Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 455 CAVE and Climb

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Image from Pixabay.

Out of the darkness
into the light we scale fear
caverns of despair.

© willowdot21.

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY HAIKU.

Song Lyric Sunday: Mind the Bins it’s Grunge!

Jim Adams

This week Jim Adams our host for Song Lyric Sunday has given us the promp Grunge Music.

Grunge (sometimes referred to as the Seattle sound) is an alternative rockgenre and subculture that emerged during the mid-1980s in the American Pacific Northwest state of Washington, particularly in Seattle and nearby towns. Grunge fuses elements of punk rock and heavy metal, but without punk’s structure and speed. The genre featured the distortedelectric guitar sound used in both genres, although some bands performed with more emphasis on one or the other. Like these genres, grunge typically uses electric guitar, bass guitar, drums and vocals. Grunge also incorporates influences from indie rock bands such as Sonic Youth. Lyrics are typically angst-filled and introspective, often addressing themes such as social alienation, self-doubt, abuse, neglect, betrayal, social and emotional isolation, addiction, psychological trauma and a desire for freedom. Information Wikipedia

Well I am going for UK Grunge with a band I like because they are forever evolving.

I chose Comedown by Bush. .

Gavin Rossdale wrote the song about an ex-girlfriend, stating, “It was written in the context of half regret, half celebration and just being objective about the situation of coming down from that high and dealing with those intense emotions.” In 2017 he added:

“I liked the idea of euphoria. But having that euphoria has a comedown. It’s inside your brain and just says, ‘I’m having the greatest time, and I don’t want to stop.’ But most of the time, people lose that zone and it changes and you’re like, ‘No, I didn’t want this.’ And that’s such a common feeling. I watched it being sung every night – it’s one of the songs where I can step back and let the people sing. It’s the best feeling in the world as a songwriter.”

Drummer Robin Goodridge told music publication Modern Drummer that the bass line and drum grooves in “Comedown” were borrowed from a song by English band Massive Attack.

Of the 12 songs featured on Sixteen Stone, “Comedown” was the first to be written, and remains unchanged lyrically from its original form

Bush are an English rock band formed in London in 1992. Their current lineup consists of lead vocalist and rhythm guitarist Gavin Rossdale, lead guitarist Chris Traynor, bassist Corey Britz, and drummer Nik Hughes.

Bush have been described as grunge, post-grunge, alternative rock, and hard rock. One of the first bands to be described as post-grunge, Bush were labeled almost pejoratively as such. Matt Diehl of Rolling Stone described Bush as “the most successful and shameless mimics of Nirvana’s music”. In the book Fargo Rock City: A Heavy Metal Odyssey in Rural North Dakota, Chuck Klosterman wrote, “Bush was a good band who just happened to signal the beginning of the end; ultimately, they would become the grunge Warrant”. In the book Accidental Revolution: The Story of Grunge, Kyle Anderson wrote about Bush’s album Sixteen Stone, writing:

“The twelve songs on Sixteen Stone sound exactly like what grunge is supposed to sound like, while the whole point of grunge was that it didn’t really sound like anything, including itself. Just consider how many different bands and styles of music have been shoved under the “grunge” header in this discography alone, and you realize that grunge is probably the most ill-defined genre of music in history.”

Bush have noted Nirvana’s music as a key influence in their work, but remained insistent that their style is original. Talking to The Morning Call in February 1996, lead guitarist Nigel Pulsford remarked “Nirvana was a big influence. They acted as a catalyst, put the guitar band back in vogue and inspired us to perform”. Of the similarities in the music of the two acts, Gavin Rossdale told Rolling Stone that he “hoped” there was an element of Nirvana in Bush but also that felt he “had [his] own thing”. In 2011, Rossdale proclaimed Pixies as “the most influential band” to him. In addition, members of Bush have cited artists including The Beatles,Big Black, David Bowie,Bob Dylan, PJ Harvey,Hole, Hüsker Dü, Jane’s Addiction, My Bloody Valentine, Led Zeppelin,Tom Petty, The_Replacements_(band), Sex Pistols, Smashing Pumpkins, Sonic Youth, Soul Asylum, Soundgarden, and Neil Young as influential or inspirational.

