Day 1 :Loveuary: The Lovers

The Lovers

Meet me at the station she said.

I will he replied, his mind in her bed.

Smothering a smile she shifted her legs

I need you honey, come he begs, begs.

 

Her feet tip tap along, in a hurry

He is off and out the office, scurry

Together in a lustful embrace

Hot breath in her ear, your place, place.

 

Difficult to walk when so aroused

Her nipples harden under her blouse

Rushing now they can’t wait, breathing

Touching, exciting , needing, needing.

 

Finally  behind the door once more

Clothes scattered hastily on the floor

Legs wide soon passions are sated

Time now back to their lives, hated, hated 

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This poem is for Ritu’s #Loveuary 

Ritu  of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.

My  poem, The lovers ,  is inspired by the statue at St Pancras  Station London

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Just Jot It January: Day 31 Detritus

Today is the final day of Just Jot It January brain child of LindaGHill‘s blog. I am a little sad I will miss the imputus of having to post. I have had a sinus and chest infection for 12 days now and having started antibiotics yesterday I have developed nasty side affects. Joint pains and weakness. So it is published or pass out! I am not moaning (well not too much) what I am saying I am duty bound to do Day 31 of #jusjojan.

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The Just Jot It January 31st prompt, brought to you by Lorraine of My Frilly Freudian Slip, is: “Detritus.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to Lorraine as well! Here’s her blog:  https://myfrillyfreudianslip.wordpress.com/
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Detritus: Acrostic Poem

Discarded and unwanted

Evicted from society not needed

Torn from comfort and home

Rent from parents left here alone

In fear they huddle, clinging

Together loneliness like pain stinging

Unloved, unwanted Detritus

Strewn upon life’s darker shore.

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #134 Blow&Please

Today Ronovanwrites has given us two potentially explosive words for our weekly Haiku Challenge. The prompts are Blow and Please.  

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Please blow me away
The feather asked the light breeze

Across the sea spray.

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The winter winds blow

Please he begged her keep me warm

They worked up a storm

Just Jot It January : Blue

This  day 30 of  Just Jot  It  January, the  brain child  of  the Lovely  LindaGHill .

The Just Jot It January 30th prompt, brought to you by John Holton of The Sound of One Hand Typing, is: “Blue.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to John as well! Here’s his blog:  https://thesoundofonehandtyping.wordpress.com/ .

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Just Jot It January:Day 29 History

Golden green and sun kissed blue a strange explosion of colours where the old meets new. Gentle whispers on breeze pass your ears and enchant the leaves. Reflecting sun from a long ago shield catches your eye from away across the field.

Cool shadows bless the narrow street that you now wonder  where before have so many feet. The tall towers look like skyscrapers from a distance they were homes, warehouse and last defence nothing left to chance.

The grapes and olives grow anew as for  centuries they have and do they notice the changing seasons as years progress and people follow life for many reasons. The paths that now horses trot along are the very same as were travelled in years bygone.

The view from the castle rampart  high is still the same as when surfs, lords and ladies passed by. Great battles on these hills were fought from medieval to world war 2 and all for nought. The castles and walled towns still stand  they live and breathe  past and future hand in hand.

The café’s, restaurants and the shops all fit into the ancient stone buildings and castle tops looking out at the same view that they always had and always will do. The modern women in their high heel shoes and haute couture  walking carefully on the cobbled floor of streets that have born dainty shoes and bare feet before.

Field of long stalks and drooping heads hung down the month before were seas of yellow. The sun flowers wearing their crown. Swaying and dancing in the enchanted breeze to catch the eye and the soul to please.

So when you visit town or village the walls all tell a story , they live and breathe this 21st century yet they do not forget their older glories. The houses and churches all have souls  who mingle with todays’ and share their goals.

Sunflower gold

This wondrous mix I have never seen in all my life or even in a dream. I love the colours and light , sun by day and moon at night.The streets and buildings team with life as always, they’ve  have seen love and grief joy and strife.

I hope one day my life will guide me back this way so in fields of gold under azure skies I will sway. I will watch the present and the past living  united. I pray God that lasts.

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This  is  my  post  for  Just Jot  It  January, from  LindaGHill‘s  blog.  I  believe  that  history  is  circular   and  nothing  is  new. What has  happened  before  is  lingering  on  in  the  now  and  always  will be.

The Just Jot It January 29th prompt, brought to you by KL Caley of new2writing, is: “History.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to KL as well! Here’s her blog: https://new2writing.wordpress.com/about-me/

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Song Lyric Sunday. The Sun

In 1964  the  Beatles  released  “I’ll follow  the  Sun” I was  then  11 years  old ingand  even  though  I  was a huge  Rolling Stones   fan  this  song stuck a  cord in  my  heart  and  always  will. On  my  darkest  days  you  can  often  find  me  sing  this  song!

