Memories.

image from here.

Memories.

They  wriggle  and they giggle  and they run and hide

You know them all, you’re the one who put them inside.

They hint  and they suggest,  they rub around the edge

You have to keep them active for absence of them turns  your mind to veg.

They are beautiful  and ugly , huge and very small

They are  full of importance and yet  they have none at all.

Warm and soft  and fluffy , scary  , evil  and terrifying

Having  a birthday party or turbulence while flying.

Having  your  first baby  or your wedding day

But  when you have to remember them, they’ve often flown away 

Dancing with your first love  kissing him goodnight

Arguing  with your family  .. boy that was an almighty  fight !

Fighting off depression, facing down your fears

Memories dancing  and prancing, escaping  through your ears.

Your first teddy’s name was Jingles your first job was blast

If  you let  your  memories run  it’s like  a film with a giant cast!

You  need to keep it active  you cannot let it rest

For if you do not use it deserts you and that is not for the best.

Watch it  very  carefully be aware of the tricks it plays on  you

You must keep it buzzing or it will wonder off into the blue.

They  wriggle  and they giggle  and they run and hide

But  you know that they are in there, you’re the one who put them inside.

They hint  and they suggest,  they rub around the edge

You have to keep them active for absence of them turns  your mind to veg.

#TANKATUESDAY Weekly #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 244 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT

#TANKATUESDAY. This week it is Ekphrastic Tuesday.

Merril D. Smith selected the image this week. It’s a lithograph and you can read more about it HERE. Remember, we can see what’s in the image, so write your poem using the image as an inspiration. Don’t just describe what you see in the lithograph. Think about metaphor and allegory. Just remember to check what form you’re using. Some of the Japanese forms frown upon the use of metaphors. This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing, inspired by visual art.

I chose to do a Tanka this week, I really love this image, it’s very relivant to the world today .

Image Credit: https://libwww.freelibrary.org/digital/item/66272

death is so tired
exhausted by the burden.
no one here listens
he turns life’s timers around
drowning us all out of hand.

THIS IS PART OF COLLEEN’S TUESDAY WEEKLY.

Thinking of Sue Vincent.

Today would of been Sue Vincent’s birthday. Sue was a wonderful person, mother, mystic, friend, teacher. Generous in every sense of the word and many things to many people.

Sue would of been 63years young today, five years younger than me. I feel sad that fate and cancer cheated us of knowing her longer.

Two of Sue’s beautiful Midnight Haiku.

Lens at the ready use

Rainbow cows and peaceful seas

Awaiting capture

Reflections reflect

A vision of reality

The world in our eyes.

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Whether or not you knew Sue please visit her site it is still there here.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

It is Saturday and time for LindaGHill’s weekly prompt.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “where.” Use it any way you’d like!

It’s twenty years today since 9/11, we can’t forget today or this week because the media will not let us. Sadly there have been so many incidents before and since, it never stops. There are people all over the world living with war and terrorism every day. We must never forget any of this and all that went on before 9/11 because if we do there is no hope. No we must not forget but we can’t stop there we must change, we must change.

Where.
Where in the world is there peace.
Where in the world do the oppressed get relief.
Where in the world is there no evil
Where do harsh words and deeds not spill
From the mouths of leaders who’s talk is cheap
They set the rules while others reap
Children die and parents weep.
Yet we have the answers in our reach
The wherewithal is here use it I beseech.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 373 LINE and Toe.

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This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

a line drawn in sand
riffle butt and vicious toe
so much blood will flow.

The video below is about Lybia but it just as easily could be Afghanistan.

Post Cards.

Back in August 2014 Geoff at   TanGental  gave his page  over to the ‘Archaeologist,’ his brother, to do a guest post. The  post was called  “What happened next ?” It  is a beautiful post  about  a correspondence  between two young people on the eve of WW1 . The Archaeologist lays out  what  was said  in  a post card  from H  to Miss Parry Jones, he  then asks what  happens next. It is a wonderful post. Do go and read  the Archaeologist’s post and think about  what  might of happened to these two young people in that historic era.

Below is the reply  I sent to the post. I have fallen for  H and Miss Parry Jones  and here I want  to share my  story with you.

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image from here.

Miss Parry Jones loved the bones of H
They had one last chance to meet before their world would change.
Both would be thrown into the maelstrom of war, where every thing was strange.
He was for the trenches bound, though this he did not yet know
While she, Miss Parry Jones, her world turned upside down into a factory would go.
Young H would carry his gun, at first with pride. Before he, terrified, lost his youth.
Miss Parry Jones watched her fingers turn yellow from using TNT though she never knew the truth.

Miss Parry Jones loved the bones of H
In love they corresponded back and forth from Brighton to France
They both fought tiredness and hunger while fate led them a merry dance.
Their letters filled with their private code hid their love and fears
Both wept alone in the cold and dark and drank deep of bitter tears.
Mud and blood and noise finally took H’s mind
He got his ticket back to Blighty leaving the trench horrors behind.

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Miss Parry Jones loved the bones of H
She went to the munition factory for her shift every night
While H was being brought home a gibbering wreck, deaf and with no sight.
Miss Parry Jones knew her man was returning home, this filled her heart with joy.
God was looking elsewhere when she dropped a shell,her dying words where for H, her boy.
H loved the bones of Miss Parry Jones sadly that was all that he came home to.
He did recover in body though never in his mind. He lost his lovely girl.Their moments together too few.

Miss Parry Jones loved the bones of H.

The Dropped Stitch.

knitting redhead

Here I am the the odd one out , sitting here lost and lonely my mouth in a pout. I am the stitch that  from the needle fell, and flew off on my way down to hell.

Count the stitches one by one be careful now else you’ll count them all wrong.

