COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 199 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT OR #SYNONYMSONLY

Our Hostess with thmostest Colleen said :”You can choose the Ekphrastic  #PhotoPrompt provided by Trent McDonald, or you can choose the #SynonymsOnly challenge using the words “MOVE & MAKE” provided by David Ellis.

OR… You can do both! It’s up to you#

This week I have decided to write a Etheree using Trent MacDonald’s photo and David Ellis‘s words. I used glide, skimming and sailing for move and create and manufacture for make.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA: Milford Pond

I
Glide through
Life, serene
Swanlike skimming
Not a ripple seen
Sailing through like a dream
Nothing betrays the madness
Created by my feet beneath
Autumn colours also manufacturer
A gentle serenity to fool all.

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

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Halloween Nightmare.

A Witch’s worse nightmare.

Image from Pixabay

It is hard when you’re witch,

Your presence gives polite society an itch.

When you float by in your latest gown

Women scream and men hit the ground.

Now all of the above could be a boon

Were it not Halloween very soon.

It is not my job to please them.

It is enough to make you shout and scream

When your hair looks good on Halloween.

A careless sprite has cleaned my dress

Dabbed away all signs of mess.

No that really can’t be right, looking tidy on All Souls Night.

To make it worse I just received a call to say

My Vampire friends can’t come and play.

OH! tell me what’s a girl to do

I think I am coming down with flu.

I think I have really lost the plot, that guy over there just told me I look hot!

photo credit

Look at me, I look like a fairy,

What’s going on, I should be Bloody Scary Mary!

No, I did not think so,

Eek! I just looked in the mirror where did all my attitude go?

What is a self respecting witch to do

Some pesky imp has used all my goo !

There are only four days left until Halloween

And I look like a Fairy Queen.

It gets worse, damn, this just is not fair

None of my rags are fit to wear.

They all make me look stunning .

This is the work of evil and cunning

I guess I shall just have to go and hide

Looking like this, the gossip I’ll never survive.

I shall just climb into a box

And dine on pig’s swill and slops.

I just don’t know what I have done

I even crave a little rest in the sun??

Help, this is not right I am a creature of the night.

Some sneaky sprite has put a hex on me.

The only thing I can do is flee.

The A Mused Poetry Contest 10/17 – 10/23/2020

Welcome to the A Mused Poetry Contest! Chelsea Owens said “Come, tickle your funny bone or leave us in stitches!”

The theme for this week is a Diamante poem about gold-diggers

Thomas
Lythe, handsome
Pleasing, flattering, dancing
Money, diamonds, bedroom, cars.
Coaxing, grabbing, ageing
Arthritic, Madame.

This is part of The Mused Poetry Contest.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 328 DUST & Weed

The Challenge Words!

DUST & WEED

Not sure how to write a Haiku? Click HERE for a quick How to write Haiku Poem in English Form with links to posts for other forms of Haiku.

Image from Pixabay.

I am dust under foot
You treat me worse than rubbish
Crush me like a weed.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Song Lyric Sunday. Yes or No.

So here we are again it’s Sunday and time for Song Lyric Sunday. Our host Jim Adams has given us the prompt Yes or No.

Well this week I want to share one of my , not so well kept secrets. Okay you can all calm down its not Imogen 💜💜💜. No it’s my love of Bollywood and Indian/ Asian music. Where else can you get such happy music, storytelling, wonderful colours and dancing not to mention blinding teeth?

I am not feeling brilliant so I have gone for just one song. It’s called Yes or No. No real idea what it is about, but who cares it’s so happy!

Jass Manak (born 12 February 1999) is an Indian Punjabi singer-songwriter. He is known predominantly for the songs “Prada”, “Suit Punjabi”, “Lehanga”, “Viah” and “Boss”. His single “Lehanga” has featured on the UK Asian Music Chart and also the Global YouTube weekly chart.

Manak started his singing career with his debut song “U-Turn” in 2017. In 2018, he released “Without You” but rose to prominence with his song “Prada” which is one of the most-streamed hit songs in India. In 2019, he released his album Age 19. In the same year he sang “Rabb Wangu” and “Bandook” for the Punjabi movie Sikander 2. His single “Lehanga” was ranked No. 22 and No. 5 on the Global and Indian YouTube music weekly charts respectively. His latest track is YES OR NO Manak also become one of the most-listened-to artists in Punjab on YouTube.Manak is associated with the music label Geet MP3, which was founded in 2016. He released his new single “Shopping” on 13 February 2020 and a new album, No Competition on 19 August 2020.

