One-Liner Wednesday: P.C. gone mad!

Polictical correctness is changing our lives! The lastest madness is Mother’s Day will become Birth Person Day! What???

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The above will be a thing of the past! NOOOOOOOOO!

PART OF LINDAGHILL’S ONE LINER WEDNESDAY.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 454 BERRIES and Winter

Haiku Challenge
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Blood red and snow white.
Forrest berries of winter
Pain and innocence.

PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE.

A life given in love. Mum Gentle She Was.

My mum has been dead a long time over 20years. I still miss her so much. I wrote this poem in her honour. I tend to bring it out most years.

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Gentle she was.

Gentle she was, a young woman of means, beautiful in her Marcel Wave she was.

A hair dresser with her own salon, a teaser of hair and tresses.

Then the quiet Irish man took her eye and her heart.

Not impressed were her parents with the young Irish trade unionist from the motor trade.

Time eventually brought them round to accept the vows the young couple had made.

Grief she bore when her fist born died at six months

Brave she was to have more. Three girls then two boys , and two more angels lost in-between.

Then after all was finished, came me making six.

Hard she worked to bring us up and support her quiet man who was there for her too.

Kind she was, good and open hearted she was.

The door always open to family and waifs and strays

Big hearted she was to all who past through our door.

Always there she was, with words of wisdom and comfort.

Her beautiful heart shone through her eyes.

Patient she was but there was temper there if needed,

She was not strong or mean but if needed her children and her man she would defend to the death!

Beautiful she was in features and in heart

There was not task she would not finish if she had made a start.

Cried for her daughters she did as her man gave them away

And when her sons went too she had a proud day.

Together alone by themselves again.

Happy she was full of the business of her quiet man.

Yet she was always ready to talk and help and ease our pain.

Cleaver she was but not school or college wise she was wise in life and love and truth and need.

Lonely she was when her man was taken ,

Wept she did as she wanted to join him.

Lost she was without the quiet man .

Heart broken she became though she threw herself in to caring for grandchildren.

Gone she was before her body, her mind and soul went to him.

Lost to us she was, a smile here and there maybe a flash of recognition.

Unknowing of all around her she was, sad eyed frighted lamb lonely, lonely.

Tiny she was sadly lost to us long before,

Gone into her mind to find her quiet man.

Tears we shed for her,we wept in grief and I in anger because so long had she been gone and I had wanted to talk to her,

But gone she really was.

Anemones her favourite flowers were they always remind me of her.

I forgave her for leaving me and now accept she had to go

As by the side of her quiet man was where she had to be.

Never to be forgotten.

Song Lyric Sunday: Blue Grass Good Old Boys.

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Hi it’s Sunday and time for Jim Adams to bring us this week’s prompt for Song Lyric Sunday, which is Blue Grass Music .

Bluegrass music is a genre of American roots music that developed in the 1940s in the Appalachian region of the United States. The genre derives its name from the band Bill Monroe and the Blue Grass Boys. Like mainstream country music, it largely developed out of old-time string music, though in contrast, bluegrass is traditionally played exclusively on acoustic instruments and also has roots in traditional English, Scottish, and Irish ballads and dance tunes as well as in blues and jazz. Bluegrass was further developed by musicians who played with Monroe, including 5-string banjo player Earl Scruggs and guitarist Lester Flatt. Monroe characterized the genre as: “Scottishbagpipes and ole-time fiddlin’. It’s a part of MethodistHoliness and Baptist traditions. It’s blues and jazz, and it has a high lonesome sound.”

Now I find Blue Grass a very interesting it spans many years and locations . It’s very easy on the ear …now that may not be quite true, it’s very easy on my ear it may not be everyone’s cup of tea or coffee. I have chosen a very old song by a comparatively modern group.

Man of Constant Sorrow by Home Free.

Home Free is an American country a cappella group of five vocalists: Austin Brown, Rob Lundquist, Adam Rupp, Tim Foust, and Adam Chance. Starting as a show group, they toured with approximately 200 shows a year across the United States. The group won the fourth season of The Sing-Off on NBC in 2013. They sang an arrangement of Hunter Hayes‘ “I Want Crazy” as their final competitive song, earning the group $100,000 and a recording contract with Sony. More information Wiki

Man of Constant Sorrow” (also known as “I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow“) is a traditional American folk song first published by Dick Burnett, a partially blind fiddler from Kentucky. The song was originally titled “Farewell Song” in a songbook by Burnett dated to around 1913. A version recorded by Emry Arthur in 1928 gave the song its current titles.