All information Wikipedia.

Love and hate, get it wrong
She cut me right back down to size
Sleep the day, let it fade
Who was there, take your place

No one knows, never will
Mostly me, but mostly you
What do you say, do you do
When it all comes down?

‘Cause I don’t want to come back down from this cloud
It’s taken me all this time to find out what I need again
I don’t want to come back down from this cloud
It’s taken me all this, all this time

There is no blame, only shame
When you beg, you just complain
More I come, more I try
All police are paranoid

So am I, so’s the future
So are you, be a creature
What do you say, do you do
When it all comes down?

‘Cause I don’t want to come back down from this cloud
It’s taken me all this time to find out what I need
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t want to come back down from this cloud
It’s taken me all this, all this time

Shoot up, shoot up
Shoot up, you’re high

Love and hate, get it wrong
She cut me right back down to size
Sleep the day, let it fade
Who was there to take your place?

No one knows, never will
Mostly me, but mostly you
What do you say, do ya do
When it all comes down?

‘Cause I don’t wanna come back down from this cloud
It’s taken me all this time to find out what I need
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t wanna come back down from this cloud
It’s taken me all this, all this time

Why did you, why did you, why did you, why did you
Why did you, why did you, why did you, why did you
Why did you
Come down?

I don’t wanna come back down from this cloud
This cloud, this cloud, this cloud, this cloud
This cloud, this cloud, this cloud, this cloud

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Gavin Rossdale

Comedown lyrics © Bmg Rights Management (uk) Ltd, Mad Dog Winston Music Ltd

Now to show their softer side here they are singing one of my favourite Fleetwood Mac songs…Stevie Nicks eat your heart out .

HAPPY SUNDAY EVERYONE 💜💜💜

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 25, 2023

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

LindaGHill is here with our prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday, she said”Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last thing you emptied.” Think of the last thing you emptied or something you empty often and use it as your prompt any way you like. Have fun!“

Well I do love a cup of coffee, sadly these days my my tummy cannot tolerate real coffee but I have discovered a decent instant that I enjoy. So something I empty often is a coffee cup. Like everyone else I am always emptying things like, washing machines, dishwashers, tumble dryers, dustbins, sinks ect ect. So rather than rambling on about that here’s a little story about Death… His job is emptying the world of its dead. This story is about how he emptied his cup, his skeleton and a Starbucks.

WHO EMPTIED STARBUCKS

Death was back in Starbucks again drinking coffee
he’d sent out invites but to the other three.
Like last time he had made his mark
He’d emptied the place those not dead sat stunned in the park
He finished his coffee, it was his second cup
Looked at the clock and decided his wait was up.
He knew his friends were tardy but enough was enough
He was busy collecting the dead and their stuff.
He rose from his seat and made for the door
Leaving a trail of black coffee on the floor.
“Damn coffee goes right to my feet” Off he stomped out into the street.
Pestilence,War and Famine were out having fun,
Too busy to join him, forgetting that he’s number one!
Behind him the cleaner followed with a mop
Turning he flashed a smile, the man fell with a plop!
Scooping him up as he went on his way mumbling to himself the start of another bloody day!
He did not need the others he was the boss,
Whatever they caused he picked up the loss.
So if you see him keep on his right side
Don’t offer him Columbian coffee you might hurt his pride!

© willowdot21.

Comfort – Tranquil Thursday #8

Source image by Hugo Kerr on Unsplash.

Maggie at from cave walls is off to Florida to spend a week with family and she’s been thinking about the things that bring us comfort. Maggie says, ” We draw comfort from various things whether it be an action, a person, a pet, a favorite food, or perhaps a piece of memorabilia.”

Luckily for us she has left some questions to answer on comfort.

How would you define comfort?

To be at peace with my lot. To have no fear or stress.

Within my own mind
Great peace I can find
Leaving all my troubles at the door
My comfort finds me as before.
Cosy and hidden from the world
I close my eyes and my dreams are unfurled.

