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
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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.

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Butterflies of  Love 

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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.

*****

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!

Tribute to an old Friend.

Today Mark Bialczak and Ruth both mentioned Paul Curran one of our dear departed and truly missed bloggers in the sky. Strangely I have been thinking of him on and off this week. He died in October 2016. Here is the obituary I wrote for him, followed by on of his if we were having coffee posts.

GONE TO LEAD THAT CONVOY IN THE SKY

Paul first appeared in my comments several years back. He was always full of wisdom and kindness. I was amazed at how interesting and honest his comments were. 

It was after one such wordy diatribe that I asked him why he did not have his own blog. He waffled on about lack of internet and a decent computer. After some discussion we decided he would contribute to, If We Were Having Coffee, every Sunday Morning on my blog.

Blow me down if he was not soon getting more traffic than my own version of If We Were Having Coffee!!! 

There was no way I could be really jealous though because whether it was a story from his trucking days or the people in and around his apartment block, or even  the people he met and helpped at the hospital he attended for dialysis it was a beautiful epistle or modern day fable. He was an angel, a knight in shining armour he helped so many. Paul helped me and gave me courage and so much strength.

Once Paul disappeared from our pages completely, I got in touch with Mark at markbialczak and then we put out an SOS then Linda G Hill who lives in Canada went round to his appointment and made sure he was okay… That is how much he meant / means to us!

Gone but not forgotten.

Your Barrista — Paul Curran.

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I’m Paul your Barista

Welcome to Willow’s weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul, I’ll be your barista today. I’m happy to see you have come for a cuppa and a chat. I am delighted to be back at Willow’s serving you, our treasured readers, a cuppa and sweets while we chat. Please come into the garden and make yourself comfortable. Willow fluffed the cushions on the chairs and set the tables in the garden so we can have a cuppa and chat as we soak up the sun and enjoy the beautiful plants. She has also brought out the heaters so we can stretch our outside tea time further into the fall. As usual, I’d be pleased to bring a pot of whatever beverage you prefer – we have a wide range of teas and coffees to satisfy our world-wide readership. Also available is a large selection of spirits for addition to your cuppa or in its place. We can relax amongst the flowers while we discuss the affairs of the week both personal and/or worldwide. How has your week been?

I have spent some extra time in the hospital this week. I have an infection that is related to my dialysis and it is proving difficult to address. We’re currently using intravenous antibiotics and have just added a round of oral antibiotics. The infection is under control but is not disappearing as quickly as the doctors would like. The initial visit entailed spending the night waiting in emergency – which then stretched well into the following day – actually about 3 pm before I got home – that’s a story. The antibiotics cause diarrhoea and so on the way home, I had to get off my handicap bus when he stopped to pick up another passenger. The bus would not wait, of course, so I called for another pickup and explained what had happened. They have a policy that they do not pick up after 2 pm for same day calls as it is their busy period – which left me stranded at a mall many miles from home. @#$%^&*! I ended up taking a taxi home. Oh well – insult to injury.

So, I’m limping around feeling bad for myself when my friend John (name changed) drops by to visit. He has picked up some TP and bread for me as I can’t get out – he is a kind soul and always asks if I need anything when he is out. He sits down with a serious face and tells me that he has just come from a meeting with his employer and they are putting him on medical leave. He has been diagnosed with testicular cancer. It is early days yet as the diagnosis just came Friday so much testing has yet to be done. He has honoured me by explaining that he hasn’t told family yet. I have had and beaten colon cancer and we talked about the emotions involved and options available.

I explained to him that I have been told that cancer treatment is very personal – everyone reacts differently. For me, the treatment was completely pain free. It was the side effects that really knocked me for a loop. There are days when I would not go through it again, and days when I would. Each time I consider it I come up with a different answer. My best advice to him was to take it one day at a time by asking himself:”Do I have what I need to get through today?” When the answer is yes, then proceed. In the end it is actually amazing how little we really need.