There exists some uncertainty as to whether Dick Burnett is the original writer. In an interview he gave toward the end of his life, he was asked about the song:

Charles Wolfe: “What about this “Farewell Song” ‚Äď ‘I am a man of constant sorrow’ ‚Äď did you write it?” Richard Burnett: “No, I think I got the ballad from somebody ‚Äď I dunno. It may be my song …

read more about the origin of the song here.

I am a man of constant sorrow
I’ve seen trouble all my day
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised
(The place where he was born and raised)

For six long years I’ve been in trouble
No pleasures here on earth I found
For in this world I’m bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now
(He has no friends to help him now)

It’s fare thee well my old lover
I never expect to see you again
For I’m bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I’ll die upon this train
(Perhaps he’ll die upon this train)

You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
(While he is sleeping in his grave)

Maybe your friends think I’m just a stranger
My face, you’ll never see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I’ll meet you on God’s golden shore
(He’ll meet you on God’s golden shore)

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: John Allen / Scott Mills / Traditional / Victor Carrera

I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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The Tranquility Toolbox ‚Äď Tranquil Thursday #6

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This week for Tranquil Thursday Maggie From Cave Walls said : “How we deal with chaos is our choice. It is not always an easy choice, but ultimately our responses are up to us, with a few exceptions course. We can choose a hot bath or a long walk. We may opt for a cup of tea or a shot of whiskey. Maybe a handful of cookies or an hour in a warm bath is more your style. Sometimes a chat with an understanding friend is all you need, while someone else may want to lose themselves in a good book.”

Can you recall a particularly chaotic or stressful time in your life? How did you manage the stress?

Many, Many and I always did still do retreat into my head….. Music, poetry and writing . Imagination I suppose imagine my self away from the fear, pain , grief … Here is my theme tune.

Where is the one place in the world where all your troubles disappear ‚Äď even if only for a moment?

The eyes of those I love

Do you like for other people to try and raise your spirits or do you prefer to deal with things on your own?

I prefer to sort myself out but I do accept help if I can’t drag myself up .

What quote, song, book, or movie serves as an inspiration to you when things get tough?

When I was learning to walk again after breaking my back the second time the songs of Imogen Heap really kept me going especially when I was in pain and walking was the last thing I wanted to do. Her voice in my headphones really helped. Especially Breathe.

Does solitude quiet your mind or do you need to pump up the volume?

I love quiet but I love music, radio or a talking book even more.

Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday Poetry Challenge #49. Use DISAPPOINTMENT as your inspiration this week.

Why are things never as we would wish them to be.Very almost but not quite.
We spend time wondering why we fail time and again, that keeps us awake at night.
Disappointment is a bitter pill to swallow, it hurts, it makes us hollow.

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PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY SIJO CHALLENGE.

Love Is In Da Blog: Day15

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Good Morning Bee Halton’s prompt for Love Is In Da Blog is A Love Song from a Female Artist . Those of you who know my blog will know I just love Imogen Heap, I have chosen her collaboration with IAMX . An unusual love song but I absolutely love it.

My Secret Friend” is a song performed by¬†IAMX¬†and¬†Imogen Heap, released as the third single from the album¬†Kingdom of Welcome Addiction. The CD single is available only through the IAMX webstore.

The music video, directed by Chris Corner, features Corner dressed as a woman, the video’s lead female character, and Heap as a man, the lead male character. He stated in an interview that when he wrote it he pictured the characters as siblings, who have a romantic, possibly incestuous, relationship.¬†The video is featured on the CD single. Information Wikipedia

You have loved
You were not alone
You have braved the weather
When the storm cut you to the bone
There was always shelter

My secred friend
I’ll take you to the river
My secred friend
We can swim forever

In your skin
To die a little death
This time there’s no code word
When everyday frays in hollow ends
Dream sweet love submersive

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Christopher Anthony Corner / Imogen Jennifer Jane Heap

My Secret Friend lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

Love Is In Da Blog: Day 13.

Today‚Äôs prompt from Bee Halton for Love is in Da Blog ¬†is “A Jazz Love Song from your 30s.

Well I have never been really into Jazz at any age so the the nearest song to Jazz and my thirties is Careless Whisper from George Michael due to it having a fabulous saxaphone rift but a great back story! It was released in 1984 when I was 31 years.

Careless Whisper” is a song written by¬†George Michael¬†and¬†Andrew Ridgeley. Released on the 1984¬†Wham!¬†album¬†Make It Big, the single release was credited either to¬†Wham! featuring George Michael¬†(in North America and several other countries) or solely to¬†George Michael¬†(in the United Kingdom and some European countries) as it became apparent, that at some point in the near future, Michael would be embarking on a solo career.

