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Ovi Poetry Challenge 48: PROMISE is your inspiration.

A night of old with heart so bold
Offered fair maid a band of gold
She gave him her hand to hold
And he gave her his promise.

Their castle was cold and draughty
Yet their nights were hot and lusty
She, willing and he was trusty
Happily they kept their pledge.

PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S OVI POETRY CHALLENGE

One-Liner Wednesday Anniversary.

This week Linda realls her first One-Liner Wednesday which was ten years ago!

Linda’s first One-Liner which was Wednesday March 19th, 2014: You can read it here. https://lindaghill.com/2014/03/19/one-liner-wednesday-chocolate-anyone/

Linda asks when was our fitst One-Liner well I looked it up and and it was a year later and in the same month! March the 11th 2015 and here is that post https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2015/03/11/one-liner-wednesday/

So happy 10th Anniversary to Linda’s One-Liner Wednesday and to all of us who join her. We rule 💜💜💜

Join us at One – Liner Wednesday

24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 34, 5/14/24, Part II

Here we are at the Beginning of Summer: May 5 – 20 in the 24 Seasons of the Japanese Year

Colleen’s prompt for her Tuesday Tanka Challenge this week is

“This week: Your writing invitation is to choose one of the 24 Forms for your poem. You can use the kigo words and phrases from the Part I challenge post HERE, or from the 500 Kigo Words you can use the phrases I’ve created below are three kigo phrases for the Northern Hemisphere. Use one kigo phrase in each of your three poems in whatever order you’d like.”

Northern Hemisphere: Early Summer

#1: “the month of Maying” from Rall
#2: “young leaves”
#3: “cooling on the porch”

Well I have gone very traditional this week, I do love traditional music so I have thrown two into the mix to go with my three Tanka.

Chanctonbury Ring Morris Men, Alciston, East Sussex by Kevin Gordon is licensed under CC-BY-SA 2.0

Dressed like day and night
Merry dancing men of May?
I feel it’s deeper
Hobby horse fertility
Looms in the month of Maying.

Born each side of May
Such precious hopes these young leaves
We tend them gently
And teach them to respect all
Gaia’s all-embracing ways.

Together happy
Gentle friends remembered well
Crossed the Rainbow bridge
They wait for us to join them
Cooling on the porch in May

Thursday Doors Writing Challenge 2024. What lies in wait.

TDWC 2024 Badge

Dan Antion has invited us to take part in “The Forth Annual Thursday Doors Writing Challenge which officially began on Wednesday, May 1st. The challenge runs the entire month of May. You can submit as many entries as you like. If you want to join the fun, pick a door, write a story, poem, novel, screenplay, musical score – anything at all – as long as it’s inspired by that door image. The completed entries and images to use are in the gallery on Dan’s page along with the Rules .

I have written a little “prosetry” an almost story/ almost poem about a hungry Vampire. Can you see her in the shadows?

What lies in wait?

In the shadows she stands jealously watching those who walk in the sun.
Fingers ripping at her skin,slowly her blood drips down her white face.
Longingly, she weaves her dreams where her hopes are spun.
Watching those who live in the light, her thoughts so dark.
She wants their bodies, she craves their souls
She needs their blood and to devour them whole.
Her eyes searching for a victim to lure
To infect a victim, her motives unpure.
She watches as a young man walking home.
The burning ache deep within her drives her to distraction.
She aches for him, she burns for him she cannot find satisfaction.
Blood lust makes her bold and brazen she steps out of the shadows to catch his eye.
He moves towards her in the shadows
Excited by what he sees. Her body barely covered by her cloak.
Attracted by her jet black eyes and her skin so white
His juices rising from deep within …a desperate need to taste her.
Come, she whispers licking her lips
He slides his hands along her hips
She acts all soft and coy
Moving her body into his, he’s suddenly filled with joy.
He thinks she likes him, that he will have his way
Unsuspecting he follows her deeper into the shadows.
Away from human hustle and lights they move away
The danger lights should be flashing , the warnings he refuses to see
Too busy to notice her eyes change colour and her lips flush blood red.
She lets him slip inside of her she still likes to feel desired
She lets him reach his highest delight, as her fangs sink in his neck.
She sucked him dry and for a second mourned before leaving him for dead.

