The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 17/18

This week for #SoCs Linda G.Hill has given us the words Roll and Role to use for Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

“Roll with it” from Oasis one of my favourite songs from the Gallagher brothers and their mates.

Not only is it a great song but it reminds me of my middle son and his mates. They were all born circa 1975, as were most of the bands that are known as the Brit Pops.

It’s a call to arms, to roll with the blows of life, to fight for what you want, not letting anyone get in your way. To be the best you can.

My lad used to go to as many Oasis concerts as he possibly could. In his Parker coat, hands clasped behind his back and the rolling dance they all used to do. ( Watch the video you will see the lead singer, arms clasped behind back doing the rolling dance)

It was like he and his mates were in the role of mini Oasis’s !

To finish with here is another Roll with it. This time from Stevie Winwood very much my era and someone I met.

I met Stevie and the rest of the group when he was with the Spenser Davis group, at Top of the Pops at the BBC’S Lime Grove Studios.

That was in my role as Rock Chick, Stevie was five years older than me… In those days it seemed like 30yrs older than me!

Memories.

This morning, like last night I find myself in a reflective mood. After a fitful night full of unsettling dreams I sit here in the early dark disturbed by what my dreams have touched on. In an attempt to clear my mind of these niggles I have written a Naani.

Image from Pixabay

Memories.

Memories fill my head

Faces living, faces dead

Some happy some sad

Life is full of good and bad.

Escape

I want to run, I want to hide. I want to skip through water and go down a slide.

I want to have fun. I don’t want to stay here where it is all so grown up.

I am tired of relationships its all too hard to bare.

I need to kick my shoes off and slide down the bannister watch the shocked reactions I really do not care.

Searching for the sun-light, reaching for the clear.

I no longer recognised it, does it still exist, is it still here.

I need to count the buttercups and make a daisy chain

It will make lovely decoration but will it dull the pain.

Perhaps I could find Teddy,I left him in the den he and I spent hours there do you think we could again.

I want muddy fingers and dirty fingernails

I want a stick to run along the rails.

I want Ossie and Jinglebells please could I go play with them in some hidden dells.

Could I not paint a picture of a house and a huge sun

Could we just have one game of blindman’s bluff it truly would be fun.

I need to find the exit please which way is the door. I have to get out of here and play five jacks on the floor.

It is too hot to cope in here, there is not enough air to breathe.

I need to go now I have to get out of here.

I really have to leave. I want to jump in puddles and splash around in shiny red boots.

I want to swing from branches and hide secrets in tree roots.

I need to feel the sea air on my face, to let it blow my hair around so I have to fight to keep it off my face.

Is that a window. I can make my escape anything would be better than these feelings I have to fake. I want to have a tea party with dolly , yes I do. I want to mix a cake and lick the bowl out too!

I need to get as far away from here and run as fast as can.

I want to have a crust of new baked bread and smother it with jam.

I need to find the breeze and watch the blossoms sway.

I want to smell it’s perfume and get so far away from all the heavy duties I have to bare today.

A final little jump now and I am on my way

I have to just get home now and then I shall be free to dance and play.

Thursday photo prompt: Shadows #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto, Shadows.

Thoughts of a Ghost.

Am I awake or is this dream

There is no colour, everything monochrome.
Shadows lengthen belying the scene.

I am cold and a long way from home.

I cannot move I cannot speak

My mind is confused and my is body weak .

The Bedlam of war is strangely hushed.

Am I here, dieing alone

I try to move I know I must

Around me the spirits of fallen friend and foe.

The detritus of war, we lie dead with nowhere to go.

Wordless Wednesday

One – Line Wednesday

Why does it always rain on me?

#1lineWeds.

This is brought to you care of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 110, “Pleasant &s Read,” #SynonymsOnly

This is my entry for Colleen Chesebro of The Fairy Whisper’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. This week my fast growing favourite form of poetry. The Etheree.

To

Imbibe

Of a book

Under a tree

Brings out such happy

And contented feelings

In me. Imagination

Running happy and free for me

Joyful pictures in my head I see

Comfortably I devour the words

Or

Infront

Of blazing

Flames, a drink in

Hand,devouring

Squiggles off of the page.

Brings such sweet enjoyment to

Me. I delight my mind running

Free. There are wonderful sights to see

Book in hand there’s no place I’d rather be.

Top image from Pixabay

Lower image from Pixabay.

Twittering Tales #110 – 13 November 2018

This is my entry for Kat Myrman‘s Twittering Tales.

By KleineKiwi at Pixabay.com

Bahaha!

“Who are ewe? new here?”

“We’re trinity.”

“Well you’re welcome to join our flock.”

“Thanks but we have heaven to run.”

“Why you here?”

“Aup! Ladies is this a new shepherd?”

“No I am said trinity. That’s lost boy Azriel.”

Gabriel was tearing his hair out to the sound of Satan’s laugh!
(278 Characters)

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All New Bloggers Bash LTD

Bloggers Bash News From Sacha our leader.

Hopefully, by now you’ve heard the news that The Annual Bloggers Bash has a new home. If you haven’t, then buckle up baby, I’m about to rock your world.

If you’ve never heard of the Bash, then let me enlighten you:

The Bloggers Bash is a social event for bloggers created by me. With the help of my amazing committee, Geoff, Hugh, Suzie, Helen, Graeme and Adam, its purpose is to bring together the blogging community and provide an opportunity for everyone to meet the friends they’ve made online.

And if you haven’t been, you’re missing out.

I can’t quite believe that what started as a quest to meet my strange computer-shaped bloggy buds, has bloomed into a half-decade old bash toddler. Guys, FIVE FREAKING YEARS. FIVE. Half a decade and we’re stronger than ever. Not only has The Annual Bloggers Bash become The Bloggers Bash Ltd, it now has it’s own website.

Now, I know that I need to keep the pretense up that I’m dead on the inside, but indulge me a moment, will you?

The bash has hit its fair share of bumps along the way, but we wouldn’t be here without you guys, and without the genuinely amazing committee.

Every member of the committee works exceptionally hard to create the bash each year, but I want to take a minute to specifically thank Graeme who has taken over the reins for chairing this year, and secondly Suzie who has spent weeks coding and programming the frankly stunning new website. It’s totally on brand, on color, on style, on everything point.

The need-to-knows:

For the old timers of you who are used to coming over here around feb/march and seeing the nomination and voting process roll out. This year, it will be run from the bash website itself. It’s time the bash has its own home and a professional front.

Without further ado, please go check out the new website

http://www.annualbloggersbash.com

SPEAKER ALERT

We’ve also secured our first speaker. I am so super excited for you all to hear Laura Creaven, creator of the hugely popular Full to the Brum blog. Laura will be sharing her blogging success story, answering questions and participating in a panel discussion during the event.

Tickets won’t go on sale until January 1st 2019, and the date of the Bash is 15th June 2019.

Don’t forget to join the Bloggers Bash Facebook grouphere.

RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #227 Truth&Honour

This is part of Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Dressed in truth I stand

The sword of honour in hand

My name is justice

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Image from Pixabay

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