The song features a prominent¬†saxophone¬†riff, and has been covered by a number of artists since its first release. It was released as a single and became a commercial success around the world. It reached number one in nearly 25 countries, selling about 6¬†million copies worldwide‚ÄĒ2¬†million of them in the United States.

In 1981, Michael was working as a DJ in the Bel Air restaurant near¬†Bushey,¬†Hertfordshire. Michael explained in his autobiography,¬†Bare, that he conceptualised “Careless Whisper” based on events from his childhood. Michael wrote, “I was on my way to DJ at the Bel Air when I wrote ‘Careless Whisper’. I have always written on buses, trains and in cars. It always happens on journeys¬†… With ‘Careless Whisper’ I remember exactly where it first came to me, where I came up with the sax line¬†… I remember I was handing the money over to the guy on the bus and I got this line, the sax line¬†… I wrote it totally in my head. I worked on it for about three months in my head.”

“When I was twelve, thirteen, I used to have to¬†chaperone¬†my sister, who was two years older, to an ice rink at¬†Queensway¬†in London,” he explained. “There was a girl there with long blonde hair whose name was Jane. I was a fat boy in glasses and I had a big crush on her‚ÄĒthough I didn’t stand a chance. My sister used to go and do what she wanted when we got to the skating rink and I would spend the afternoon swooning over this girl Jane.”

“A few years later, when I was sixteen, I had my first relationship with a girl called Helen,” Michael continued. It had just started to cool off a bit when I discovered that the blonde girl from Queensway had moved in just around the corner from my school. She had moved in right next to where I used to stand and wait for my next-door neighbour, who used to give me a lift home from school. And one day I saw her walk down the path next to me and I thought ‚Äď now where did SHE come from? She didn’t know it was me. It was a few years later and I looked a lot different. Then we played a school disco with The Executive and she saw me singing and decided she fancied me. By this time she was that much older and a big buxom thing ‚Äď and eventually I started seeing her. She invited me in one day when I was waiting for my lift and I was … in heaven.

Michael observed that after he stopped wearing glasses, he began getting invited to parties. “And the girl who didn’t even see me when I was twelve invited me in,” he noted.

So I went out with her for a couple of months but I didn’t stop seeing Helen. I thought I was being smart ‚Äď I had gone from being a total loser to being a two-timer. And I remember my sisters used to give me a hard time because they found out and they really liked the first girl. The whole idea of “Careless Whisper” was the first girl finding out about the second ‚Äď which she never did. But I started another relationship with a girl called Alexis without finishing the one with Jane. It all got a bit complicated. Jane found out about her and got rid of me¬†… The whole time I thought I was being cool, being this two-timer, but there really wasn’t that much emotion involved. I did feel guilty about the first girl ‚Äď and I have seen her since ‚Äď and the idea of the song was about her. “Careless Whisper” was us dancing, because we danced a lot, and the idea was ‚Äď we are dancing¬†… but she knows¬†… and it’s finished.

Andrew Ridgeley came up with the chord sequence on his¬†Fender Telecaster¬†he had received for his 18th birthday.¬†They continued to work together on the music and lyric both at Michael’s house in¬†Radlett, and¬†Shirlie Holliman’s¬†aunt’s basement flat in Peckham, where Ridgeley was living.

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Love Is In Da Blog: Day 11

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Today is Day eleven of Bee Halton’s Love Is In Da Blog. Today’s prompt comes from Mel¬†at ‚ÄúCaramel ~ Learner at Love.‚Äú¬†and is A Love Song about forgiveness. Thanks, Mel, for this thought-provoking prompt. Please check out her blog.

I have chosen“Je te pardonne”¬†I forgive you. Sung by Ma√ģtre Gims and and features one of my favourite singers Sia.

The song by¬†Congolese‚ÄďFrench¬†singer and rapper¬†Ma√ģtre Gims¬†featuring Australian singer¬†Sia¬†(for the remix), from the album¬†My heart was right¬†, released in 2015. The song was released on 18 March 2016 as the sixth single from the album. Information Wiki.