THE BEATLES LYRICS

“I’ll Follow The Sun”

One day you’ll look to see I’ve gone
For tomorrow may rain, so I’ll follow the sun
Some day you’ll know I was the one
But tomorrow may rain, so I’ll follow the sun

And now the time has come
And so my love I must go
And though I lose a friend
In the end you will know, oooh

One day you’ll find that I have gone
But tomorrow may rain, so I’ll follow the sun

Yea, tomorrow may rain, so I’ll follow the sun
And now the time has come
And so my love I must go
And though I lose a friend
In the end you’ll know, oooh

One day you’ll find that I have gone
But tomorrow may rain, so I’ll follow the sun

Lyrics  from  A to  Z  Lyrics 
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In 1967 I  was  14years  old, I  was  going to  Top of  the Pop  when I  could, parents  and Homework permitting. I had  met  my  husband   and  and  in  three  more  years  I  would  be married, give  me  another  two years  and I  would  be  having  my  first son.

So  Traffic  and  Paper  Sun  always  makes  me  think of  sunny  day  that  were full of  fun…. well that is  what  the  music  brings  to  mind  ,  the  reality  was  nothing of  the  sort.

The  video  is  very odd  and has  nothing  to  do  with  the  song? But it is  interesting in  a  weird  way  and  it  shows  the  group  together  which is  rare  as  they  split  up  due  to  artistic  differences.

The  weather  here is  wet  damp  and  nasty, we had  a  bout of freezing  fog  and  frosty  ground , which  was better  than  the  horrible  weather  we have  now. I  am dreaming of  the  sun  and  feeling  better.

 

TRAFFIC LYRICS

“Paper Sun”

So you think your having good times
With the boy that you just met
Kicking sand from beach to beach
Your clothes all soaking wet
But if you look around and see
A shadow on the run
Don’t be too upset because its just a paper sun

Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun

In the room where you’ve been sleeping
All your clothes all thrown about
Cigarettes burn window sills
Your meter’s all run out
But then again its nothing
You just split when day is done
Pitching lips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun

Standing in the cool of my room
Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume
Too much sun will burn!

When you’re feeling tired and lonely
You see people going home
You can’t make the train fare
Or the six pence for the phone
And icicles your crying
From your cheek have just begun
Dont be sad, good times are had
Beneath the paper sun

Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand
A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand
The boy who had given you so much fun
Has left you so cold in the paper sun

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Then of  course  if  all else  fails  there  is  always  Mr  Blue  Sky  by  ELO Released in  1977 a  true  Happy  Classic!

Please enjoy  my  three Sun  offerings  and  my  trip  down  memory  lane . Goodness  knows  I  need  some  sun  now!!

These  songs  are  my  entry  for  Song Lyric  Sunday   provided  for us  by  the  fabulous Helen Espinosa  of  The  Life  One  Word At A Time.

Our theme for Song Lyric Sunday is to celebrate the sun.  You can interpret it any way you’d like through music, meaning you can even post a song that only has the word “sun” in it, or really any other way you can fathom.

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Just Jot It January: Stream Of Consciousness Saturday:Wood /Would

Today  is  now day 28 of JusJoJan post from  LindaGHill, so link back here and  combine it  with  Stream of Consciousness Saturday style. Here’s your prompt for this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Just Jot It January is: “wood/would.” Use one, use both, use them any way you would like. Have fun!

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“What WOULD  you  say  if  I sang out  of  tune  WOULD you  stand up  and  walk out on me.”

“So I lit a fire isn’t it good Norwegian WOOD”   Beatles  lyric’s  from  “A  little  help  from  my  friends” and “Norwegian   Wood”

English is  a  strange  language and  many    words  that  sound  the  same   have  completely  different  meanings… not  to  mention  spellings. Now  I  am not  going  to  mention  them all  as  time is  tight  and  the  prompt  only  calls  for  Wood/ Would  or  both.

Lets go to the wood

A picnic would  be so good

Teddies in the  wood.

Sunlight  through  the  trees

The  dawn chorous  fills  the  wood

Would  you join me please

 

 

 

 

Just Jot It January : Day 27 Incomplete

Today is day 27 of Just Jot it January  over at LindaGHill‘s blog.   So today  Linda said :The Just Jot It January 27th prompt, brought to you by Cyn of That Cynking Feeling is: “Incomplete.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to Cyn as well! Here’s her blog:  https://cynk.wordpress.com/about/ .