© willowdot21

Under what circumstances do you seek and/or give comfort?

I give comfort when I can. Usually a phone call or what’s app often one of the lads will ring about ” nothing that really is something”.
Hubby and I comfort eachother often talking for hours…often I just listen an ear to hear or a shoulder to rest on can be of great comfort.

I often seek comfort in a friend or sister. As I said hubby is a great comforter too.

The sound of my father’s voice always brought me comfort. Is there a voice that beings you comfort?

My mother’s voice was always a great comfort over the phone… Or if I was lucky in person…. When I was young the sight of my mum was always a comfort my dad too so calm and calming always ready to talk or read to me.

© willowdot21

Do you have a favorite comfort food?

A jacket potato with baked beans and cheese…. treacle pudding and custard and stew and dumplings always remind me of home and family.

© willowdot21

What person, animal, place, or thing makes you feel comforted?

Our dog Ruby, always brings great comfort.

© willowdot21

My husband is always a great friend and stalwart.
My friend always there for me.. and I am for her too.
My grandsons when they hug me. My home .

© willowdot21

Music, writing and walking also bring me great comfort.

Three comforts © willowdot21

So my family and friends are my great comfort but there is one more thing that is a great comfort to me. That is Vlad my immortal Vampire Bear. He has traveled the world, been in hospital, weddings and been to bloggers bashes with me he’s a great source of comfort to me.

Vlad the dark side! © willowdot21.

Vampire the light side.© willowdot21.

Many years ago my sister returned from New York where she had been working . When she opened her case she found Vlad! There he sat master of all he surveyed,immortal and invincible he was laid in between the wash bag and the dirty laundry!!

Long story made short Vlad is an immortal Vampire Bear older than the universe and has traversed it may a time . For some reason never explained he moved in with us and since then our lives have never been the same. He has also moved in his best friend Grim, now he is not easy to ignore, tall guy about eight foot tall dressed in black hooded robe and carrying a scythe.

Well you all probably think I totally mad now but that’s my comfort zone!

K.L.Caley’s#writephoto. Desk.

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Last week we left Morgarna and Gail in a rather tight spot trying to deal with a giant chess set processed by a polagiest we need to get back and see what’s happening!

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The red chess pieces encircled Morgarna and Gail, the electrical buzz was louder than ever and the pieces grew even larger as they circled around Morgarna and Gail. The two women’s hands were so tightly entwined that they were white from lack of blood!
“Louder Gail! ” Morgarna hissed “take your cue from me, we have to make this work!”
As they chanted louder so the red chess pieces encircled them glaring at them, the buzzing grew to a creshendo and the blue chess figures started to fly around their heads…..this was all truly scary and even Morgarna felt rather threatened!
“Louder, Gail we must defeat them ” Morgarna shouted feeling her powers were being drained and her concentration was slipping.
Gail thankfully was getting her second wind and as her voice rose she felt so much power within her. Her eyes shone and she felt so empowered.
“Hold on Morgarna,” she said telepathically ” I have this and I have power enough to share.” With those words just leaving her mind she pushed what she saw as a bright white light towards Morgarna.
Morgarna’s eyes shot open a renewed power shone out of her!

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The noise and the buzzing were at their zenith and all the chess pieces were either encircling Gail and Morgarna or flying around randomly hitting off of walls and ceilings at ridiculous speeds
Suddenly the lights went out it was pitch black.The buzzing stopped and every chess piece, red or blue was stopped dead in its tracks .
Morgarna took a deep breath and with all her might shouted the exorcism rights commanding the polagiest to vacate this place. The buzzing started again, and the spinning started up again like a devilishly evil carousel. Morgarna and Gail raised their voices even more and as one they both lifted their left arms and pointed to a spot where the wall should of been.

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Slowly a chink of light appeared.and grew until it was a door of golden light. Slowly and making much fuss a huge stream of darkness was leaving all the chess pieces and forming a single entity above their heads the screaming and the buzzing was deafening, the blackness was fighting to escape the golden light which was now reaching out and engulfing the dark dragging it towards the door.
The struggle seemed to last an eternity all the while the girls chanted louder and louder then suddenly with a huge BANG! the dark was dragged kicking and screaming through the door which slammed shut then opened a little!

