#TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 274, 5/17/22 #Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt.

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

This challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by visual art or photographs. David, from the Skeptic’s Kaddish, provided the photo for this month’s challenge.

I took a long look at the photo and eventually a theme offered itself to me. What we see through the eye or the lens we also can see through the soul.

I wrote a Nonet, that can be read from top to bottom and bottom to top, hopefully meaning the same and making sense. I have also written the poem both ways so you can judge for yourselves. The punctuation in each version is different but the words and meaning are the same. So a mirror Nonet.

The lens of the soul

© David, The Skeptic’s Kaddish

Through the lens of the omnipotent
To soar high beyond the body.
To attain the higher plain
Past the confines of life.
Further than the eye,
The horizon
Life beyond
Captured
Truth.

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Truth
Captured.
Life beyond
The horizon
Further than the eye
Past the confines of life.
To attain the higher plain
To soar high beyond the body
Through the lens of the omnipotent.

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This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka.

K.L.Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – Open

For visually challenged writersthe image shows an entranceway in amongst some stone walls to a bright green garden.

Open – Image by KL Caley.

Morgarna has a lot to sort out in this episode let’s hope she does it to everyone’s satisfaction.

Open

Once inside Morgarna switched on her torch looking around she saw no outward signs of a hidden door in the wall or floor so she moved methodically along the walls tapping them finally she heard the hollow sound she was searching. Shining her torch on the panel she fiddled with it until finally she got it to open. Stepping through the door she could feel the cold draft, thankful that her torch was the windup type, that could be used in any timeline or situation, and did not depend on batteries or flame. She shut the panel behind her and followed the tunnel up hill surrounded by dark and silence.


It took Morgarna a good twenty minutes to make the uphill journey to the house and it was with quite some relief that she arrived at the end of the tunnel and the door that led to the library. Listening carefully Morgarna could hear heated voices on the other side of the door. Listening intently she could hear two male voices, one was Percival Devereau and the other was a solicitor. They were having a heated argument , the solicitor was not happy at Percival wanted the wills rewritten in his favour, disinheriting Tarquin Devereau and his family completely.
“Look Johnson, I employ you , I pay your fees. If I say write my nephew Tarquin out of the will that is what I you to do!” Percival’s voice had risen and as he finished he slammed something breakable down on a table or desk and Morgarna heard it smash!
” I won’t do this, I would rather be ruined and go to the poor house than do this heinous thing for you Sir” the solicitor replied.
He must have left the room as there was the loud slam of the Library door.
Then the sound of Percival chair scraping as he got up to follow, ” God Damn it man do not walk out on me” There was another slam then complete silence.


Morgarna held her breath and counted to ten then slowly she opened the door and went into the Library.
It was empty, a large but cosy room a huge fire burned in the grate, there was a smashed glass on the wooden floor and the remains of the whiskey ran across the floor.
Morgarna was cold, so she slipped into the fireside chair, poured herself a large brandy from the decanter and lit one of Percival Havana cigars!
After finishing her Brandy Morgarna looked in her bag and found her notes again.
Page 5 : The Last Will and Testament of Cormoran Devereau will be found in the secret compartment of the Queen Anne writting table in the Library. The said Will is in an envelope, sealed with a dated wax seal and signed and witnessed.


Squinting slightly, either from concentration , smoke from the cigar clamped between her teeth or the three Brandys she’d helped herself to, possibly all three or then again she may of just needed the loo! Morgarna fiddle with the lock with her nail file. Finally the lock clicked and Morgarna ran her fingers along beneath the drawers until she found the button that opened the secret compartment.
Reaching inside she took out the sealled envelope, dropped it into her bag then she closed up the writing desk.
Just as she was about to leave the Library the way she entered Percival entered dragging a frightened Johnson after him. The three of them all stared at each other.


Morgarna spoke first, cigar still firmly clenched in her teeth. “Percy, have I got news for you old man? Mr Johnson it’s very providential that you are here we need a solicitor. “
Sir Percival, bristling with indignation and shock, stammered , “Who, who arrr , are you Madam and what are you doing in my Library?”
Morgarna winked at Johnson and blew smoke in Percival’s face as she passed him, making him cough!
She poured herself the last of the Brandy and took a sip. Percival almost choked as he watched her.
“Glass of water Percy ?” she asked offering him a glass. “You can call me Ms LeFey and you Mr Johnson can call me Morgarna” she smiled at the solicitor who immediately relaxed and smiled back.