Suitcases and food

Would you like another cuppa? Perhaps a sweet? Anyway, we spent some time discussing this and John went to leave. He went out my back door which leads to a small private deck and a set of stairs down to the parking lot. Sitting on the deck were a suitcase, boxes and plastic bags. John asked if they were mine. I told him they were not, that I was surprised, and asked if they were there when he came in. He said they were. We checked out the suitcases and boxes and they were all canned food and pasta and pots and pans and cleaning supplies – almost all new. Even the suitcase looked new.

We carted the boxes, bags and suitcase inside. There were no personal clothes or goods with the shipment. Mysteriously, there was one small transparent clamshell fresh food container that had been scrubbed so clean as to appear brand new. Written on the tag was “”Deluxe Fruit Salad – Large” We checked through everything and found canned goods, cereal, some towels, pasts and the like. It’s all piled neatly on my floor now except for a big can of Puritan Beans and Wieners, a package of spaghetti and the mysterious clam shell – which are sitting here on my desk as I write.

After some discussion, John and I have come to the conclusion that one of our mutual friends – Frank – must have left the goods there. Frank is as mysterious as the clam shell. He has a room here in our complex but says he spends time at a rehab centre sometimes in Kingston – about a 2 ½ hour drive from here. One day he showed up at my door with the most delicious homemade soup that I have ever tasted – soup he made himself. Another day he dropped off two seemingly random used books – no explanation other than he thought I might like them. He asked me to help him one day with his computer – a used computer he had gotten as a gift. It worked fine but wouldn’t hook to the internet – we have cable here. I was able to determine that the problem was in the wiring in the wall, not the computer and he had the manager get it fixed. It was about that time that he started dropping off things.

Anyway, John went and peeked into Frank’s window and although the bed and dresser were there, all personal goods appeared gone. I’m not exactly sure what to do with all of Frank’s stuff. There are a few items, like partial boxes of cereal that I will have to eat. I suppose I’ll wait for a few weeks to see if Frank comes back.

On that note, that’s about all we have room for this week, so it’s time to settle in with another cuppa and enjoy the garden.  Sweets anyone? I hope you didn’t mind the story today, and that you found it a bit more positive than last week’s story. Please join me in thanking Willow for her invitation to tea. We are all happy that Willow is back and honoured that you all dropped by today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please look around at Willow’s other posts while you’re here. Willow is over there serving her guests and chatting it up. Let’s go see how she is today. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing you back here for sweets and beverages of your choice again next week.

💜💜💜💜

I really miss Paul .

Pay It Forward

Coffee Break at Highway Service Plaza 

Paul Your Barista

This happened many years later when I was driving regional for a gas tanker company, hauling Super-B’s as pictured above. It was a good job but because people drove most on holidays – we always had to work. The pay was excellent – double time and a half on holidays – and the heaviest thing we lifted was one end of a hose. Besides the Super B’s were fun to drive at 80 feet long, 30 wheels on the ground, two trailers, weighing 140,000 pounds when loaded- that’s about the weight of two small houses. We could legally haul about 58,000 liters of gas (a little over 15,000 US gallons – or if you used 10 gallons a week, enough for 28 years). It was a scorching hot 100 degrees F at 7 pm when I finished loading at Suncor’s distribution center in Toronto and pulled out of the loading racks. The sun was just starting to lower itself in the sky on this July 1 Canada Day weekend. Standing in the air conditioned driver’s room signing my bills of lading fresh off the printer, I contemplated my log hours. I could see the heat waves rolling off the tanker outside the window, and unseen, the 58,000 liters of gas inside. I had lots of fuel aboard so I didn’t have to stop for that on the way to Ottawa but I would need coffee and cigarettes and a sandwich about the half way mark – perhaps Kingston. The service plaza off the 401 just before Kingston had all that and was easy to access with the truck.

Fuel Loading Racks

I swung up into the cab and noticed the A/C was starting to cool the air after being parked for an hour loading. Updating my log book, filling out paperwork and filing load sheets, I then pulled to the exit gate and waited for it to open, spitting my truck and me out onto the mean city streets. Winding the truck through the street lights and intersections, I eventually turned onto the Eastbound 401 highway entrance ramp. Accelerating up to the speed limit, I engaged the cruise control and relaxed in the air ride captain’s chair. The next time I slowed would be to stop for a break and a coffee at the Kingston service plaza three hours from now. The huge Super B was at its best in this world – moving 100,000pounds of gas along at 60 mph smoothly and steadily. Inertia was its best friend. I was along for the ride, just making sure nothing got in the truck’s way. The Jake Brake- an engine brake on large diesels- was even keyed into the cruise, making sure that the weight didn’t push the speed too high running off the hills.

