Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 79: (VERVE) in the C rhyme line.

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Enthusiasm and delight
Mixes with Gaia’s perfect plan
The insects are a happy gang .
Some just crawl others take to flight.
Joy da vivre keeps them up all night.
This party is full of such verve
The bugs are on an upward curve.
Butterflies, spiders, ladybugs
All bouncing mad as if on drug.
Phychedelic bugs, high on lovre.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge.

One-Liner Wednesday – Aaaand…. Vampires.

Its galloping towards Halloween and so let’s look at some of my favourite guys!

“That’s often the way here with vampires. Quiet lives, active deaths.”

MATTHEW SCHOFIELD

“From the crypt, the greatest Halloween story ever told. And it was true”, McClatchy DC Bureau, October 31, 2016

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S ONE-LINER WEDNESDAY.

#TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 247, #SynonymsOnly

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Are you ready to choose some syllables to use in your poetry? Willow Willers  (pist’ that’s me 😃) from last month’s challenge chose the two words for this month:

Twilight & Hue.

© willowdot21

a dusky silver
somewhere between night and day
Shades of evening sway.

part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 379 BUG & Rumble.

there’s a place for all
honey bees and bugs so small
all start to Rumble
nature’s rough and busy tumble
there is no time to grumble

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE.

Song Lyrics Sunday. Celestial Bodies.

Jim Adams

This week Jim Adams has past the baton for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday theme to King Ben’s Grandma ! So what is the subject she has chosen? Heavenly Bodies, Planets, Moon, Sun, Stars.

Back in 1981, two years before our third and last child was born, I was busy working and bringing up the boys, hubby was away a lot and a big hit of the time was Star. I remember the song with affection, I sang it a lot and even now it often visits me in the guise of an ear worm!

Rock’n Roller the games you play
High flyer see your names in lights
Temporarily social suicide
Ohh don’t you tell me it’s roughAt the top you get the cream of the crop
Image seekers they’re unreal to real
This week breaker
Well next week who knows
Oh don’t you tell me it’s rough
Oh don’t you tell me it’s toughStar
That’s what they call you
How long you’ve waited to get where you are
Star
That’s what you wanted
This week hot shot.A video starRock’n Roller inventing in your head
You cracked it once and you can do it again
Who knows, who cares at where you’re coming from
Oh don’t you tell me it’s roughJust a loner out there on your own
Don’t let anyone get close or near
Imagine that. That you believe all you read
Oh don’t you tell me it’s rough
Oh don’t you tell me it’s toughStar
That’s what they call you
How long you’ve waited to get where you are
Star
That’s what you wanted
This week hot shot, a video starThey can build you up
And they can break you down
With just one word
I know they’re heavy
Now just how many
More like you are trying, (trying), trying, (trying)Star
That’s what they call you
How long you’ve waited to get where you are
Star
That’s what you wanted
This week hot shot, a video starStar
That’s what they call you
How long you’ve waited to get where you are
Star
That’s what you wanted
This week hot shot, a video starStar
Wohhohhoo
Star
Star
StarSource: Musixmatch

Pauline Matthews (born 6 March 1947), better known by her stage name Kiki Dee, is an English singer. Known for her blue-eyed soul vocals, she was the first female singer from the UK to sign with Motown’s Tamla. Perfect Timing is a 1981 album by British singer Kiki Dee. The album marked a brief comeback for the singer, led by the top 20 single “Star”. It was her only album on Ariola Records and reached No.47 on the UK album charts. The title track was also released, peaking at No.66. Two further singles were released; “Midnight Flyer” and “Loving You is Sweeter Than Ever” (a duet with Elton John). The album was produced by Pip Williams.

My dad taught me a lot about classical music, some of which I remember with great affection. One of these I remember with great affection was Gustav Holst’s The Planets. My favourite was Jupiter, the bringer of Joy.

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The PlanetsOp. 32, is a seven-movement orchestral suite by the English composer Gustav Holst, written between 1914 and 1917. In the last movement the orchestra is joined by a wordless female chorus. Each movement of the suite is named after a planet of the solar system and its supposed astrological character.

The premiere of The Planets was at the Queen’s Hall, London on 29 September 1918, conducted by Holst’s friend Adrian Boult before an invited audience of about 250 people. Three concerts at which movements from the suite were played were given in 1919 and early 1920. The first complete performance at a public concert was given at the Queen’s Hall on 15 November 1920 by the London Symphony Orchestra conducted by Albert Coates.

The innovative nature of Holst’s music caused some initial hostility among a minority of critics, but the suite quickly became and has remained popular, influential and widely performed. The composer conducted two recordings of the work, and it has been recorded at least 80 times subsequently by conductors, choirs and orchestras from the UK and internationally.

I also threw in a great rock/heavy metal version.

I always loved Donovan, so many hippy dippy memories come to life every time I hear his Scottish lilt! I can’t believe it was released in 1966 it sounds so much as if it should of come from a much earlier era say the 70s.

