Song Lyric Sunday. 25/11/18. First.

This week HelenVahdati has chosen the prompt First for her Song Lyric Sunday.

I have decided to use ‘I am the one and only ‘ by Chesney Hawkes.

I absolutely love this song it is really a one hit wonder.

Why did it pop into my mind when I thought of the word first. Well he is singing about believing in himself. He is the one and only so he is the first and last!

Song Lyric Sunday: Listen.

This week HelenVahdati has given us the #songlyricsunday prompt :Listen.

So thinking cap on !

I have chosen Tears for Fears Listen . From the Album Songs from the Big Chair

It’s not big on lyrics but it a beautifully haunting piece of music and I love it!

Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics

“Listen”

Mother Russia badly burned
Your children lick your wounds, your wounds

Pilgrim father sailed away
Found a brave new world, new world

Listen

(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)
Soothe my feeling
(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)

(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)
Soothe my feeling
(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)

(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)
I feel it, soothe my feeling
(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)
Soothe it, soothe it, soothe my feeling, now I feel it

(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)
Ooooh, just like I hope the people say, soothe my feeling

(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)
I feel it, hold me, take a look at my chance
(Cumpleaños chica, no hay que preocuparse.)
Take a look at my mercy, take a look at my feeling

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 11/11/18

Today’s Helen Vahdati has given us the promo Soul for Song Lyric Sunday.

Today is Remembrance Sunday. I like so many others have written about remembering and honouring the dead of war.

Children are our souls, our future so today I have chosen War Child from the Cranberries.

The words say it all so please read them. The video is painful to watch but it’s all true.

“War Child”

Who will save the war child baby?

Who controls the key?
The web we weave is thick and sordid,
Fine by me.

At times of war we’re all the losers,
There’s no victory.
We shoot to kill and kill your lover,
Fine by me.

War child, victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind the war child,
We should mind the war child.

I spent last winter in New York,
And came upon a man.
He was sleeping on the streets and homeless,
He said, “I fought in Vietnam.”

Beneath his shirt he wore the mark,
He bore the mark with pride.
A two inch deep incision carved,
Into his side.

War child, victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind the war child,
We should mind the war child.

Who’s the loser now? Who’s the loser now?
We’re all the losers now. We’re all the losers now.

War child. [

Song Lyric Sunday part 2 Take

This week HelenVahdati has given us the words Take/ Taking for #songlyricsunday.

This is my second song song choice Take me to Church. By Hozier.

I wanted to do this song for Song Lyric Sunday. I love the song so much it’s so soulful.

Yet above all the message in the video is one that I think should be watched and watched again . No one, no where should ever be persecuted for who they are, or who they love.

It’s a harsh video, I make no apologies I am making a point.

“Take Me To Church”

My lover’s got humour
She’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshipped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak
She’s the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week

“We were born sick,” you heard them say it

My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom.”
The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you

I was born sick
But I love it
Command me to be well
Aaay. Amen. Amen. Amen.

[Chorus 2x:]
Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

If I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice

Drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That’s a fine-looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We’ve a lot of starving faithful

That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

[Chorus 2x:]
Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

No Masters or Kings
When the Ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Ooh oh. Amen. Amen. Amen.

[Chorus 2x:]
Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics.

Song Lyric Sunday. 4/10/18 Take.

This week HelenVahdati has given us the words Take/ Taking for #songlyricsunday.

I have chosen Take my Breath Away by Queen. One of their beautiful ballards.

This is one of my favourites from that era 1976. This song is definitely one of their very best. I was 26 years young, married with two children. If I was tired it gave me a lift, it I was sad it helped me, if I was plain stressed it relaxed me! My two older boys grew up on a diet of Queen even when they were in the womb the last lad to a lesser extent but they all know and appreciate Queen.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 3/18

This week LindaGHill has set us the prompt Point for her #SoCs. Here is how it works. ‘Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “point.” Open a book on your lap, close your eyes, and put your finger on the page. Whatever you land on, whether it be a word, a phrase, or a sentence, write about it. Enjoy’

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Right book on my lap, eyes closed, po roll the pages plonk down the finger and…

The second anniversary of the fall of the Bastille was nothing like the first.

Where can I go with this, I have not read the book? It is not even my book it belongs to hubby.

The book is by Ruth Scurr and is called Fatal Purity, ( Robespierre and the French Revolution)

What does it mean to me…

Bring down the *Estates.

A Tanka

Times are a changing

Life needed rearranging

The three estates fought.

The clergy, nobles and poor

Old order to be no more

For years France was divided into three Estates. The First Estate was the clergy. The Second Estate was the nobles. The Third Estate was everybody else. As usual the first and second estates kept the third downtrodden, poor, hungry and abused. As always happens, eventually the Third Estate rose up and the French Revolution was born .

The Bastille was stormed on July 14 /1789 the rest, as they say is History 😀.