14 lanes of traffic on highway 401 in Toronto Ontario Canada 

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14 lanes of traffic on highway 401 in Toronto Ontario Canada Stock Photo

Contributor: Bill Brooks / Alamy Stock Photo

The truck area was not well lit and I found myself thinking how brave she was to park in the dark where there was little help. By the time I had walked over she had parked as requested and I unlocked the idling truck, turning on the headlights. There were a few other trucks between us and the car area, so we were not visible to anyone else in the service plaza – thank God. I unscrewed her gas cap and looked inside with my flashlight – sure enough there was a spring loaded safety flap inside the neck of the fill pipe. I told her to stay beside her car while I opened the truck valve compartment and the storage compartment. I pulled out a new large red safety cone that had a hole in the small end – it would do for a funnel.. Putting on gloves I grabbed one of the 5 gallon steel drip pails we used under the valves when delivering, and filled it ¾ with high test gas – if I was going to give away gas, it might as well be the best. That would give her about 4 gallons of gas, plenty to get to town. Bringing the pail, a ground strap, a drip cloth, a new pair of gloves and the safety cone, I walked over to her car. I had also grabbed a big wire tie we used to secure connections when pumping. I stuck the wire tie in the tank neck to hold the safety open, placed the drip cloth on the ground and set the pail down while I clipped the ground strap (to stop any static sparks from igniting the gas when pouring it) to her car and the pail. Getting her to put on the gloves, I instructed her to hold the safety cone like a funnel, and I slowly poured the gas into her car. When we were done, we checked her gas gauge, which now showed ¼ full, removed the wire tie, replaced her gas cap, wiped the few drops from her car with the drip cloth and threw the equipment back into my storage compartment. She was quite amazed and asked how much she owed me. I told her it was free – I just asked that in the future if she found someone who could use help and she felt safe helping them that I would ask her to pay it forward. She commented that I could make a fortune here at this service plaza tonight – I told her to keep quiet, I could just envision a mob. And so we parted ways and I continued on to Ottawa not ever even having known her name or where she was going. As I drove I worried. Basically, I had stolen product from our customer – the gas was not mine to give away. Regardless of the reason or use, it was still stealing and I do not like that. Pondering this for the remaining three hour drive to Ottawa, I came up with a solution. When I pulled into the station to which I was delivering, it was 1:30 am and the site was open but with no customers. I grabbed the drip pail and ground strap and went over to the high test pump. I put the same amount of fuel into the pail from a pump and then went inside the station. I explained to the manager what I had done and told him I wanted to pay for the gas with my debit card, which I did, keeping the receipt. Then I took the pail of gas back over to the station’s fill pipes where I was delivering their gas, and again using the safety cone as a funnel, poured the gas I had paid for back into their storage tank. This effectively paid for the gas I had given the young woman in Kingston. I felt much better.

Delivery at night

Finishing up the delivery I returned to the terminal and closed off my shift. After the holiday I was off for three days and I dropped by the office to see terminal manager. I explained what had happened and that I couldn’t leave the young woman stranded and how I had paid for the gas I had given her in the parking lot. I showed him the receipt. My biggest concern was that someone may have seen us and thought I was stealing gas and giving it to friends. I assured my boss that was not the case. It was the only time I had ever done this. He just nodded – I could tell he was split in that it was dangerous to take a few gallons from a tanker (it is called splash loading and is illegal here – because the gas coming from the valve splashes into the gas already in the pail and creates static and potentially an explosion). On the other hand he had a young wife and sisters who were often getting into problems like running out of gas and he appreciated the fact that I helped such a person. He just thanked me for telling him and left it at that –no official positive reinforcement for stealing and breaking the rules but no remonstration for stealing and breaking the rules either. It was as I expected, which was fine.

