It’s my turn to be host on Tanka Tuesday. My challenge is for you is : For your challenge this week, I would like you to create either a Shadorma Prose or an any type of prose, including a syllabic form. The subject or theme can be of your choosing.
I used a prose paragraph with an Abhanga this time.
Huddled by the fire I dream of the warmth of a couple of months ago. Even last week there was only need for a light jacket. The sudden drop of temperature has woken us all up to the fact that Winter may still be a month away yet Autumn 🍂 🍁 is a pafidious month! She is treacherous, not to be trusted. Beware the weak sun that holds no warmth.
Autumn avoiding facts Not meeting your glances Sneakily she dances. In rings
Good morning and welcome to Song Lyric Sunday. Jim Adams our indupitale and very gracious host has sent us this request.”This week the theme is to find a song that was released on an album titled Greatest Hits or Best Of. ” Thank you Jim for, as ever, organising and producing this prompt every week!
Now with a name like Alabama 3 you’d expect these guys to be from the US. Deep south even but no they are from Brixton London England. A great group introduced to me by my eldest son who’s a fan. ..Techo and garage / warehouse were his scene being a seventies child he discovered them early eighties. He has often been to see them in Brixton and lots of other places too. Now the word Hits is in the title of this Album and it does have a plethora of their best tracks so I am going with the Album Hits and Exit Wounds.
Here is a playlist !
Alabama 3 are a British musical group founded in Brixton, London, in 1995. Their track “Woke Up This Morning” was used for the opening credits of the TV series The Sopranos. In the United States, the band is known as A3, to avoid legal conflict with the country music band Alabama.
The band formed when Jake Black (born in Glasgow, Scotland; 27 April 1960 – 21 May 2019) met Rob Spragg (from Wales) at a rave in Peckham. They decided that a fusion of country music with acid house was a musical possibility. Other members of the band were added later: Nick Reynolds is the son of one of the Great Train Robbers; Rob Spragg was at university with Piers Marsh, the harmonica-player and synthesiser programmer for the band; while Orlando Harrison, the group’s keyboardist, used to live with Jake Black.
Forming initially under the name the First Presleyterian Church of Elvis the Divine (UK), and having been dismissed by the mainstream media as a novelty act, the group switched names to Alabama 3. As with their performances under the previous name, their sound fuses electronic pop with elements of country and blues styles. They signed with One Little Indian Records in 1997 for the release of their debut album, Exile on Coldharbour Lane. Every member of the group has an alias, the band’s founding members adopting the personas Larry Love (Rob Spragg) and The Very Reverend Dr. D. Wayne Love (Jake Black). Their second album, La Peste, featured bassist John “Segs” Jennings of the Ruts under the stage name Frank Zappatista.
In August 2007, the group toured under the name of Alabama 3: Acoustic and Unplugged, with Harpo Strangelove and Devlin Love, to promote new album M.O.R.. Bassist John “Segs” Jennings left the band, saying he was “busy elsewhere and [he doesn’t] have the time”. M.O.R. included a cover of Jerry Reed‘s 1970s hit “Amos Moses”, and features The Proclaimers on the track “Sweet Joy”. Having recorded and toured with the band in the early days, Aurora Dawn rejoined the band in 2009. Between late 2010 and early 2011, programmer, harmonicist and founding member Piers Marsh left the band.
Jake Black, a founding band member and songwriter, died of Addison’s disease on 21 May 2019, several days after falling ill during a show at Highest Point Festival in Lancashire. He was 59.
This is the Track I want to highlight.