Wordless Wednesday Blogeley 💜💜💜

part of Hugh’s and Terri Webster Schrandt’s Wordless Wednesday.

LindaGHill One-Liner Wednesday. Family communications.

Hubby had a doctor’s appointment today , he went early as our reception staff can be very picky if you are even a few minutes late and will send you away….. Not so the doctors you can wait ages to see them with no recourse!

Here are some of today’s WhatsApps between us while he waits and waits!

Hubby: I’ve arrived 🤣🤣

Me :👌
Hubby: Thank you 🥰❤️
Me: 💜
Hubby 10 minutes later: Still waiting 😭
Me: That’s not unusual 😲😞
Hubby: Noooooooooooo😱
Me:

Hubby: 🤣🤣🤣🌹

Last I heard he was still waiting at least 20 minutes after his appointment time. 😲

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday

What do you see # 237- May 6, 2024 Angel in Pain.

Sadje at Keep it alive said: “Welcome back to another WDYS prompt“

Rules;

You can write a post on your blog and create a pingback to link to the original post.
Write an original story, poem or a caption.
There is no limit to words or format but keep it family-friendly.
If you post a response before next Sunday, I will be able to add it to my roundup post.
I will do a round-up next Sunday before the next Prompt is posted.
It is always helpful if you can give your post/story/poem a title.
There are issues with pingbacks in WordPress these days. So please paste a link of your post in the comments section so that I don’t miss anyone in the roundup post.

Please tag your responses with

#Whatdoyousee

Or

#WDYS

Does this picture inspire you to write something?

***Image credit; Marianna Smiley*** @ ***Unsplash “Thrive” by Danial Pooper a sculpture in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.***

For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a giant female figure who is opening her chest to show the greenery inside. There are cracks on the visage and torso of this sculpture.

Angel in Pain

I saw the Angel at the grave weeping tears.
The weight grief she carried, through the years

It hurt to see the angel so, such a burden she had to carry.
The hate and betrayal all around I wondered why she’d tarry.

Her tears were real I touched I know.
I wondered what on earth had made this lacrimo flow.

She told me all that she had seen and places she had been.
The trenches of Ypres, concentration camps and bloody fields at Waterloo. She’d held dying men and abused women and children too.

The world is not improving even after all that she has tried .
To help us toward peace and love is always pushed aside.

She asked me for my help, I was indeed surprised.
I a mere mortal who has sinned and lost all pride.
Reaching out a hand to me , she touched my chilled skin.
To my great surprise she was warm that set me wondering.

How could marble feel like flesh, my heart began to pound
I looked into her blue eyes another wonder there I found.
As well as tears I saw great knowledge gained from living life too long.

She offered me a bag of seeds the like I had never seen
She begged plant them where I stood among this grass so green.
I asked her what the seeds were and why upon this slope.
She looked at me with pleading eyes and whispered “These are the seeds of hope!”

I was holding in my hands the hope for all the world,
It was a terrifying thought. To keep them safe, my fingers gently curled .

Plant them please, plant them now and make a vow.
Tend these most important seeds, watch them as they grow.
I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders as those tiny seeds I then did sow.I saw the Angel at the grave she was weeping tears. The weight of all the grief she had seen, years of pain and fears.

It hurt me to see the angel so, such a burden she had to carry. The hate and betrayal all around I wondered why she should tarry.

Her tears were real I touched them so I know. I wondered what on earth had made this lacrimo flow.

She told me all that she had seen and places she had been. The trenches of Ypres, concentration camps and bloody fields at Waterloo she had held dying men and abused women and children too.

The world is not improving even after all that she had tried .To guide and help and educate us toward peace and love . It was always pushed aside.

She asked me for my help, I was indeed surprised. I am a mere mortal who has sinned and lost all pride. Reaching out a hand to me , she touched my chilled skin. To my great surprise she was warm that set me wondering.

How could marble feel like flesh, my heart began to pound I looked into her blue eyes another wonder there I found. As well as tears I saw great great knowledge gained from living life too long, not the type we learn from college.

She offered me a bag of seeds the like I had never seen she begged plant them where I stood among this grass so green. I asked her what the seeds were that she asked I plant upon this slope. She looked at me with pleading eyes and whispered they are the seeds of hope!