As songwriter

Manak has written most of his own songs, including “Prada”, “Lehanga”, “Boss”, “Viah” and every song from his debut album Age 19. He also wrote songs for singers Karan Randhawa and Nishawn Bhullar. In 2019, Manak wrote the song “Surma Kala”

“Yes Or No”

Haa tainu leke jaan nu main pind firda
Chad den saare kamkaar sohniye
Jeede ch ghumauna tainu din raat ni
Mehngi jee main lae leni ae car sohniye

Tainu leke jaan nu main pind firda
Chad den saare kamkaar sohniye
Jeede ch ghumauna tainu din raat ni
Mehngi jee main lae leni ae car sohniye

Wo oh oh, say yes or no
K mere naal pind chalegi
Wo oh oh, say yes or no
Meri mehngi car vich bahegi

Gal sun tainu ni main sach dasda
Tere kolo aundi good vibe sohniye
Tere dad kol tera hatth mang k
Tainu main banona meri wife sohniye

Gal sun tainu ni main sach dasda
Tere kolo aundi good vibe sohniye
Tere dad kol tera hatth mang k
Tainu main banona meri wife sohniye

Wo oh oh, say yes or no
K mere naal vyah karegi
Wo oh oh, say yes or no
Meri bebe di tu nooh banegi

Dinner karadu candel ni
Har week dava du sandel ni
Budget bujatt da fikar na kar
Baby everything I can handle ni

Dinner karadu candel ni
Har week dava du sandel ni
Budget bujatt da fikar na kar
Baby everything I can handle ni

Wo oh oh, say yes or no
K manak de naa rahegi
Wo oh oh, say yes or no
Bus manak manak kahegi

Lyrics from AtoZ lyrics

Love it , love it.

This is part of Jim Adams Song Lyric Sunday.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 17/2020

Badge by Shelley Krupa

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a word you have to look up.” We all have words we can never spell. Use one of yours in your post and let that word drive your stream of consciousness where ever it goes. Have fun!

Image from Pixabay.

I have to admit I am not very good at spelling but I usually manage even if I do have to occasionally look a word up. There is a word though that I often get wrong and have to check up on regularly . That word is NECESSARY I often have to look that one up. I think it must be the number of C’s and S’s they just confound and confuse me. It’s a tad like Anniversary I always want to spell it as Anniversery? Why I just don’t know. Then there is adversary I think that should be adversery but again it is not. Anyway I am so late with this one so I am going to stop now before you think I am totally illiterate!

Is it ever necessary

To be an adversary to a fairy

Especially on their Anniversary?

This is part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Running for life.

Running for  Life

Step after step I drag myself through the rain

Blind to all around me , my  mind closed to the pangs of pain.

Fear, hatred and panic screaming in my head, loathing coursing in my veins.

Step after  blooded step, I run and yet it is gaining.

I stumble and fall , legs and arms grazed I crawl no point in complaining.

Hot breath on my neck I shudder in fear I smell his rank sweat as he draws near.

I feel his claws scrape at my flesh, I loose a scream of primal fear.

Ripping at my dress and  hair I run for my life, to look over my shoulder I don’t dare.

No choices left to me, naught I can do . I stand and face the beast  for death I prepare.

Eyes red as the devil, pure evil it seems, closing on me, my worst of dreams.

Caught in his clutches, mercy is not on the cards, so  I beg for divine intervention.

His nostrils flaring, baring his fangs letting me live is not his intention.

Finally all I can do is fall on my knees and pray , why must this horror be my last of day.

Suddenly after a thunderous noise a white flash as lightening  carved him in half God be praised.

Broken and bleeding I lay in the mud,my life slipping out of me no fight left no more……..

Introducing my great niece Saffron Collins.

Right guys this is a bit of a departure for me but family pride strikes again. This young talented lady is my great niece Saffron Collins. Great niece as in my nephew’s daughter, that said she is a great artist. The top videos is one of her songs from two years ago.