Song Lyric Sunday. Give/Giving.

This has to be a quicky this week as I have not got much time. So I shall not mess about. This week HelenVahdati has given us the Prompt Give/ Giving for her weekly #SLS challenge.

I have picked one of most commercial, not to mention catchy pop songs ever written. From 1987 Never Gonna Give You Up. Sung by Rick Astley written and produced by Stock Aitken Waterman.

Song Lyric Sunday. Lost.

Hey up Helen, so sorry you are not feeling too good. I really hope that you can get better soon.

This week’s prompt for Song Lyric Sunday is Lost.

I have chosen Lewis Capaldi he is a fantastic Scottish singer songwriter from West Lothian.

I have chosen a video of him sing live. His voice is pure , raw and really touched me. His lyrics have the same qualities as his voice.

“Lost On You”

Lately I’m getting lost on you
You got me doing things I never thought I’d do
Never spent so long on a losing battle
Lately giving up don’t seem to matter

Everyday I’m a slave to the heartache
And you’re wasting away every night
I don’t want to leave you lonely
But I’ve run out of love this time
You know that I adore you
Though I couldn’t give enough
Hope you’ll be safe in the arms of another
‘Cause I can’t take the weight of your love

Lately I’m getting lost on you
I tore your world apart like it was nothing new
Never bled so much when I didn’t have to
I’ve given up on a life lived after

Everyday I’m a slave to the heartache
And you’re wasting away every night
I don’t want to leave you lonely
But I’ve run out of love this time
You know that I adore you
Though I couldn’t give enough
Hope you’ll be safe in the arms of another
‘Cause I can’t take the weight of your love

I had a hold on your soul
But I lost my grip, let you go
I should’ve carried us both

Everyday I’m a slave to the heartache
And you’re wasting away every night
I don’t want to leave you lonely
But I’ve run out of love this time
You know that I adore you
Though I couldn’t give enough
Hope you’ll be safe in the arms of another
Cause I can’t take the weight of your love, of your love
Hope you’ll be safe in the arms of another
Cause I can’t take the weight of your love

Song Lyric Sunday. Hide, Hidden, Hiding.

This week our prompt for Helen Vahdati‘s Song Lyric Sunday is Hide, Hidden, Hiding.

Well I like this challenge.

I have chosen first Imogen Heap with Hide and Seek.

Another of my favourite singer songwriter’s clever songs.

Hide and seek

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me ’round again and rub my eyes.
This can’t be happening.
When busy streets amass with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won’t catch me around here)
Blood and tears (hearts),
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s all for the best? Of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s just what we need? And you decided this.
What you say?
Mmm, what did She say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
(hide and seek)
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me ’round again and rub my eyes.
This can’t be happening.
When busy streets amass with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won’t catch me around here)
Blood and tears (hearts),
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s all for the best? Of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s just what we need? And you decided this.
What you say?
Mmm, what did She say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
(hide and seek)
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.

And for good measure an oldie Goldie written by the Beatles. Hey you’ve got to hide your love away. But with a modern twist here it is sung by the great Oasis

Here I stand head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she’s gone I can’t go on
Feeling two-foot small
Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
How can I even try
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them
In the state I’m in
How could she say to me
Love will find a way
Gather round all you clowns
Let me hear you say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love awayere I stand head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she’s gone I can’t go on
Feeling two-foot small
Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
How can I even try
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them
In the state I’m in
How could she say to me
Love will find a way
Gather round all you clowns
Let me hear you say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away

Both sets of Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics

Scary October 8

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is a Vampire’s Tale

In the shadows she stands alone

Jealous of those on their way home.

Fingers ripping at her neck,

Slowly her blood drips down her white skin.

Longingly, she weaves her dreams but her hopes wear thin.

Her thoughts full of sin, watching those who who walk in the light.

She wants their bodies she craves their fright

She needs their blood she wants to devour them whole.

Here eyes searching for a victim to steal their soul.

To infect her victim with that to which there is no cure.

She watches him as he walks home from work, clean and pure.

The burning ache deep within her drives her to distraction.

She aches for him, she burns for him , she must take action.

Blood lust makes her bold and brazen she steps out of the shadows to attract him.

He moves towards her beguiled by her pale skin.

Excited by what he sees. Her body barely covered by her cape

Attracted by her jet black eyes not knowing she is fake.

His juices rising from deep within …a desperate need to sate.

Come, she whispers licking her lips

He slides his hands along her hips

She acts all soft and coy

Moving her body to his, he’s suddenly filled with joy.

He thinks she likes him, that he will have his way

Unsuspecting he follows her into the alleyway.

From human hustle and lights they move.

The danger lights should be flashing , the warnings he refuses to hear.

Too busy to notice her eyes change colour and her lips flush blood red.

She lets him slip inside of her. Lights explode in his head.

She lets him reach his highest delight , as her fangs sink in his neck

She sucks him dry and leaves him for dead.

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