I was holding in my hands the hope for all the world, it was a terrifying thought so around them, to keep them safe, my fingers gently curled .

Plant them please, plant them now and make to me one vow. Tend these most important seeds, watch them as they grow. I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders as those seeds I began to sow.

The angel sighed so gently I nearly didn’t hear.
She touched my face and told me not to fear.
She looked so very tired, she looked so very old.
Then suddenly with no fuss she once again was made of marble cold.

Song Lyric Sunday: American Idol.

Good Sunday Morning everyone. It’s time for Jim Adams Song Lyric Sunday. .

May 5, 2024 – Songs by performers from American Idol suggested by Nancy aka The Sicilian Storyteller. This is Nancy’s final week as guest host and what a Stirling Job she has done providing us with great prompts. Yea! Nancy.

Now I am from the UK so in fact I have never watched American Idol. So I have done a lot of YouTube and Wikipedia traling. I have come up with four of the “best” according to YouTube. These are the ones that caught my ear and some information about them. I know I am supposed to give the lyrics but that would make this post way too long so I am going to break the rules this week…. 😱 So here we go first up is “Dibesh Pokharel (born October 24, 1997),known by his stage name Arthur Gunn, is a Nepalese-born American singer-songwriter from Wichita, Kansas, who came to national attention in 2020 as the runner-up finalist on the eighteenth season of the singing reality show American Idol. He started singing in 2014 and is known for his “textured, sandpapery” vocals. He released his eight-song debut album, Grahan, in early 2018. He released another album, KHOJ, in 2019 with singles including “Ma,” “Khoj” and “Karnali (The River). More information here. “

Second up is “Catie Virginia Turner (born February 14, 2000)^[4][5] is an American pop singer. She rose to prominence as a contestant on sixteenth season of American Idol, placing in the top seven. In September 2019, Turner further gained notoriety after her song “Prom Queen” was used in the trailer for Shane Dawson‘s web series The Beautiful World of Jeffree Star, which gained over 11 million views in just one week. She has released four EPs: The Sad Vegan as an independent artist, followed by Heartbroken and Milking It, Comedy & Tragedy: Act I, and Comedy & Tragedy: Act II with Atlantic Records. More information here.”

Third on the list is “Abi auditioned in Los Angeles. She sang “What Was I Made For?” by Billie Eilish, from the Barbie film soundtrack. All three judges voted “yes”, sending her to the next round.

One week later, the judges surprised her via a video message at the Palm Springs Street Fair, where she frequently gigs, informing her that her Golden Ticket was upgraded to a Platinum Ticket, which enables her to skip the Idol Arena stage. More Information Here“

Last but nowhere near last “Walker Burroughs auditioned in Louisville. He sang “Love Like This” by Ben Rector and “Hello” by Lionel Richie. All three judges voted “yes”, sending him to the next round. Read more here. “

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Then I found this , one of my favourites James Blunt singing with IAM Tongi. William “Iam” Guy Tongi (born September 1, 2004) is a singer who won season 21 of American Idol. He is the first person from Hawaii, the first Pacific Islander, and the first non-country singer in three years, to win the competition. He is also the first winner to have been born after the show’s premiere on June 11, 2002. More information here.

Happy Sunday Everyone and thanks again Nancy 💜💜💜

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 4, 2024.

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

There are many … musical notes, 🎶, written notes, high notes and low notes and they are not only musical they can refer to high or low points in your life.

Money can be referred to as notes, you can write a note to anyone even yourself. You can remember noteworthy things, people or books absolutely anything at all. To make a note is to remember.

Would I write a note to a younger me.. No I really don’t think that I would because I don’t believe we can go back in time and change anything. I believe that if we changed anything we would probably make things much worse. To be honest I believe it would do more harm than good. If I knew then half of what I know now I would never make the trip. That said I actually wouldn’t change a thing because I love my family and friends and pets …. My life hasn’t been a bed of roses but who’s is? If anyone tells you they have the perfect life and they wouldn’t change a thing, I am sorry they are lying. So make a note to take Facebook and possibly peoples blogs with a pinch of salt.

So note to self … don’t give in and don’t give up! Never worry about what’s gone…it’s done , no point in worrying about what’s coming because it’s unknown and may never happen. Life is in the now so all you can do your best. …So I have actually made a note for my younger self … but nothing too leading.