You asked me for forgiveness, I pushed you away (pushed back)
Tu m’as demand√© pardon, j’t’ai repouss√© (repouss√©)

I wanted you to understand that I suffered (I suffered)
J’voulais qu’tu comprennes que je souffrais (je souffrais)

But you left your scent on the sheets (on the sheets)
Mais t’as laiss√© ton odeur sur les draps (sur les draps)

I would give everything to be in your arms (in your arms)
J’donnerai tout pour √™tre dans tes bras (dans tes bras)

And I tried to hate you but the anger left
Et j’ai tent√© d’te ha√Įr mais la col√®re est partie

I made room in my heart
J’ai fait d’la place dans mon cŇďur

I want you to know that I miss you
Je veux qu’tu saches que tu m’manques

May the good memories outweigh the hate and resentment
Que les bons souvenirs l’emportent sur la haine et la rancŇďur

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh

I couldn’t find the strength to go on without you
Je n’ai pas su trouver la force de continuer sans toi

Oh oh oh oh oooh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oooh oh oh oh

Whatever you did to me, I never want to say goodbye to you again
Quoi que t’aies pu m’faire, je n’veux plus jamais te dire au revoir

‘Cause I ended up forgiving you
Car j’ai fini par te pardonner

I ended up forgiving you
J’ai fini par te pardonner

We pass each other without a glance (a glance)
On se croise sans se lancer un regard (un regard)

I don’t know what to say when someone remarks to me (the remark)
Je n’sais quoi dire quand on m’fait la remarque (la remarque)

Our entourage tries to reason with us (reason)
Notre entourage tente de nous raisonner (raisonner)

I think it’s time to find each other (find each other)
Je pense qu’il est temps de se retrouver (retrouver)

And I tried to hate you but the anger left
Et j’ai tent√© d’te ha√Įr mais la col√®re est partie

I made room in my heart
J’ai fait d’la place dans mon cŇďur

I want you to know that I miss you
Je veux qu’tu saches que tu m’manques

May the good memories outweigh the hate and resentment
Que les bons souvenirs l’emportent sur la haine et la rancŇďur

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh

I couldn’t find the strength to go on without you
Je n’ai pas su trouver la force de continuer sans toi

Oh oh oh oh oooh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oooh oh oh oh

Whatever you did to me, I never want to say goodbye to you again
Quoi que t’aies pu m’faire, je n’veux plus jamais te dire au revoir

‘Cause I ended up forgiving you
Car j’ai fini par te pardonner

I ended up forgiving you
J’ai fini par te pardonner

I will follow your steps until the middle of the flames
Je suivrai tes pas jusqu’au milieu des flammes

I’m begging you, don’t leave me
Je t’en supplie, ne me laisse pas

I’ve been in the dark since you left
Je suis dans le noir depuis que t’es partie

I’m begging you, don’t leave me, don’t leave me
J’t’en supplie, ne me laisse pas, ne me laisse pas

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh

I couldn’t find the strength to go on without you
Je n’ai pas su trouver la force de continuer sans toi

Oh oh oh oh oooh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oooh oh oh oh

Whatever you did to me, I never want to say goodbye to you again
Quoi que t’aies pu m’faire, je n’veux plus jamais te dire au revoir

‘Cause I ended up forgiving you
Car j’ai fini par te pardonner

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh

I couldn’t find the strength to go on without you
Je n’ai pas su trouver la force de continuer sans toi

Oh oh oh oh oooh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oooh oh oh oh

Whatever you did to me, I never want to say goodbye to you again
Quoi que t’aies pu m’faire, je n’veux plus jamais te dire au revoir

‘Cause I ended up forgiving you
Car j’ai fini par te pardonner

I ended up forgiving you
J’ai fini par te pardonner

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Adama Diallo / Gandhi Djuna / Karim Fall / Renaud Rebillaud

Je Te Pardonne lyrics © Concord Music Publishing LLC, Gohan Music, Peermusic Publishing, Wati B Editions.

Love Is In Da Blog: Day 6.

Good morning I am a day late with day six of Bee Halton’s Love Is In Da Blog. The prompt was : A Folk Love Song from your tweens.

Well I was a older than what I consider my tweens I was tween twenty and thirty when this song was first popular but group were around in my tweens so hopefully it counts. The song is a traditional English Folk song and it’s great to sing along with or dance to!

All Around My Hat by Ste

The song¬†“All Around my Hat”¬†is of nineteenth-century English origin. In an early version,¬†dating from the 1820s, a¬†Cockneycostermonger¬†vowed to be true to his fianc√©e, who had been sentenced to seven years’¬†transportation to Australia for theft¬†and to mourn his loss of her by wearing green willow sprigs in his hatband for “a twelve-month and a day”, the willow being a traditional symbol of mourning.¬†The song was made famous by¬†Steeleye Span¬†in 1975, whose rendition may have been based on a more traditional version sung by¬†John Langstaff. Information Wikipedia

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