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Silence! Gail and Morgarna sat exhausted on the chess board surrounded by giant pieces laying at all angles. The buzzing had stopped and the lights were back on there was nothing moving…”peace” said Gail getting up and heading to the door, she just put her hand on the handle when Morgarna said, “not yet wait” reaching into her bag Morgarna pulled out Merlin’s E.R. standing up she scanned the room not forgetting the painting. The E.R. peeped loudly at the edge of the chess board Morgarna bent down and saw the blackness slithering towards her she looked across to Gail “are you wearing your locket or your crucifix today?”
“Both” replied Gail.
“Excellent give me the crucifix quick”
Gail handed Morgarna the chain and cross and she scooped up the blackness and flicked it through the door… She gave the room a final sweep the said to Gail, ” that’s it shut the door!
Gail did , as she took her crucifix back she noticed a blister on Morgan’s hand….”what’s that” she asked looking alarmed.
“Oh! that’s nothing really” smiled Morgarna I am slightly allergic to the crucifix. ” Winking as she spoke.

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After they had tided up the cellar they went back upstairs to have a cigarette and a drink or two at the bar. They met some interesting guys who bought them both more drinks… Morgarna was just about to suggest they got a room when the Anomaly arrived and much to Morgarna’s annoyance they jumped.

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The Desk– Image by KL Caley

Morgarna landed in what looked like a drawing room. It was late afternoon and the last rays of the day were streaming through the window. At one end of the room was an old fashioned mahogany writing desk and chairs. Papers were splayed on the desk and a jacket was slung over one of the chairs.
There was no sign of Gail she was on her own again! “What the …. Is that turd Merlin playing at now” she thought… another situation for her to sort, no warning, no information no back up…. suddenly Morgarna felt weary….. really she thought…as she sat down at the desk ….I don’t get weary. I need a cigarette!

THIS IS PART OF K.L.CALEY’S #writephoto: DESK.

Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday Poetry Challenge #54. Use RELIABLE as your inspiration this week.

©hotpinkwellintons © willowdot21

You can depend on me, always here for you through the nightmares
No need to worry I will be just one step behind you, your safety net
In the darkest hour I will be your light and your guide.

PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY SIJO CHALLENGE.

One-Liner Wednesday: P.C. gone mad!

Polictical correctness is changing our lives! The lastest madness is Mother’s Day will become Birth Person Day! What???

Photo by George Dolgikh @ Giftpundits.com on Pexels.com

The above will be a thing of the past! NOOOOOOOOO!

PART OF LINDAGHILL’S ONE LINER WEDNESDAY.

Wordless Wednesday: Early Morning.

PART OF HUGH’S WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

#TankaTuesday #Ekphrastic #Poetry Challenge No. 312

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY

SPRING is in the air! This #TankaTuesday challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by works of art.

💐 This week, using the painting as your inspiration, please write either a syllabic poetry form or a freestyle poem, including a syllabic form (both on the same post). 💐

FridayPainting: Claude Monet “The Artist’s Garden at Giverny” See the post over at Rebecca Budd’s blog Chasing Art

I have chosen to try a Diatelle this week is syllabic beat is 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1.

Peace

Light
Colours
My dream place
Where my mind’s ease
Lifts me, to gentle space
Perfume heady take my mind home
To a kinder time, happy and carefree
Pastel soft my mood lightens as memories flood
Murmurs in my ears, flowers in my hands
Time slips by like hourglass sand
I meld into this place
Remove the years
Grateful, tired
I find
Peace

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THIS IS PART OF COLLEEN CHESEBRO’S TUESDAY TANKA CHALLENGE

K.L.Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – Chess.

Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt! This week Morgarna and Gail have to return to sort out a poltogiest they missed while sorting thousands of souls caught in a Chandelier… What can I say shit happens!

Chess

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a red and blue chessboard with gigantic chess peices on it.