Ain’t Goin’ To Goa”
Larry Love, do you remember when I came upon you in that place of suffering in the Valley of Darkness? I took away all your pain and put love in your cold, cold heart. And from that day forward told you to go out and spread my word through music, sweet, pretty, country-acid-house music. Well that day Larry, you not only joined my church, you embraced my whole philosophy, my whole way of life. Because remember little man, don’t you go to Goa
I believe I’m gonna shut down my chakra, shift Shiva off of my shelf Take down my tie-dyes, my Tibetan bells Cool down my karma with a can of O.P.T Ain’t no call for Casteneda in my Frontline library
‘Cause there’s one thing I know, Lord above I ain’t goin’a go I ain’t goin’a Goa Ain’t goin’a Goa now I ain’t goin’a Goa Ain’t goin’a Goa now
Yeah, people in the house
I ain’t dancing Trance, no thanks, no chance to t-t-tranquilise me I ain’t sipping no Smart Bar drinks, yo, that don’t satisfy me Dosing up my dharma with-a a drop of gasoline I ain’t down with Mr McKenna, tantric mantra talking don’t move me
‘Cause there’s one thing I know, Lord above I ain’t goin’a go I ain’t goin’a Goa Ain’t goin’a Goa now I ain’t goin’a Goa Ain’t goin’a Goa now
I don’t need no freaky-deaky fractal geometry, crystal silicone chip I ain’t walking ‘long lay-lines, reading no High Times, put me on another bad trip Ah well, Timothy Leary, just check out this theory, he sold acid for the FBI Well, he ain’t no website wonder, the guru just went under, you can keep your California sunshine
Yeah, I believe you D-Wayne
‘Cause the righteous truth is there ain’t nothing worse than some fool lying on some third-world beach in spandex psychedelic trousers smoking damn dope and pretending he getting consciousness expansion. I want consciousness expansion, I go to my local tabernacle and I sing!
I ain’t goin’a Goa Ain’t goin’a Goa now I ain’t goin’a Goa Ain’t goin’a Goa now I ain’t goin’a Goa Ain’t goin’a Goa now I ain’t goin’a Goa Ain’t goin’a Goa now
Writer(s): Robert Spragg, Simon Edwards, Jake Black, Piers Watson Marsh A to Z Lyrics
Pop! The sound of Rice Krispies, or punctured bubble wrap. Even Weasels apparently!
When we see something we love or that surprises or makes us happy our eyes and hearts pop too!
Pop that away means to put something away quickly and quietly! Pop also the sound of shelling s pea from it’s pod!
Little fact : the cute little girl in the advert is Patsy Kensit https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patsy_Kensit Who amongst other was married to Liam Gallagher… Until their marriage went Pop.
Party poppers those tiny bombs of puff and streamers go Pop. Fasters, zips and buttons go pop when they break! Of course Champagne bottles go Pop.
You can use Pop instead of go as in Pop to the loo, Pop to the shops, Pop out, Pop round.. The list is endless but I am getting boring so I shall Pop off now .
She is knocking at the window she is rattling the doors, she is finding tiny gaps and poking leaves through to dance upon your floor. She is picking leaves from branches and teaching then to dance she is really very good at this, see how they flow and prance. She is wearing lovely colours, golden yellows, greens and brown she is looking very luscious in her glorious flowing gown. She is busy persuading the flowers to cuddle in their beds.Whispering that her colder sister is on her way so they should hide their heads. She has convinced the grass that growing is really a pain so it is dancing happily as it can rest till spring when it will grow again. She is making lots of cocca for the creatures that hibernate and throwing then a pyjama party before it gets too late.She is checking on the tortoises convincing them that she knows best and sending all the spiders into the house she really is such a pest! She is painting wonderful sunsets not a brush stroke to be seen. She has such an eye for warm and flaming colours of the landscape she is Queen. She has waved goodbye to her sister the lovely Summer Sandy. They are very close you know, well in a family that’s handy. Her older sister yet to arrive is waiting in the wings that is why she is so busy now sorting out and preparing things. So she is knocking at the window she is rattling the doors, she is finding tiny gaps anywhere and poking leaves through to dance upon your floor.
