Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 111, “Celebrate & Number,” #SynonymsOnly

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s the Fairy Whisper’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. I know I am late , sorry.

A toast giving thanks

For surviving the first year

Four Centennials

Image from Pixabay

———–

The photo below is one I took.

Lets

Party

A bunch of

Years truly lived

A good life well used

Many experiences

To honour with happiness

Too vast to count. Bearing witness.

A life full to the brim with good things.

Do not be sad remember it with joy.

Thursday Photo Prompt:#writephoto Hidden.

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

Who

Knows what

Lies beneath

The calm waters

Of this placid stream

Unseen currents forging

Ahead into the unknown

Belying the calm of above

Just as in life we forge on swan like

Thrashing madly underneath, feigning calm.

Twittering Tales # 111 – 19 November 2018

This is my entry for Twittering Talesfrom Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding.

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By mh-grafik at pixabay.com

Ding ding dell.

“Someone stop those bells. I can’t think straight. This well is so deep. Hey, Puss are you okay.I can’t see you.
Who pushed you was it that Tommy Thin guy, he’s a nasty bloke! Don’t worry I am absailing down as we speak. Got ya! Come on your safe now. My name? It is Jonny Stout.”
(279 Characters)

RonovanWrites Weekly #Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #228 Future&Hope.

This is my entry for Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Seeing the future

Can we just hold on to hope

Things look very black

Mother Nature has lost hope

This earth can no longer cope.

Notes from a small dog: Ani’s Advent Calendar… an invitation

Ani wants some help 💜

via Notes from a small dog: Ani’s Advent Calendar… an invitation

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Unsilent Sunday

If you listen to nothing else today please listen to this !

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Song Lyric Sunday: Listen.

This week HelenVahdati has given us the #songlyricsunday prompt :Listen.

So thinking cap on !

I have chosen Tears for Fears Listen . From the Album Songs from the Big Chair

It’s not big on lyrics but it a beautifully haunting piece of music and I love it!

Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics

“Listen”

Mother Russia badly burned
Your children lick your wounds, your wounds

Pilgrim father sailed away
Found a brave new world, new world

Listen

(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)
Soothe my feeling
(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)

(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)
Soothe my feeling
(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)

(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)
I feel it, soothe my feeling
(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)
Soothe it, soothe it, soothe my feeling, now I feel it

(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)
Ooooh, just like I hope the people say, soothe my feeling

(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)
I feel it, hold me, take a look at my chance
(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)
Take a look at my mercy, take a look at my feeling

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.

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