Sunshine Superman” is a song written and recorded by Scottish singer-songwriter Donovan. The “Sunshine Superman” single was released in the United States through Epic Records (Epic 5-10045) in July 1966, but due to a contractual dispute the United Kingdom release was delayed until December 1966, where it appeared on Donovan’s previous label, Pye Records (Pye 7N 17241). The “Sunshine Superman” single was backed with “The Trip” on both the United States and United Kingdom releases. It has been described as “[one of the] classics of the era”, and as “the quintessential bright summer sing along”.

Sunshine came softly through my a-window today
Could’ve tripped out easy a-but I’ve a-changed my ways
It’ll take time, I know it but in a while
You’re gonna be mine, I know it, we’ll do it in style
‘Cause I made my mind up you’re going to be mineI’ll tell you right now
Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find
Everybody’s hustlin’ just to have a little scene
When I say we’ll be cool I think that you know what I mean
We stood on a beach at sunset, do you remember when?
I know a beach where, baby, a-it never ends
When you’ve made your mind up forever to be mineHmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
I’ll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind
‘Cause I made my mind up you’re going to be mine
I’ll tell you right now
Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can findSuperman or Green Lantern ain’t got a-nothin’ on me
I can make like a turtle and dive for your pearls in the sea, yeah
A you-you-you can just sit there a-thinking on your velvet throne
‘Bout all the rainbows a-you can a-have for your own
When you’ve made your mind up forever to be mine
I’ll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind
When you’ve made your mind up forever to be mineI’ll pick up your hand
I’ll pick up your handSource: LyricFind.

R.E.M. what can I say ….. simply the best?

“Man On The Moon,” which appeared on R.E.M.’s eighth album, Automatic For The People, was a massive hit in 1992 and remains one of R.E.M.’s most popular tunes. It is the only entry in this list of songs about the Moon to deal with the conspiracy theories about the 1969 moon landing being faked. Mike Mills, who was credited as a co-writer of “Man On The Moon,” said that they had deliberately written about Andy Kaufman in the song because of odd theories that the comedian had faked his death. “He’s the perfect ghost to lead you through this tour of questioning things,” Mills said in 2018. “Did the Moon landing really happen? Is Elvis really dead? Kaufman was kind of an ephemeral figure at that point, so he was the perfect guy to tie all this stuff together as you journey through childhood and touchstones of life.”

HAPPY SUNDAY EVERYONE.💜☀️⭐🌙🌏🌕🪐🌠🌑

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS October 9, 2021 On Sunday!

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “lid.” Use it in the literal sense, use it in the metaphorical sense, use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

Keep a lid on it, means keep something quiet, don’t tell a soul, a secret. Blow your lid, get angry or annoyed. Blow the lid, let the secret out.
A lid is a top to a container, it can be for a box,tin,saucepan infact any type of container can have a lid.
Personally I think lids have legs, arms and eyes because I have many containers in my cupboards but most of the lids have disappeared? Where do these lids go? Is there a place where all lost lids are having a huge party?

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Pandora
What ever you do
They told her
To this be true
To us defer
Don’t lift the lid
Never let loose what’s hid
She didn’t listen
She needed to know.
They found the lid missing
It was her fault, she had to go.
All of the ills and pain and strife
Escaped and blighted all life.

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY.

Throwback Thursday #7 School Daze.

Throwback Thursday Memory Blog

Caution this is not a fun blog post but it’s a true one from my heart.

Maggie is our hostess this week as she alternates with Lauren for the Throwback Thursday/ I Remember When series. 
This week’s prompt is: School Memories – Take this prompt wherever it leads you. Here are some suggestions to consider.

Who was your favorite teacher? What about your worst? Were you a member of any clubs? Did you attend homecoming or the prom? What was your favorite subject? Were you the perfect student or a troublemaker? What clothes were in style when you were in school? How did you get to school? Bus, walk, drive? Any extracurricular activities? What did you do for lunch? Did you attend football games or other sports? Did you attend school when corporal punishment was applied? Have a school photo you wish to share?

I wrote this poem on abuse at school by piers and teachers, in 2012. It  is personal and I am not afraid to say so. My school days were among the worst days of my life. I was lucky in a way as there was no internet in my day, once I was home I was more or less safe.

It can be even worse these days as there is now cyber bullying so the poor victim cannot get away from it unless they cut themselves off completely from the modern appliances. In fact some people are Tolled after their death and so it is their family that carry on receiving the bullying.

It is abuse it should be stopped but the schools do not seem to be able to stop it !

It’s nothing less than abuse.

Rounded shoulders head hung down

Rounded shoulders head hung down why do they all make fun of me I am not a clown. Sitting in the row spiteful girls stick their pens in my legs. Teacher at the front she must never know, she wouldn’t help she treats me like dregs.