“So Miss LeFey what are you doing in my Library” demanded Percival trying to tower over her. It seemed the more he pulled himself up the more Morgana towered over him. Looking him in the eye she said, ” Firstly Percy it’s not Miss, it’s Ms, and I am here to scuppa your evil plans to steal your nephew’s home from him, he looked after your brother, his father. What have you done apart from squander the family fortunes?”

Percival visibly bristled at this and picking up some papers from the fireside table, turning he sneered at Morgarna. “I think you will find Mssss LeFey that this Will says that I am the sole heir to my brother’s fortune.” saying that he rang the Butlers bell and then he continued, ” my father always said I would get the fortune”
Just then the Butler entered the room, Percival spun round to face him ,”Ah! Bainbridge, could you call the Peelers , this woman here has broken in to my house and is threatening me! “
Morgarna smiled, keep your powder dry she thought to herself, smiling as she felt the envelope in her bag. She took another draw on her cigar and blew it into Percival’s eyes.


The Police arrived and despite Sir Percival’s protestations when Morgarna produced the sealed, signed and date Will and Mr Johnson had verified it. Percival Devereau was arrested and despite his protestations was taken away.


There was jubilation among the servants and the gardeners when the news got round that Percival had been arrested. Sir Percival was not a pleasant man to work for whereas Tarquin Devereau was renown as a fair employer who cared about the welfare of his staff.


Morgarna and Mr Johnson walked down to the den in the grounds to give the Devereau family the good news of Percival’s lawful removal. Morgarna stayed long enough to see the family safely reinstall in their rightful home and then she bade them all farewell and headed off to find the Anomaly, which to her mind was long overdue!
Walking along by the walled garden she again sensed she was being followed. “Is that you Wills Hun? ” she called over her shoulder?”
“Yes Morgarna it is” came the young man’s reply. “I wanted to thank you again for all your help “
Smiling Morgarna replied, ” Young man you are going to be very important one day just remember to be fair and kind to everyone!” Lighting a cigar she had helped herself to from Percival’s stock she winked at young William. Suddenly she lent forward and kissed him passionately on the lips.

Open – Image by KL Caley

Just then as they stood at the opening to a beautiful walled garden the Anomaly appeared. Running her hand across Wills
open lips she jumped for the anomaly saying as she went “remember what I said Wills” and she was gone.
Leaving Wills thinking he’d never ever forget Morgarna.

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

#TANKATUESDAY Weekly #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 271, 4/26/22, #THEMEPROMPT

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Yvette M. Caldiero from last month’s challenge picked the theme:

This month’s theme is:Beginnings & Endings.

This week I chose to write a Tanka Prose.

© willowdot21 .

I passed this stump every day while walking Ruby. It called to me softly as I passed. What had knocked it down I did not know. Valiantly it fought for life, sprouting green new leaves. Sadly as time went on it has failed and died. All the green is gone and it is dead, people put their rubbish in it.

so it was gone
the tree died where it had stood
back to mother earth
sun and rain witnessed new shoots
and so the earth keeps turning.

THIS IS PART OF COLLEEN’S TANKA TUESDAY CHALLENGE.

Torment.

google images

It rages in my head
It’s hunger goes unfed.
Crawling like an almighty dread,
Screaming, groaning, clawing at my head.

The need and greed consumes me,
It ripples through my brain
Pushing me beyond the brink of pain.
To lift me high then dash me down again .

They crawl and grab
They lunge and stab.
Body to body soul to soul
They creep through my head to reach their goal.

They grapple they bite and suck.
I cry and curse my luck.
The sword fights the cross
It starts to burn
Thundering through my head I yearn.

To be eased, appeased
Sated and pleased.
Barren dried out and teased.
It is eating me up never letting me rest.
I need it, I demand it this is not a request.
It’s driving me mad
Making me sad.
I anger my friends and strangers think I’m mad.

It is gnawing me, goring me,
Splitting me in two
They all creep inside me what am I to do.
Help me, help me I am going mad
Oh! just forget it, it’s all so freaking sad!

Song Lyric Sound. April 24, 2022 – Feelings.

Jim Adams

Its Sunday again 😮and time for Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday April 24, 2022 – Di of pensitivity101 has suggested Anxiety, Delight, Emotions, Pain, Pride, Relief !

First up I chose Somebody that I used to know by Goyte. I really love this song I believe it embodies all the emotions that Di mentions in her prompt except herhaps delight! We have all had times were we have stayed in a relationship too long just existing, only to be relieved by the other person saying let’s end it and stay friends. Then they cut you off completely and that really hurts however much you pretend it doesn’t because it tamples over your pride and emotions.

