Thursday Photo Prompt, Flow.

This week’s #writephoto, Thursday photo prompt, from Sue Vincent of Daily Echo is entitled flow.


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              Flow

“Stay” were the last words her master had said.

Stay she did until sadly she was dead.

Long days and nights she waited in turn.

Lovingly waiting her master’s return.
Mother Nature took pity on her

Decided her decay she would defer.

Gently covering her features with grass and moss.

Nature tried to ease her death and her loss.
The river passed her everyday

The waterfall sings to her while at play.

Pleople come to visit her from far and near.

They pat her head and stroke her ear.
Meanwhile  from up above 

She sits with her master, her love.

In death they are united

They have eachother at last reunited.

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Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 51 #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: GIFT & SONG

This week the talented Colleen Chesebro of Fairy Whisperer has set us the two word prompt of Gift and Song.

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Young and beautiful

Also gifted with a voice

Which made all rejoice.

Her velvet tones made hearts beat

Lifting every soul she touched.

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #167 Touch&Miss

This week Ronovanwrites has given us the two words Touch and Miss for his Weekly Haiku Challenge. 

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I miss your sweet touch

It gives me reason to live

Your touch means so much.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Vol.

This week LindaGHill of Life in Progress has given is ‘vol’ as our #SoCs prompt. We can use it as part of any word as long as it is fun to do.

Welcome back home Linda and I am glad that you and Alex are both okay.

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             Voluptuous red. Haiku.

 Shade with deep volume

Voluptuous red petals

High voltage colour.

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           Evolution Tanka.

Evolution is 

Convoluted by nature

Involved and growing.

It’s not a frivolous thing

Revolving in the cycle

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 50 #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: VOICE & WATCH

This  part of  Colleen Chesebro Weekly Haiku, Tanka and Haibun Challenge. This week the prompt words are Voice and  Watch .

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           Counting Stars

Watch the stars above

Repeated the voice of love

Take in their brightness

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             The Voice.

 The voice cried, watch out

There’s hidden danger about

Ears and eyes watch out.

Sue Vincent, Thursday Photo Prompt. Scattered.

This week Sue Vincent, Birthday Girl, of Daily Echo, has given us a rather special photo for our #write photo this week. 

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                 Scattered.

No one knew where the souls went

After their time on earth was spent.

Silence always fell as they left

Their loved ones empty and bereft.

Those left behind looked for the answer

But it evaded them  like a dancer.

Then a child look up one night

To skylight and saw the light.

Scattered, fractals gleaming so bright.

Look he cried I see the whole story

They are all safe , up there in their glory.

Twittering Tales#49.

This week Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding has given us a very interesting photo as or Twittering Tales Prompt.

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Bare feet pounding down the hallway  so many doors. Help someone help! Arriving at reception in her pyjamas. Help please I think he has gone.

RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #165 Passion&Play.

This week for his HAIKU PROMPT CHALLENGE Ronovan has given us the two exciting words Passion and Play.

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For the first Haiku I have taken the words literally and it is about the Passion play which is a yearly event in Bavaria Germany in Oberammergau.

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Oberammergau

 Gethsemane to Chalvery

Passion play, Christ’s life

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My second Haiku is about the dangers of gambling.

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Gamblers love to play

Devowered by the passion

Their money, thrown away.

9 / 11 Death from the Sky.

I wrote these two poems  in 2011, I have reblogged them since but I am going to post them again today. Remember the Dead yes but remember the living too!  and Death from the sky.

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They could of not of known when they woke up how they their day would pan out. They had no idea that their life would never be the same .Their world simple, no longer safe and with no doubt.

They all boarded the plane, the train, the bus the car some even walked. They all followed the pattern of life they could not know what was to be. They greeted the news vender, bought coffee met friends, talked.

Arriving at the airport, the fire station, the precinct building,the hospital or paramedic  station,  the office whatever or they waived them off before taking the kids to school, all for the last time ever.