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Following me nearly home, calling me mean names,in the playground I always stand alone they don’t pick me for their games. Opening my desk finding it’s been trashed , my text book been drawn in and my favourite doll has been  smashed.

Mum tried her hardest but being the youngest of six my things did not get replaced they just got fixed. My plimsolls were the wrong colour they were black instead of white , I was hauled up on the stage, lectured in front of the school then had to stay on late that night. I just could not make it I could not win with staff and girls against me all I could do was just give in.

I met my boyfriend, and his friends did not like me because I spoke differently, I was from the posh school.  They though I was rich, I was not I was just like them it would of made no  difference if I’d let them know. When we  were out or at a party they were pleasant to my face but if my guy was not there and behind my back the things they said were just a disgrace. They joined the line of teachers and my piers it makes me wonder now how I stood it for all those years.

I am not saying I no friends, no that would not be true. I did have friends and they were good   but they were the very few. I always felt so ugly, too fat and too short and if anyone was nice to me I could not believe it. What do they want was my first thought.

Things got better when I started work I seemed to come out of my shell like a little butterfly I changed and put aside my days of living hell. They tell you, you don’t  realize that school days are the best days of your life , thank God I never listened or I would of ended mine with a knife.

Thank God I grew away from all the pain  but sometimes I see a face  hear a voice or a name and it all floods back again. I am older now and have all that I could ask for, family and friends but sometimes my calm deserts me and confidence takes flight,  fear and dark descends and I feel lost in the night. I ask the question now why children’s jibes and actions  can be so mean and cruel. The worse days of my life were my years at school. I cry each time I read or hear on the news how children can hurt each other IT NOTHING LESS THAN ABUSE.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 78: (SWEEP) in the B rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

image from pixabay.

Ear worm,

What is this torture I fear
Around the world for help I sweep
Driving me to madness I weep
This cacophony in my ear
Ramping my madness up a gear
It eats away my sanity
Please rescue me, help me be free
The music worm attacks my brain
Repeating, making mental pain
Oh! smite this ear worm, smite me!

This is part of Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt .

K.L. Caley’s #writephoto Tomb.

K.L.Caley

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a table tomb. Whilst a lot of the stonework is eroded, it is obvious this was quite an ornate tomb in its time.

The Tomb
The Tomb – Image by KL Caley

Morgana woke with a start, as the fog cleared a headache and a huge hangover took charge of her head! …. “why oh why” she asked herself did she always party so hard? Not bothering to wait for an answer from herself she stood up and surveyed the the collateral. Bodies, booze, and a few nasties she decided not to investigate too closely, she smiled and thought that was a good week, that was. Lighting a cigarette she found her heels and headed for the door.
It was getting cold outside, the year was heading down to winter, popping back in the door for a second Morgana helped herself to a coat and headed off up the road to where she’d left Merlin’s BMW.


Parking the car, worse for wear and dirty, she left it just below Merlin, still thoroughly stuck in the bricked up arch. Smiling sweetly as she past him she said, “not long Hun’ I just need to freshen up! “


Later after a very silent meal, Morgana could not resist teasing Merlin, “Oh! What’s your problem Hun, you looked so cute as a little naked green man” Smirking Morgana look Merlin right in the eye, she loved to see him squirm ! Merlin was not looking his swarve self and his face was pinched with anger! He tutted as she lit another cigarette, “Why do you do that he asked you know it’s a killer” Morgana laugh, “Hun, we are immortal I am just gonna do as I please”
“Okay” said Merlin “you can do just as you please but we are here for a purpose and we have another job! “
“You say we Merlin but why is it always me that has to jump and cope? ” Merlin smiled and touched her arm, “Morgana my dear you are simply the best and while I am being honest I do think I went a tad too far over the cream tea incident. Mind you the damage you have done to my beautiful BMV …” He broke off there and Morgana thought she could see a tear in his eye.
After finishing his wine Merlin continued, “Anyway Morgana, this trip needs both of us, so you will not be going alone! ” Morgana choked on her drink, “How, you always said you had to be here to control the Anomaly, how will we get back?” she spluttered. Merlin mumbled something, Morgana kicked him, “what? louder” Merlin looked out the window and repeated, “I LIED!” Morgan threw what was left of her wine in his face and stormed out.


The next morning found them dressed in medieval garb, walk through heavy mists in an ancient cemetery…. They approached an old table tomb, they stood at the head and waited. Merlin looked very handsome and imposing in his wizards cloak he was just about to compliment Morgana, but she lit up a cigarette and the moment was spoilt.
After a few minutes the Anomaly arrived , the two linked hands and took the leap. To any onlookers it would of appeared that this strangely attired couple disappeared into the tomb. The only evidence they had been there was Morgana’s dieing cigarette on the ground by the tomb.


This is part of K.L. Caley’s #writephoto.

Wordless Wednesday. Afternoon Tea for four .

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