Saffron is a songwriter, musician, arranger and producer.. Those of you who know me will know why she reminds me of my favourite Imogen Heap… not necessarily sound wise but definitely talent wise. Saffron spent most of her school life and early musical career in the U.A.E. making her mark on the local scene in Dubai and Abu Dhabi. Well the family are back in the UK. This post is to showcase her latest E.P. Album below. Good luck Saffron. Give it a go I hope you like it 💜

check her out here ,

As her dad says : “Saffron was A-Z music, lyrics, production, mastering…. really proud of her ability to create. As a music fan I love them all…. no cookie cutter sound!” And I agree with him 💜

#writephoto Photo Prompt :Unlit Beacon

Sue Vincent has been setting us Thursday photo prompt your years now. Sue encourages us to use the image in her fabulous photos. This is a prompt from 2016 The photo prompt is of an unlit beacon against the stormy sky to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark,

Sue is fighting her own battle against cancer at the moment she needs all our love support and healing vibes, as does Mary Smith , Bee Halton. Also Ellen Best and Abigail Johnson and many more I don’t know of. I am sending love to all whether I know you or not consider yourself hugged.

Unlit Beacon

No one remembers now why the beacons are always lit at dusk. No one even questions the reasoning behind the daily task of building the beacons only for them to be set a light just before dark.

It was a fair system, one person from each household was chosen to be a beacon builder and the leader of each village, town or city would light the beacon every night.

There was no argument about the system it just worked. Years turned into centuries,centuries into millennia and the system stayed and the beacons lit the nights and could even be seen from transplanet shuttles. Yes just like the water on the planet the light from the beacons shone out into space.

Even now in this modern age of enlightenment, space travel, planet wide peace,computors and universal translators the beacons are lit . No one knows why, no one knows who started this tradition? Why does no one care, am I the only inquiring mind on the planet.

So I did enquire, I searched the uninet. I spent hours in Libraries of Antiquity I even asked those in charge, the politicians, the leaders even the old ones ….. no one could or would answer. 

Then about three nights ago my phone rang, no one there, a wrong number I thought. So I went to bed. It was about 1am when they came, the men in grey suits and white faces. They smashed down the doors and thumped up the stairs they woke my wife and my children. I heard their screams. The last thing I  remember as I was being dragged from the house was my wife’s voice and the sight of all our phones and uninet equipment being packed up.

They kept me in a dark room for two days, I think, as I became unsure of the passage of time. At regular intervals they brought me out for questioning. They used force, kindness and rationality and finally drugs .

I told them I just wanted to know about the beacons, no I  was not working with anybody else. I had found out nothing at all. After a while I realised they knew nothing either! They were disappointed that I had learned nothing.

At some point today they brought out from room and gave me some clothes and a watch. We went by private transport to a military  base I was escorted on to a transplanet shuttle. We landed at five in the evening. They brought me to a becon on a deserted hill. Miles from anywhere. By 6pm I knew my fate. I was chained up inside the beacon. I am sad that I never found out about the beacons, I  am devastated that I shall never be able to tell my family I love them. I am afraid to burn. 

Dusk is here now and I am all bloodied from struggling, hoarse from shouting. The flames have started I can feel the heat. I look up and see the most glorious sunset. The flames bite and I give in to death…

6am, an hour before the becon builder would arrive for work a man in grey raked through the ashes of the beacon untill he found the watch capsule.He took it to the unmarked car he had arrived in and put the capsule into the player. After listening to the man’s account of his search and his end he sighed deeply. 

Later at the meeting with his supervisor he said”No sir he new nothing either” He took a sip of his coffee but it tasted bitter.

BCAM: October 14th

Red shoes kicking again in support OF Abigail Johnston and BCAM .

No Half Measures

Language matters.

Let me say that again, language matters.

Here’s how Adiba describes how MBC patients look at the “battle” terminology:

As a person who loves control and wants to have control, losing control over so many things as a forever patient has been a rough transition for me personally. One thing no one has control over (except, of course, God) is how our bodies respond biologically to the treatments. No two people are exactly alike and no treatment results in the exact same result.

We don’t have any control over how our bodies respond or the cancer cells, so we have no way to “fight,” and the end of that metaphor is we “lose” when we die. Once we are diagnosed, we have lost. We have lost the ability to make a difference by anything under our control. Don’t rub it in by using this language, don’t minimize our…

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