They knew they were different they had planned this for months, they knew exactly what they wanted to do. They wanted to kill they were not like the others that morning. They were not like me or you.

2,752 souls

It all started out so ordinarily boring even nothing different or new God knows what was in their minds as in to the targets their captors  flew. The people at work taken unaware those in the street stood mesmerized as they watch the ball of flame from which the black smoke rose.

The fire crews , police and paramedics

were scramble and into action flew when the news came that there was another plane flying into the other tower, yes two!

Helicopters police and news crews where there trying to rescue a few but even if they could of reached the roof with all that smoke what could they do.

The day had been unremarkable when the air controllers watching over Washington’s  skies saw a plane on course for the Pentagon OH! God it happened in front of them death en route  before their very eyes.

184 souls

The people on the plane suffered the same as their fellow passengers in New York  not all of the souls on the ground perished thankfully some lived and walked. The dark and heat and the choking acrid smell must of been so terrifically shocking in fact it must of been like hell.

Who knows where the passengers on the fourth plane found the fortitude and the strength,with the crew they decided to fight back. They tried their very hardest to avert this evil hijack . They phoned friends and loved ones and told them all to be brave, then they all gave their lives for they wanted another city from an air crash to be saved

Both heros and hijackers all dead

They couldn’t of known what was before them when they all set forth on that morn . No one in the world would ever of thouht how a nations heart would be ripped and torn. We grieve for those on the aeroplanes we grieve for those on the ground we grieve for the keepsakes that were lost not all of them found.

Remember those souls today, carry your stories in your heart think of the innocents airborne and grounded their lives all blow apart .

Don’t forget as you think of them today the many, many heroes and heroines who found strength to help on that day. The police, firemen, paramedics who picked up illnesses  from the smoke debris and detritus that engulfed them , they could not get out of the way. The doctors and the nurses who worked like the others till they dropped on their feet and don’t forget the ordinary good souls who help they were minutes before passers by on the street.

So God Bless the Dead and their families we will never forget them, but spare a thought for your cities’ heroes and heroines some of them ill and suffering yet . God Bless the services of  Stonycreek  Township and Shanksville Pennsylvania  and Washington and New York. They all worked so hard and selflessly and that is what makes it so unfair, they, whilst working in the dust, metal spray and smoke clouds their lungs were damaged by the air.

So God Bless the living  make their suffering less, we will always remember you as you did your very best. And so to all the families I can not equate your loss , the secretaries and colleagues drinking buddies or the boss, it is the same for all of you let our thoughts and prayers help you carry on.

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DEATH FROM THE SKY

 Twin Towers

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Two Towers stood by the water , they were tall and they were strong. People thought that they were safe, within their walls they would throng. Sadly though for all their beauty, people  were so wrong. Two thousand , seven hundred and fifty two souls perished on that September day. Two planes, death in the sky , homed in on the towers and all the souls on the planes knew  that they would also die.

They were not alone a plane headed into Washington and the Pentagon found. One hundred and eighty four perished there, smashed into the ground. There was even another plane on an evil errand  the good souls on that flight attacked their captors and brought them down in a field in Pennsylvania.  All souls lost their lives.

The killing has not stopped and will not for a long time yet for many are still suffering . The deadly dust that came from the towers frightful collapse was full of deadly things. So say say a prayer for those who died that day and remember those who still are suffering.

Let them and their families know that we shall not forget.

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 And let’s not forget those who have died or had their lives changed since. There have been attacks all over the world I shall not mention them by name but we are with you. In the name of good we must not forget

Song Lyric Sunday Revenge/ Vengeance.

Helen Vahdati   has  set us  a  great  challenge  .. Revenge  and  Vengeance! I  have  chosen  Miranda  Lambert singing  Kerosene! ..This  girl  deals  with  Vengeance it  the  right  way… Not  like  me  I  just  smile  and  carry  on …. not  good  for  the  soul but it is  easy!

