I get into this poem, I thought it’d be better to give you a bit of context. I’ve struggled with writing this one for some reason. Partly because of demands of my time & partly because I’ve never written about her at all which is unusual given how much of a profound influence my grandmother or Nana had on my life. She passed away at 99 years of age just a few short months after my dad Shuffled off this mortal coil. That death hit her hard as she’d been hanging on to life for what seemed like forever. But she seemed to give up the ghost after that. She was one tough lady and blunt too, didn’t suffer fools. We didn’t always see eye to eye but given we lived just up the road from her, I spent a lot of time there throughout my teens to 30’s. Sometimes willingly; sometimes grudgingly I must admit but ended up learning a lot from her. Apparently, according to a psychic; spiritual healer I went to shortly after, it turns out she was my spirit guide. If you knew how different we were you’d laugh too! 😁😂

For this d’Verse Poetics Prompt sarahsouthwest asked us to reflect on our grandmothers. My own Nana passed away 6 years ago January 5th, the day before her 99th birthday. Would have been 106 if she were still here! Below lies my rather rambling contribution to the prompt. Sincerely hope ye enjoy the read! 🤞🙏😊😁


They’re rather grand
Aren’t they?!
Mothers twice over
So they understand
Always in demand
My own Grandmother
(Or Nana as she was
Affectionately known)
Her affections
Not always shown.
My only grandparent
She was never bland
Bouncing on the lap
Of her husband
My grand-father
Before he passed away
When I was just one
She never talked much about him
That was left to my mum
She was larger than life
Glamorous yet tough
A bit of lippy
A bit of makeup
Abrasive too
Her words a little rough
Without her intending
Her words could cut you
Could hurt you
Hard to please
Felt like you couldn’t do enough
We were like chalk and cheese
Day and night
Saw the world
Through a different light
Questioned my direction
Yet thought me how to write
Standing over me as I did
My spellings at night
And for that
I am eternally grateful
Never hateful
A matriarch
In a patriarchal society
Insistent on propriety
Frugal with her pennies
She’d water down the paint
To make it last longer
Self sufficient & independent
Very little she couldn’t conquer
Driving her own car
Out to the dump
Till she couldn’t anymore
Till it had enough
She could play the piano
Sang in the choral society
Sat in her armchair by the stove
I sat at the table drinking some tea
After cutting the grass
Just her and me
Then the questions began
“Who was I going out with?”
“What do they do?
“Do I have a job yet?”
Everything to prove!
Not without her surprises though
Passing down
My grandfather’s GAA medals
And pocket watches so
They wouldn’t get lost
Sort of caught me off guard
(One of the first guards he became)
Holding that bit of history
In my hands.
With 15 other grand-children
I knew I’d no right to expect
Such a generous gift
Yet I couldn’t reject it
Not long after
Her health started to decline
And we began to refine
Our belief
That she’d always be around
That this mighty ship
Was about to come aground
“Raging against the dying of the light”
She continued to confound.
Hearing my dad passed though
Hit her hard
Her will gave in
God stamped her card
Her spirit released
In the nursing home
She finally rested in peace

Should you wish to participate in the prompt then you can access it through the following link: 👇👇👇

ICING ON THE CAKE: d’Verse Quadrille #168 (ICE)

This week Mish, over at d’Verse has encouraged us to write a Quadrille using the word ICE or a variation thereof. Quadrille’s comprise of no more or less than 44 words excluding the title. Below lies my contribution: 👇👇👇


Tried to start a conversation
But no dice
Till we reached dessert
Waitress spilt the ice
Cream in your lap
And you laughed
It broke the ice
The icing on the cake was
When your ice-cold heart melted
And you let me in.

Should you wish to participate in the prompt then you can access it through the following link: 👇👇👇

WOODLAND TIME TRAVEL: Sadje’s #WhatDoYouSee #WDYS Poetry Image Prompt #170

Image credit; Sylvian Sarrailh @ Digiartque

This week Sadje provides us with a digital art image (above) that shows a man standing in front of a square portal that shows a scene from another place. Stairs lead up to this portal. Below lies my contribution to the prompt: 👇👇👇


When they took me out into the woods
With the promise of another world
Dripping off their honeyed lips
A portal to another world
I didn’t believe them to begin with,
Laughing at the sheer incredulity of it
I’d been down the woods hundreds of times
On late night walks
And camping trips
I whispered to myself
“Get a grip”
And there’d been no portal.
Least none that any mere mortal
Could see
The woodlands had transformed
Taken on an animated form
Full of purple; greenish hues
With pink and violet too
Then, in front of me
Atop a series of stony steps
Lay something to behold
A giant cosmic portal
In the shape of a tablet
Bordered by twisting
Winding tree branches
Began to open, unfold
Revealing blue skies & green fields.
I stand in awe for a moment
To take it all in, to steel
Myself for whatever was to come
I should turn and run
But I was rooted to the spot
And couldn’t move.
Hypnotised by this
Strange; beautiful sight
Whirring; blinding
Or rewinding
Then it began
To pull me towards it!

Should you wish to participate in the prompt then you can access it through the following link: 👇👇👇

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