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Incomplete 

Not whole, unfinished

Like  the loved but unread book

Always incomplete

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You and me the team

No you, I’m incomplete

Apart there’s no dream

Thursday photo prompt #writephoto : Waiting

 

It  is  Thursday  again  and  Time  for  Sue Vincent’s  wp-1473955915710.jpg

Thursday photo prompt #writephoto  :  Waiting

Use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 1st February and link back to Sue Vincent’s post  here with a pingback. Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of this her post   on   her  page   here .

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Time  no longer  meant anything  to  Guy he was  too tired  to care . The  melt  down  he had  had  at  work  yesterday  was  the  very last  straw. He  had  thrown  his  laptop  at  the  wall stuck his  finger  up  at  an astonished  team leader and  walked out of  the office. Calling  over his  shoulder  any  problems in  the  States  don’t  bother to call me.

He had  got into  his  car and  driven  home ( he  still  felt  the huge  house in  the  county  where  his parents  lived  as  home . )  They  were  delighted  to  see  him,  they  always  were, he decided  not  to tell  them  how  he  felt just  yet. That  could   wait, he needed  rest.

Later  that  night  when  everyone  had  gone  to bed  he  sat  in his favourite  spot in  the  house. It  was in a  small alcove in  the  hall by  the  grandfather clock. As  a child  he had  hidden here  many times, it  was always  cosy  as  the  fire in  the  nearby  fireplace  was  never  allowed  to  go out.  The  view  was then  as it  was now  magical. The oldest  stair  case  in the  house in view  with  the  Black suit of armour  peeping  out  from behind  the  curve  of  the stairs.

Guy  found  himself  crying, silly  sod, he  thought  way  are  you  crying. It was the  job,  good  and  as well paid  as it  was it  did not  warrant  the  pressure it  put him under.  No  they  would  have  to  do  without him  for  a while  and if  they  couldn’t  then  so be it  they  could  bin him off.

 

Wiping  his  eyes  he  thought  back  to  when he  was  a child  and  the  game he  had  played . He  would  put  the  black  helmet under his  arm  (  it was far  too big  for him in  those days) Then  he  would  creep  up  the  stairs. He  thought  for  a second concentrating  on  his  memory. Slowly  it  came  back  to  him  there  was a beautiful  woman  at  the  top of  the stairs. She  had  always  told  him   that  she  would  wait  for him . One  day  he  would return  to her  as  a man, a knight in  shining armour.

Crazy, he  smiled to himself , everyone  had  played  along  saying  it  must  be  Lady  Olivivia. She had  been  betrothed  to  Sir Guy. He had been killed in  the Crusades his  armour  had  been  brought  home  by  his  Squire  and  had  ever  since  stood  were it  was  to  this  day.  Poor Oliviva  had  died  within weeks  of  the  Armour  returning. In  the  room at  the top of  the stairs and  all through  the  ages  between  then  and  now  she had  been up  there  waiting for  the  return of  her  love  Sir  Guy.

Guy sat quietly  remembering  the lady  he  was  sure  he  had  met  on  more  than  one  occasion in his  childhood, he  remembered  how  beautiful  and  how  kind  she  was  to him. Suddenly  he  new  what  to  do… he went  across to the suit  of  armour  and  put  it on ..to his  his surprise it  fitted  him  like a  glove.  Carefully  he  climbed  the  stairs, as  he  reached  the  room at  the  top of  the  stairs it  was  as he  remembered it. Warm  and  cosy  and  there  in the  chair  by  the  window  sat  Lady  Olivivia. Guy  she  said  with  a  smile, the  soft  candle  light  highlighted  her  beauty…. at  last  my  waiting is  over. As  she  stood  to greet  him  he  knew  that  here  with  her  is  where  he had  always  yearned  to be.

In  the  morning  Guy’s  parents  found  him  dead in th alcove  opposite  the  ancient  stair  case . The  verdict  was  suicide  but  the  truth is  that  Guy  and Olivivia   lived  happily  ever after.

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Just Jot It January : Extraordinary.

Today  is  day  26 of  Just  Jot It  January over  at  LindaGHill‘s Blog. OH!  Linda  is  back  now and  in charge until  the  end of  the  month  and  the  end  of  jusjojan.

The Just Jot It January 26th prompt, brought to you by Kelli of Forty, c’est Fantastique! is: “Extraordinary.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to Kelli as well! Here’s her blog:  https://fortyandfantastique.wordpress.com/ .

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Extraordinary

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Sunrise

Once in a life time

Together  they  saw  sunrise

Extraordinary

Man

He never wanted

To  be extraordinary

He was just born  so.

Nature 

Nature’s Beauty  blooms

It is extraordinary

Fairy white  mushrooms.

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