Click click go the needles of strife knitting soft wool making up the pattern of life.

Knit one pearl one carry one over will this be a cardigan or a pullover? You cannot  hold on to the cable when it is full of slip stitch , I am telling you now,  you’ll not be able.

I am the stitch that life has dropped. Hopes and plans have all been stopped. It is futile to be angry the balloon has been popped.

I am the dropped stitch slipped from the needle fell through the hole lost my grip. Forgotten and forsaken a little lost soul.

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An old poem from 2011

Stream of Consciousness Saturday. 7/8/21

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

Your Friday prompt for stream of consciousness saturday is “wee.” Use the word “wee” or find a word that contains it and use it in your post. Have fun!

Wee.

In the wee small hours of the morning
Just before the dawning.
A teeny weeny mouse
Tippy toes around the house.
Mother’s up, the baby weening
The sun awakes beaming.
Wee mouse is ready for bed
Between the wood work to rest it’s head.
Baby rests but mother weeps
She’s so desparate for sleep .
So much to do so she washes up and sweeps.
And soaks the nappies full of wee.

Song Lyric Sunday: It’s not your fault!

Well it is Sunday and time again Jim Adams Song Lyric Sunday. This week July 18, 2021 – Breakup songs suggested by Janis of themomshiediaries.

There are so many break up songs and they are all brilliant. I am going for the first that came to mind Run Time from my very favourite singer songwriter Imogen Heap.

The video shows Immi out running and she’s singing about how a relationship has reached its sell by date!


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“Run-Time”

Sparks might fly, in no time.
It’s a delayed reaction of the third kind. (ooh)
I’m so ready for this.
Shrink-wrapped tones, I can face the music.
Stop matters bonding us way beyond
Our best by-days.

You know we’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, so no hard feelings.
We’ve done all we could and all again. I’m done pretending.
Let’s quit while we’re still friends.

Making up stories that grew to be too tall,
My fortress to forget couldn’t take anymore.
You nearly watched me ruin everything, everything!
There’s a number one rule of don’t-do’s.
Well we knew it all too well.
You were supposed to be looking out for me!
Have you any idea how difficult it’s been?

You know we’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, so no hard feelings.
We’ve done all we could, and all again. Let’s save ourselves a sorry ending.
You know we’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, but this is as far as we can stretch.
Let’s stop pretending, stop pretending.
And quit while we’re still friends
[x2]

Well I was so young, misguided maybe.
But still this hands over my every pen to paper.
And this all started with a song.
Let this be our last one.
Drop, drop. Bridge, bridge!

We’ve had it good, we’ve had it bad, but this is as far as we can stretch.
Stop pretending!
And quit while we’re still friends.

I wish you well.
I wish you well… (I wish you well, wish you well, wish you well)

Wish you well, I wish you well, I won’t tell if you won’t tell.
I won’t hold it against you if you bow out gracefully. (gracefully)
Can we just not drag this out, please?
I wish you well, I wish you well, I won’t tell if you won’t tell.
I won’t hold it against you if you bow out gracefully, (do it gracefully!)
Can we just not drag this out?

Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics

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Imogen Jennifer Heap  born 9 December 1977) is an English singer-songwriter, record producer, and audio engineer. Her work has been considered pioneering pop and electropop music.

Heap classically trained in piano, cello, and clarinet starting at a young age. She began writing songs at the age of 13 and, while attending boarding school, taught herself music production. After being discovered by manager Mickey Modern while attending the BRIT School, Heap signed to independent record label Almo Sounds at the age of 18 and later began working with experimental pop band Acacia. She released her debut album, an alternative rock record, I Megaphone, in 1998. In early 2002, Heap and English record producer Guy Sigsworth formed the electronic duo Frou Frou and released their only album to date, Details (2002).

Her second studio album, Speak for Yourself, was released in 2005 on her own label, Megaphonic Records, and was certified gold in the United States and Canada. The album spawned three singles: “Headlock“, “Goodnight and Go“, which became her highest-charting single as a lead artist on the UK Singles Chart at number 56, and “Hide and Seek“, which was certified gold in the United States and gained popularity after being used in the Fox teen drama television series The O.C.. Heap’s third studio album, Ellipse (2009), peaked in the top five of the Billboard 200 chart and received mostly positive reviews. This was followed by her fourth studio album, Sparks (2014). In 2017, she reunited with Sigsworth as part of Frou Frou.

Heap developed the Mi.Mu Gloves, a line of musical gloves, as well as a blockchain-based music-sharing program, Mycelia. She also composed the music for the West End/Broadway play Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. Over the course of her career, she has received two Grammy Awards, one Ivor Novello Award, and one Drama Desk Award. In July 2019, Heap was awarded an honorary doctorate from Berklee College of Music.

Information from Wiki.

 I hope you enjoyed it happy Sunday.

We are what we are we are legion.

Forbidden Love  A Nonet 

We walk in  shadows  away from  light

Hidden we belong  to  the  night .

You can never hold  my  hand

A love  like ours is  banned.

People  must not  know

I love you so

forbidden

Is our

Love.

******

Butterflies of  Love 

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Image found  here 

Taboos blown to wind and skies

On no man did she depend

Rather to herself true

She turned inward to befriend

Tiny butterflies of love.

Escaped from heaven

Ecstasy pure as  the dove

Unspoken their lust did rise

Such joy forbidden.

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Rainbow  Haiku.

Rainbow Cake

Rainbow Cake

Glorious  colours  of  the rainbow

Mixed up in  a cake

Love everyone,  real not  fake

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I am what I am 

Love  me  for what I am

Be I  unsure, woman or man

Let  me live loud and proud

To  be  what I  am, not hide under a cloud.

Transexual, transvestite ,Gay or lesbian

Accept  me, love me,  this  is what I am!

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