Somebody That I Used to Know” is a song by Belgian-Australian singer-songwriter Gotye, featuring New Zealand singer Kimbra. The song was released in Australia and New Zealand by Eleven Music on 5 July 2011 as the second single from Gotye’s third studio album, Making Mirrors (2011). It was later released by Universal Music in December 2011 in the United Kingdom, and 20 January 2012 in the United States and Ireland. “Somebody That I Used to Know” was written and recorded by Gotye at his parents’ house on the Mornington Peninsula in Victoria, Australia, and is lyrically related to the experiences he has had with relationships.

Commercially, “Somebody That I Used to Know” was a global success and became both artists’ signature song. It reached atop of the charts in the US, UK, Australia and New Zealand, as well as 25 other official charts, and reached the top 10 in more than 30 countries around the world. It was the most commercially successful song of 2011 in Flanders (Belgium), the most successful song of 2012 in Wallonia (Belgium), Canada, Israel, the UK, and the US, and the most successful song of the 2010s decade by an Australian artist in Australia. It is certified Multiplatinum in ten countries, including Diamond in Australia. The song has sold more than 13 million copies worldwide, becoming one of the best-selling digital singles of all time. In addition to the Hot 100, it was also placed at the top of Billboards year-end Adult Pop Songs and Alternative Songs charts and many other charts around the world. More information here.


Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
And I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know…

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Somebody
I used to know
Somebody
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Somebody
I used to know
Somebody
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
I used to know
That I used to know
I used to know
Somebody…

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Walter De Backer / Luiz Bonfa

Somebody That I Used to Know lyrics © Unichappell Music Inc., Op Shop Songs Pty Ltd.

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Again all the emotions are here. When one word that terrible argument in the early hours that escalates to violence , anger, fear everything except delight again.

Its Immie, my favourite with The Moment I said it.

.

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Now I must find some delight. Well I have chosen Avenue Beat with Delight for no other reason than I like it and it fits the bill and after the first two songs we need something cheery 💜💜

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Avenue Beat was an American girl group from Quincy, Illinois, composed of members Sami Bearden, Savana Santos and Sam Backoff. Backoff and Santos were friends growing up and met Bearden at a theater camp in high school. The trio then began traveling back and forth to Nashville where they became based. The group got signed to The Valory Music Co. and Tape Room Records. In September 2021, Sami Bearden parted ways with the band after deciding she no longer wanted to pursue a music career. On October 15, 2021, Avenue Beat disbanded following the release of their first and final album, The Debut Farewell Album, with Santos and Backoff citing that they wanted to support their friend and did not want to continue the band without Bearden.

Delight”

Do you know how much it took for me?
To tell you that I think you’re fine as hell
And do you wanna grab a bite to eat?
I got this coupon to taco bell
You say you can’t right now and when I ask you why
You finally let it out, you say I’m not your type

But I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight
I got more bite than a California Zoo
And if you ask my momma she gonna tell you the truth
That I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight
I got more pop than a shook up mountain dew
If that’s not what you like
There must be something wrong with you
Cuz I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight

I see my family every holiday
That’s when they love to wreck my self-esteem
Ask me why I never bring a date
I think the first verse covered everything
Say I need a real job
I tell them all, please
I get to sing my songs and everybody thinks

I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight
I got more bite than a California Zoo
And if you ask my momma she gonna tell you the truth
That I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight
I got more pop than a shook up mountain dew
If that’s not what you like
There must be something wrong with you
Cuz I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight

Got the high score on Pacman at the arcade
I can still get a sunburn sitting in the shade
I’m pretty much the best at acting out charades
If anybody asks me, I’m gonna say

I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight
I got more bite than a California Zoo
And if you ask my momma she gonna tell you the truth
That I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight
I got more pop than a shook up mountain dew
If that’s not what you like
There must be
Something wrong with you
Cuz I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight
I’m a freakin’ delight.

AtoZ Lyrics

HAPPY Sunday Everyone 💜

A Poem for Bob’s Passing.

Today is a sad day. We heard of the death of our Bestman and friend Bob. We never lost touch with him but we had not seen him face to face for nearly forty years. Last year we met up with him at our Golden Wedding anniversary and again this year with five other friends from the park we used to go to as teenagers.

For Bob

Playing football after dark
Meeting mates down the park
Two lads growing through their teens.
Full of hopes , fun and dreams.

