Knife Crime.

There is blood on the floor

It trails in through the door

The Nurses are tired

Surgeons sick to the core.

Another young life

Cut short by a knife

Never to mature

Or have a child or a wife.

At least one everyday

Just statistics they say

As young as ten

Injured or worse life taken away.

Gangs growing feral

Young kids leave home at their peril

No matter your age

No one is safe from knife rage.

Song Lyric Sunday. Bus/Truck/Lorry. 6/10/2019

This week Jim Adams at Newepiauthor has given us the prompt :Bus/Truck/Lorry. For Song Lyric Sunday.

I chose The Magic Bus by The Who. It was written by Pete Townshend and released in 1968. I had left school that year and was training as a window dresser. In a boutique called Birds, honestly it was called Birds and in was in West Ealing , West London.

The Who were a West London group and so my friends and I were big fans….. Fun days.

Happy days.

Mum, Me and Steve the dog back in the day.

Rites of Passage: Last rites II

A journey of fear? A journey of knowledge?

The Silent Eye

We began our walk by once again drawing a sphere of Light around our party. As we walked along Cressbrook Dale, we were careful not to colour any impressions our companions might pick up about the place. We shared a little history and geology, but it was not until we stopped by the mouth of a small cave that we began to speak of its ‘alternative’ history. Even so, it seemed that they were already tasting the atmosphere for themselves and their reactions could be read on their faces, from what looked like disgust through to delight.

The cave is a low, two-pronged shaft at the base of a cliff. It is an uncomfortable crawl to get inside, as years of fallen stones line the passageways that disappear into the darkness; we would not ask them to enter.

Instead, we gathered at the mouth of the cave for a guided…

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Skin Deep.

I needed to write, so here is an Etheree and a Tanka about enduring devotion.

I

See you

My baby

Such joy you bring

Me. I do not see

What other people do.

Beauty is only skin deep

Your devotion makes my heart leap.

You may not have too pretty a face.

Who needs beauty when you can have pure grace.

*****

And you my sweet dog

Always my best support.

Happy together

We have been made immortal

Still one, a beautiful thought.

A little tribute to Emily Carr her monkey Woo and her faithful dog Billy.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 144 #SynonymsOnly

Colleen’s fabulous Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Colleen M. Chesebro

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Hi! I’m glad to see you here. Are you ready to write some syllabic poetry?

Here are your two words for this week:

“Enchant & Fly”

HERE’S THE CATCH:You can’t use the prompt words!SYNONYMS ONLY!Except for the first challenge of the month ~ then, the poets get to choose their own words. ❤

PLEASE support the other poets by visiting their blogs and leaving comments. Sharing each other’s work on social media is always nice too.

This challenge is for Haiku, Senryu, Haiga, Tanka, Haibun, Etheree, Nonet, Shadorma, and Cinquain poetry forms. Freestyle rhyming poetry is not part of this challenge. Thank you. ❤

For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, you can write your poem in one of the forms defined below. Click on the links to learn about each form:

HAIKU IN ENGLISH

SENRYUINENGLISH

HAIGA

TANKA IN ENGLISH

HAIBUN IN ENGLISH

CINQUAIN& the variations on

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Twittering Tales: Trina Makes Up Her Mind

A excellent tale from Robert

Art by Rob Goldstein

Trina Makes Up Her Mind

Trina learned the power of ones and zeros from the
elephant God, Anjana.

Anjana took ones and zeros to make mice.

He taught Trina to use them to make minds.

Trina studied her mind for flaws; she trimmed it to
perfection.

When she finished, she used it to fly to New York.

239 characters

This is an entry for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #152–– 03 September, 2019

Twittering tales Kat Myrman Twittering Tales Kat Myrman

Rob Goldstein 2019

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Song Lyric Sunday 7th September 2019.

Hi it’s Sunday again and time once more for Song Lyric Sunday. Our host Jim Adams has set us the prompt of: Bird/Fly/Sky/Wing.

My first thought was Gorge Harrison, my favourite Beatle taking the lead with his song Blue Jay Way. I do believe that is where he stayed for a while in the Hollywood Hills.

“Blue Jay Way”
Written by George Harrison.

There’s a fog upon L.A.,
And my friends have lost their way.
“We’ll be over soon,” they said.
Now they’ve lost themselves instead

Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long for I may be asleep

Well, it only goes to show
And I told them where to go
Ask a policeman on the street
There’s so many there to meet

Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long for I may be asleep

Now it’s past my bed I know
And I’d really like to go
Soon will be the break of day
Sitting here in Blue Jay Way

Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long for I may be asleep

Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long

Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long

Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long

Don’t be long, don’t be long, don’t be long
Don’t be long, don’t be long, don’t be long
Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics

And of course Spread your Wings by Queen . lyrics in the Video.

Parents. Cinqku.

© willowdot21 2019

Parents

Now long gone.

Guiding hands missed

Conversations now lost

Forever.

*******

A cinqku must always have 5 lines and a perfect seventeen-syllable count. The lines typically follow a 2,3,4,6,2 format. There is no title requirement on the second line. As for syntax and diction styles, it follows the free Tanka style originally. There are no metric requirements for a cinqku poem. Additionally, the final line must contain a cinquain or kireji turn for emphasis.

Realization A Cinqku.

Today

Life looked me

Between the eyes

Caught within car headlights

Mown down.

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A cinqku must always have 5 lines and a perfect seventeen-syllable count. The lines typically follow a 2,3,4,6,2 format. There is no title requirement on the second line. As for syntax and diction styles, it follows the free Tanka style originally. There are no metric requirements for a cinqku poem. Additionally, the final line must contain a cinquain or kireji turn for emphasis.

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One-Liner Wednesday. 28th August 2019.

An entry for the alternative dictionary.

Eavesdropped : House structure calamity.

This bit of silliness is part of Lindaghill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

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