Epilogue: Two months later I received a letter in my company mail – it congratulated me on being chosen the Sunoco driver of the month and said I could pickup my leather jacket and gift certificates from the manager. No reason was ever given for my selection. On that note, that’s about all we have room for this week, so it’s time to settle in with another cuppa and enjoy the garden. Sweets anyone? I hope you didn’t mind the story today, and that you found it a bit more positive than last week’s story. Please join me in thanking Willow for her invitation to tea. We are all happy that Willow is back and honored that you all dropped by today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please look around at Willow’s other posts while you’re here. Willow is over there serving her guests and chatting it up. Let’s go see how she is today. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing you back here for sweets and beverages of your choice again next week.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 26, 2021

Hi everyone it’s Sunday and time for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Our host LindaGHill said:

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “up/down.” Use one, use them both, but try to put one in your first sentence. Bonus points if you use the other in your last sentence. Have fun!”

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Life is full of ups and downs, that’s just the way it is. In a way it’s like snakes and ladders.
We go along, up the ladders and down the snakes. We think we are finally doing well when out of the blue the fickle finger of fate comes down out of the sky, picks you up a drops you in a pit of grief.
When we marry we walk up the aisle with your Dad and you walk back down the aisle with your husband. Then you start the ups and downs of life and having children or not, yes life is up and down.
Up the stairs, down the stairs, uptown girl, downtown nights.
Then we have that old saying, turn the frown upside down. Okay I am rambling now so I am going to stop before I disappear down the rabbit hole. On the upside though I have just about scrapped through this post! So before my blood pressure rockets up or plummets down I shall stop. I shall leave you now with life is a rollercoaster. A rollercoaster goes up and down dosen’t it.

This is part of LindaGHill’s #SoCs.

Fallible, Focused, Funny #father’sday

A beautiful post from Geoff too good to miss.

Three words for my father, dad, the old man, that ********* arse, silly bugger….

Continue reading at source

Happy Father’s Day Everyone.

I  make  no  apology  for  bringing  this  poem out  again, after all I only  had  one  father  and  this  was  the  first  poem I  wrote  about  him. 

A tribute to my Father  1905 – 1976

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He was a quiet man, he was a helpful caring man.

Handsome in his youth a dashing man,a fighter for rights.

A union man, a fighting for the under dog man, a “I’ll do it if I can man” .

He met my Mum, a wooing man, a handsome flashing eyed Irishman.

A black haired almost wild man, a stand up for what I am man.

A good man to trust your life to and my Mum did,

my Dad. © willowdot21.

He was an out in the open man. What see is what you get man, nothing  hid.

He worked hard he was a family man. A sturdy, bring home the wages man,

A giver, comforter, a lover man. A home maker man some one to carry the can man.

A there until the end man.

He was a stern man, when you had done wrong, though he was a quick to praise man.

A happy to teach you a lessen in a song man. A teacher man,sometimes a preacher man

An always there when it counted man. He was a father of the bride man, and he handed all his daughters away.

He was the man who supported his sons when they became the married men.

He was a support man, and adviser man the lover of lilies of the valley man.

He was reunited with my Mum man when they saw us all gone.

He was a plain man to the end man, not a flourish and bouquet,

Nor a black magic man,an honest to the end man.

He was a deaf man, but he heard what was important man!

At the end, a blind man, in stature a tiny man in truth a giant man.

A truly missed man , a wish you where here man.

He is a gone but not a forgotten man.lily_of_the_valley_777

Image  of  the  Lilies 

My hubby is a wonderful father to our boys he has helped and supported them all their lives.

Our youngest son is also a brilliant father to both his boys. I am very proud of him. The other two lads are great uncles and I am proud of them too.

My father in law has been dead for over thirty years he was a true up standing and kind man. I have been blessed by the father’s in my life.

Father and Son

Now  you have a son

Your work has  just  begun

You have  a lot  to learn

But  that  should  not  course you concern.

You’ll rush home  from work

To bath him. You will not shirk

Your  duties as a father  that I know

You will delight  in him as you watch  him grow.