Goodness  knows  the  world is a  bad  enough  place  with out us  all taking  the  most  of  revenge. That  said  it  doesn’t  mean   I  wouldn’t like  too!

So I  wrote  a poem about it  a  couple of  years  back… remember  I  wrote it  I  did  not  do it!

PAY BACK  

written  by  me  14 May  2012

At last she’d found the killer shoes with heels as high as a stalk. Slender,  black and pointy she’d planned  not far to walk!

At last she had found the nail varnish to emboss her toes. Each and every inch had to be right .Well the varnish was, it’s name was ‘Bloody Rose’

At last she had perfected the walk all crissy crossy leg and wiggly wiggly hips and red lipped smile to make him squirm and beg!!

At last, oh! yes at last

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Finally she’d found that dress, the dress she knew he would love short enough to display her legs but long enough to emphasise the delights just above!

Finally she found the seamless panties sheer but lacy thin and an “up and at em” magic bra, that  he would be dying to get in!

Finally she had also found some real silk stockings and  matching suspender belt. It was just simply amazing that she could not explain how empowered she finally felt.   Finally, Oh! yes finally.

Not forgetting her crowning glory, her lustrous shiny black hair. You know the type, it makes girls weep and grown men stop and stare.

Not forgetting her make up, the blusher she did not spare. Dark long lashed smoky eyes and ‘Blood Red’ wet look lips. For the shocked looks she had no care.

Not forgetting her finger nails she’d had them painted as her toes with little sparkles on each nail in the pattern of a rose.

Not forgetting where to meet him she arrived ten minutes late. As she entered  everyone turned in shock OH! Yes that made her feel great!  Not forgetting Oh! no not forgetting.

No hurry now she whispered as they had their drink, she flashed her eyes and licked her lips. I am in here, he began to to think. She crossed her legs delicately making sure he got a peep so he could see the stockings. His expectations  beginning to make him weep.

No hurry, again she whispered in to his ear, she could feel his breath on her neck and his lips were very near. She could feel his heart beating as his his fingers brushed her breast she lent forward to him so he could see the rest.

No hurry she said as she lead him to their room as he rushed her through the door his passion in full bloom. He took off  his jacket and undid his shirt she unzipped her dress which slipped to floor leaving her there in a silken underskirt.

No hurry she said as she undid his flies her beautiful underwear brushing against him brought forth soft sighs! Gently she whispered I met your wife last week, fear hit him in his gut and his passion just went all limp and weak.

No hurry she whispered you’ve always told me not to rush no wonder we only meet in secret away from prying eyes you did not want to be seen  with me and you have told me so many lies. He tried to talk but she stopped him, some pressure she applied he could not move or stop her then his knees gave way and he cried.

Curled up on the floor his trousers around his shoes between his legs a swelling and a nasty bruise. I’ll call you an ambulance she said as she finished getting dressed No hurry sweety , Oh! no, no hurry you just lie there and rest!

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Miranda Lambert Lyrics

“Kerosene”

I’m waitin’ on the sun to set cause yesterday aint over yet
I started smoking cigarettes there’s nothing else to do I guess
Dusty roads aint made for walking, spinning tires aint made for stoppin’
I’m giving up on love cause love’s given up on me

I gave it everything I had and everything I got was bad
Life aint hard but it’s too long to live it like some country song
Trade the truth in for a lie, cheating really aint a crime
I’m giving up on love cause love’s given up on me

Forget your high society, I’m soakin’ it in Kerosene
Light ’em up and watch them burn, teach them what they need to learn HA!
Dirty hands aint made for shakin’, aint a rule that aint worth breakin’
Well I’m giving up on love cause love’s given up on me

Now I don’t hate the one who left
You can’t hate someone who’s dead
He’s out there holding on to someone, I’m holding up my smoking gun
I’ll find somewhere to lay my blame the day she changes her last name
Well I’m giving up on love cause love’s given up on me
Well I’m giving up on love HEY love’s given up on me

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