Both became each others right hand man.
One made best man, so grand.
Each had the others wing
Staying friends was their thing.

© willowdot21

As years went by the meetings dwindled
Though memories were often kindled.
Eventually a yuletide greeting
With promises of a reunion meeting.

The years and miles kept them separated.
Til an anniversary meeting was fated.
Soon the years just fell away
As they celebrated 50 years since that wedding day.

© willowdot21

Then a meeting with friends from the park.
Food and beer talk of aging, having a lark .
Talk of knees and operations
Grandchildren, bills and vacations.

A simple operation on the cards
Who’d of thought the outcome could be so hard.
The heart once so big and strong
Could not cope and he was gone.

We are left behind unbelieving
Only just back together, now left grieving
.

© willowdot21

9th April 1951 — 22nd April 2022.

Throwback Thursday #35 – Going, Going, Gone

Maggie is back this week with our prompt for Throwback Thursday.

This week’s prompt is: Things I Miss.

This week Maggie says : This week think about objects or places you miss having in your life. It could be a favorite toy, a photograph, a favorite hang-out, a favorite store or shop, a collectible, a favorite pair of jeans, or old movie ticket stubs. It can be anything your little heart desires. Write about one thing or write about a few. You’re running the show this week!

Throwback Thursday the Brain Child of Maggie and Lauren.

Now there are a lot of things I miss some are tangible and some are more feelings. Where shall I start. Maybe the things I took for granted but are now gone.

Mum and Dad, our old house in London…., Having meals cooked for me, my washing and ironing done oh! so many things I miss.

Let’s now go for the tangible.

1

I had a beautiful suede coat full length, huge collar and a belt. It really kept me warm in the winter….I don’t know when or where it went! I can’t find a photo of it but I also miss my smelly Afghan coat!

2

The first telephone we had in the family home it was green and so cool! They don’t make them any more. But I think you might be able to buy them.

3

Three outside our house that would blossom white on the left and pink on the white. Infact I also miss the gate it was wooden , painted green and someone was always shouting “shut the gate” to keep the dog in! My next sister my cousin and I the gate and the tree( sister sitting on the gate the tree just in view but not in blossom)

© willowdot21

4

After I broke my back the second time I relearned to walk listening to Imogen Heap on my head phones. I emailed her and told her who much she had helped me. She took the time to email me back she was so supportive and sadly I lost that email.. I honestly really regret that! My fault. There other things but I can’t think of them now.

Here is song by Imogen Heap about missing childhood. The last train home.

#TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 251, #ShareYourDay

WELCOME TO #TANKATUESDAY!

Colleen asks us are you ready to try a new challenge? #ShareYourDay is a way to get to know each other better. Take a photo and write a syllabic poem about your day. Don’t think on it too hard. Make it fun.

For this challenge, write your poem in one of the forms defined on the cheat sheet OR from the forms found on Poetscollective.org.

I have chosen to try The Sijo, I hope it is an acceptable form. A Korean form believed to have first been used in the fourteenth century. It is similar in structure to various Japanese forms such as Haiku. As with many forms of poetry, the Sijo became a preferred poetry form of the yangban or ruling class as well as royalty. They were written in Chinese and were originally short songs set to music. The focus of the Sijo is usually nature and contemplation.

There are three Lines in the Sijo
14-16 syllables per line
A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.

My Sijo is a contemplation of those at war brought on by warmth and beauty in my kitchen. I was inspired by some of the flowers brought for me by our sons and grandsons on Mother’s Day.

Flowers in my Kitchen

Beautiful flowers in my kitchen, brightening my day.
Bringing hope and happiness on a dull and windy morning.
Safe in the heart of my home, I pray for peace for those at war.

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33 words
44 syllables.

This is part of Colleen’s Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday’s Poetry Challenge.

“Hello, world. I am Ukraine” – Mar 23, 2022 “

Jen has found a wonderful video about the Ukraine we all should watch it.

See here at Jen’s blog

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 19, 2022

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

It’s Saturday and time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week Linda has said “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “comp.” Find a word that starts with or contains “comp” and use it in your post. Enjoy!”

© willowdot21

Compassion?

Comfort us in our hour of need
Open your eyes and ears, take heed
Mindfulness is needed in the world
Pain and grief like weapons hurled.
All the woes of this vale of tears
Sirens and bullets raise their fears
Sweet Jesus give them hope
In you we trust , help them cope.
Oh! the Horsemen love our pain.
Now they’re here they’ll not leave again. .

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