Now there will be feeding,  burping and nappies  to change

Pacing  the floor at night, at first  that will be strange.

It may  not  be plain  sailing it  may  not  be  all fun

But  it is  they stuff of life  so make  the most of him my son.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 361 HOME and Weep.

This week I have chosen a Tanka for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Swifts

Photo by Harry Cooke on Pexels.com

come September Swifts
dancing in the sky leave home
set for hotter climes
weaving patterns of farewell
my heart weeps and waves.

#Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 228, #Poet’sChoice

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Happy JUNE! It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Word Crafters, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you! This opportunity only happens once a month!

I really just wanted to tell a tale. So I really am not sure if this poem is even allowed. I told it all the same.

Light and dusk

Golden light fractals through the leaves.

Dark brown, of strong Oak woven in the trees.

Motes of  dust dancing in and out,

squirrels collecting nuts, in a hurry here  about!

As she lays there among the leaves,

not missed yet, so far no one grieves.

Dearest Teddy by her side

She only dropped him when she died.

She is tiny, she is small,

Oh! dear God she has hardly lived at all.

Like an angel lying there

with tiny insects running through her hair.

Shafts of dying daylight frame her face,

of her killer there is no trace.

Silent leaves begin to fall

slowly slowly they cover all……………

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka.

KL Caley’s #writephoto. Steps.

Well its Thursday and time for #writephoto .

This week’s prompt is a post with a difference – our MAY guest photo!

A great big thank you to Jemima Pett for agreeing to be the featured photo this month. What a beautiful photo for us. Pop over to her blog at http://jemimapett.com/ to show her some love!

For visually challenged writersthe image shows steps up and over a bridge, with narrow alleyways at each side of the bridge.

Steps – Image by Jemima Pett.

They had always met at the Apothecary on the steps leading up the bridge. They would push through the hustle and bustle their hearts leaping at the sight of eachother.

Every evening they would meet and they would spend the hours of darkness lost in eachother. Happy memories of love and his life.

That was centuries ago and there had been many since but none had ever held that tight to her heart. Marco had been her first love, she had done all she could to turn him. He had refused her but stayed with her until he died. She remembered the fateful evening he was there waiting in the doorway. He was by then a man in his early sixties …handsome still, affluent she had seen to that.

As she immerged from the shadows she had seen the two young boys approach Marco. Too late she saw the flashing blades as they stabbed him and robbed him. As Marco breathed his last his soul touched her face and whispered “I love you still”.

Rage burned within her, she set off in persuit of the murders! She found them in a tavern celebrating their I’ll gotten gains. She seduced them with ease and lured them out into the alley. Where she killed them both and drained them dry. Brushing herself off she left them in the filthy alley with their bloodless hearts exposed…their white bodies ghostly and their faces tortured.

She had spent centuries alone, just feeding her blood lust to keep herself going, occasionally mingling in human society, and as she was one of the originals she kept her place at head of the chapters of her own kind.

Why she found herself at the old Apothecary she had no idea. Yet here she was in the shadow looking at the doorway. Looking up she saw a handsome you man on his mobile phone. If she had had a heart it would of stopped. This man was beautiful, and he had caught her eye. He put his phone away and smiled at her.

So it began, after six centuries she felt whole again. Serenely she climbed the steps.

KL Caley at Novel Ideas has offered to take on Sue Vincent’s #writephoto weekly challenge now Sue has moved on to a higher plain.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 356 RED and White.

Your blue eyes flash red
My knuckles tighten and blanch
Fear is a killer

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

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About the Jez of It

Poetry, stories and strange odds and ends from the desk of a writer

The Sound of One Hand Typing

Music, Musings, Memoir, and Madness

"LIFE" ( You like it, I love it! )

"LOVE"-Keeping it real, and keeping it simple!

Our Eyes Open

Come along on an adventure with us!

Diary of a Dublin Housewife

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a potpourri of thoughts and experiences

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Echoes of Life, Love and Laughter

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...moments of unexpected clarity

G-Bears Blog

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Art, Love of Life, Philosophy, Writing, Spirituality