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Last week we left Morgarna and Gail in a rather tight spot trying to deal with a giant chess set processed by a polagiest we need to get back and see what’s happening!

Morgarna and Gail were sitting in the kitchen eating bacon sandwiches and drinking coffee when Merlin crashed in. “Ladies I have problems showing up back at the house we visited last week! I have some really strange readings emanating from there.” As Merlin finished speaking he pinched half a bacon sandwich from Morgarna’s plate.
“Oi! Put that back I was enjoying it” Morgarna shouted lashing out at him.
Looking her straight in the eye Merlin replied, “just looking out for your waistline babes you don’t want to spoil your figure do you?”
Gail’s eyes grew like saucers as she watched Morgan’s face …….”Oh! My ” she thought, ” that did not go down well!”
Morgarna took a sideswipe at Merlin as he ducked out of the kitchen.

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“Okay” Morgarna said as she entered the lab “what’s the problem with the house then?”
“Well it’s the painting”
Morgarna cut in there, wagging her finger. “We told you there was something odd about it ..did you listen, did you hell! Hang on didn’t you notice any problems on the E.R. I thought you checked the dining room out thoroughly? “
“I did Morgs but obviously whatever this is hid itself well.”
“Well it’s no good fussing about the whys and wherefores Merlin what’s the problem? “
Merlin bit his lip as Morgarna lit a cigarette and took a drag, then he carried on ” I think you should take Gail with you this time, it’s another spirit that we need to cross over and this time it’s a poltergeist so it could be tricky! “
Merlin called through to the kitchen and asked Gail to join them both.

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Later after they had discussed the matter and formed a plan Gail and Morgarna jumped back to the 1930s.
They arrived in the garden at about 6pm just as the light was fading. “Excellent timing the guests will be getting dressed for dinner and all the staff will be busy either preparing clothes or food”
They went into the house via one of the side doors and headed down to the cellar.
As they went further down the stairs the temperature dropped dramatically and they could hear a strange humming sound.
“What’s that noise? ” Asked Gail
“The electric metres ….poltogiests love electricity and feed off of it” Morgarna replied “they love water and lay lines too and I bet your bottom dollar there are all three hereabouts!” Morgarna replied lighting a cigarette.

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The cellar was absolutely freezing actually it was -4c so Morgarna reached into her bag and pulled out two heavy fur lined cloaks and handed one to Gail, who gratefully put it on . “How does that bag actually work?” asked Gail wide eyed.
Morgarna laughed, “Not unlike any hand bag really, stuff goes in, stuff comes out the only difference being…”
“Magic” interrupted Gail.
“No science” Laughed Morgarna. ” “Time and space displacement, not unlike the TARDIS in your beloved Dr Who”
“Wicked ” giggled Gail, “your bags a tardis can I have one? “
“No” replied Morgarna then she raised her hand to silence Gail, who was about to argue.

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As they entered the cellar Morgarna felt along the wall and found the light switch. She could hear the electric buzzing away so she gingerly flicked it on . They were greeted by the sight of a red and blue chessboard set on a wooden floor with gigantic matching chess pieces on it. The walls where of hewn stone and the small barred windows made the place look like a castle dungeon…. Which made Morgarna shudder.

“Morgarna, are you okay?” Gail was shaking her and looking very concerned. “Morgarna”
“Yes Gail , sorry I’m okay I was back in that dungeon where that alien entity tried to steal my powers….sorry I am okay now.” She lit another cigarette and leant against the wall. That’s when they noticed the painting turned in to face the wall showing only the back.
“There it is” said Gail … ” I can feel it’s pain, it’s seeping out and leeking into these chess pieces… Look they are moving around to face us… Morgarna we are surrounded! “

Chess.

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Morgarna and Gail stood back to back surrounded by the red chess pieces… The blue were just standing in their places murmuring Morgarna could just about make out what they were saying ” help us we are so tired , please let us go!”
Morgarna felt cold and hot all at once and then the chess board began to spin.
Gail and Morgarna linked fingers and began to chant Morgarna stubbed out her cigarette this was time to concentrate this spirit meant business!

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