Where is she Autumn Annie hides Red russett And golden She is hiden in full view Cloaked in golden hues
This week Colleen is our host for Tanka Tuesday. Here is what she has to say about her prompt. “This week, let’s take a break from all the stress in the world. For #TankaTuesday, choose a card (below) from the “Dream Your Joy Oracle Cards” by Judy Mastrangelo. Judy is an amazing artist. Her art is available for sale in numerous places on her website. Each card in this deck has a page in the guide book that includes a meditation. Visualization is a useful tool for creating poetry.
Look at each card and pick the one (or all) that speaks to you. You can write about the image or something in the image that grabs your attention. Let the card speak to you.
Please do NOT use the card titles or text on the card in your poem.”
I have chosen the card ‘Seaons of Enchantment.” And the form of Syllabic poetry I have chosen is an American Cinquain
Once young Bright eyed dreamy In light hues of purple Hair dressed by spring the earth was mine. Springtime
Flowers Supporting life Nurturing animals Flowers, fairies and unicorns Summer
Leaves fly I wrap myself In golds, brown and russets Igather my creatures to me Autumn
Water Frozen earth hard Some of my babies sleep My purple mantle turns pure white Winter.
An American Cinquain is a five-line poem, invented by Adelaide Crapsey, that follows a specific syllable pattern: 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, creating a diamond shape and often telling a small story with vivid imagery, similar to Japanese tanka. It’s unrhymed and focuses on conciseness, with lines describing the subject, actions, feelings, and a conclusion, making it a popular teaching tool.
Such a poignant moment at the festival of remembrance on Saturday Night. The children of soldiers who gave their lives in battle . Carrying the book of remembrance. Sam Ryder sang a song about parenting made all the more significant by the fact that these children had lost a parent to war. … Nothing can compensate for this but Sam sings that their lost ones are willing them on from beyond the grave.
Welcome to Monday’s Music Moves Me! This week’s theme is remembering our veterans with songs of inspiration, thanksgiving, and praise!
They lie not in that empty grave Beneath the foreign sod. They do not lie forgotten In that cold, and desolate Land of Nod.
Soldier Boy … Solider Boy, The trumpets blast, and blare; And wreaths are laid at the Cenotaph, To show … that we still care.
But … there’s a greater love than Man’s Who knows the price you paid. He spared you the indignity, And lifted you from that cold, cold grave.
He created a Great Celestial Shrine, And the moment it was done … With a gentle hand, placed the Valiant heart, Of each dear Mother’s son.
Soldier Boy … Solider Boy, Under Dutch blue skies, The gentle Breeze of Holland … Kiss your grave … as they pass by.
Written by Earl Doucette
I could not find anything about Earl Doucette apart from the fact that he was Canadian.
Monday’s Music Moves Me is sponsored by Marie, Cathy, Alana, and Stacy, so be sure and visit them, where you can also find the Linky for the other participants.
Slowly he walk through the field all around him lay the dead from both sides enemy and comrades alike. The sound of bullets,tracerfire, bombs and heavy artillery all around him. He could not take in what he saw…Death, desolation and destruction all around him. Just as he thought he was the only man standing he heard his friends calling him. “Over here Joe” he followed the sound and found his friends sharing tea and cigarettes with the foe? “What’s going on?” He asked wide eyed with rage. “Welcome lad” said an officer offering him a smoke and a cuppa…” You’ve done you bit, we all have “ Tired and exhausted Joe took the steaming mug and smoke and thanked the officer. Turning back to the battle field all the bodies and blood and gore where gone. In their stead was an ocean of poppies .
Welcome to my “Heartland Echoes,” where I aim to share my poems with the world, along with my survival story and autobiography of childhood abuse, motivational quotes, and much more. Through my words, I hope to inspire others to share their own stories and experiences. Each poem is a piece of my heart and soul, along with a story of a traumatic past, crafted with inspiration, Hope, faith, love and passion. I believe that by sharing our art and emotions, I’ll be able to connect with others on a deeper level and create a sense of community.
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