K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge 15/7/18.

A nightmare meal.
K’lee is setting the theme for this week’s K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge and he has picked another enigmatic prompt for us. Pieces of a dream, in black and white.

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The first two are the inevitable entrance to a dark corridor with no light at the end of it.

Secondly evil escaping from a tree.

And then a drunken Vampire Bear.

Followed by the evils of drink!

Finally the stuff of all nightmares.

#CosPhoChal

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Terza Rima Day 15. Life.

This Month Kat Myrman has suggested a new theme for the daily poem—the Terza Rima, writing one stanza each day.
A terza rima consists of stanzas of three lines (or tercets) usually in iambic pentameter. It follows an interlocking rhyming scheme, or chain rhyme. This is where the middle of each stanza rhymes with the first and last line of the following stanza. There is no set length to this form, as long as it follows

I shall be joining Kat Myrman and Jane Dougherty in this challenge.

Life… A Terza Rima,

Young and happy to be alive

Learning lessons daily sharing our new life

We had to learn to grow and thrive.

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Installment 15 of Life for this month’s Terza Rima Daily Poem Challenge, one tercet at a time.

Dashed Hopes.

I thought I could see the light

Hope crept into my darkest night

Silly me I dared to hope

Now it’s snatched away I cannot cope.

Fickle fate why do you treat me so

Why do people give me hope then say no!

Stupid me why do I believe

To be slapped down and left to grieve.

Song Lyric Sunday. Break.

This week HelenVahdati has given us the Song Lyric Sunday prompt of Break.

Break is a very apt prompt for me this week. On Tuesday evening I fell badly whilst out walking the Ruby. After a visit to A&E and xrays it was established that there were no breaks but soft tissue, tendon and muscle damage! I have a technicolour foot and leg. I am still hobbling and can’t walk far but I am on the mend. Pictures below are my foot and leg today.

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I have pick a really old one. It is Breakaway by the Springfields released in 1961.

Dusty Springfield was in the Springfields with her brother Tom before she hit the big time.

Just a little snippet of information. Dusty Springfield, real name Mary Isabel Catherine Bernadette O’Brien went to school with my eldest sister.

#songlyricsunday.

Terza Rima Day 14. Life.

This Month Kat Myrman has suggested a new theme for the daily poem—the Terza Rima, writing one stanza each day.
A terza rima consists of stanzas of three lines (or tercets) usually in iambic pentameter. It follows an interlocking rhyming scheme, or chain rhyme. This is where the middle of each stanza rhymes with the first and last line of the following stanza. There is no set length to this form, as long as it follows

I shall be joining Kat Myrman and Jane Dougherty in this challenge.

Life… A Terza Rima,

And so our journey is begun joined by an invisible tether

Into our new life we blindly drive

Ignoring the pitfalls of life , newlyweds wrapped up in eachother.

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Installment 14 of Life for this month’s Terza Rima Daily Poem Challenge, one tercet at a time.

Kat Myrman has really summed up the News of the world this week! Headlines – Terza Rima Finit

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for SoCS July 14/18

This week LindaGHill of Life in Progress has given us a three letter word for our #SoCs prompt. Any three letter word of our choice. We need to start our post with this word and for extra points finish our post with a three letter word. Oh! She also said have fun.

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Say we can

Say we can make this right

That we can escape endless night

Reignite the warmth of the sun

Revive mother nature before she’s done.

Say we can save the bees

So they can pollinate the flowers and the trees.

Please can we rehydrate the barron earth.

To somehow from this death bring about rebirth.

Say we can all live as one

Something we have never done

Let us work together it won’t be fun

We need to save the earth and sun.

Mavis

Photo from Pixabay

Mavis had such long , dark and curly hair

When she went out those she met would stop and stare.

Her eyes were pools of swirling deep emotions

Fathomless, holding more secrets than any of the worlds’ oceans.

Her lips full and always painted ruby red

Stark contrast to her pale neck , where Vampires fed!

One close inspection it was obvious to see

In and out those curls, the occasional flea.

The come hither eyes just meant to suck you in

And on close inspection she has awfully blotchy skin.

Looking closer her lips were far from perfection

The stench from her rotting teeth was not beyond detection.

First appearances are not what they always seem

So don’t get sucked into her nightmare dream.

I am sure that you all know “All that glitters is not gold ”

And fingers should be warm and tingly , not ice cold.

Photo from here
Mavis had such long , dark and curly hair

When she went out those she met would stop and stare.

Her eyes were pools of swirling deep emotions

Fathomless, holding more secrets than the worlds’ deepest oceans.

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This is a reworked poem from 2014.

Folk tales, local legends and fairy stories? – Guest posts wanted!

Attention all holders of the secrets of ancient Lore.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

It is five o’clock here in England and my daily featured spot is empty again. I feel unwanted, abandoned, bereft… Here I am, all ready to welcome guests, and not a guest in sight! I could just sigh and reblog a post I have enjoyed, or I can use the space to offer it  to you. I already have the regular Be My Guest and the Elusive Realities series detailed below, but what if I asked for something else?

I love learning about different times and places, especially the kind of lore that seldom makes it into books. The blogosphere has no nationality and encompasses the whole world…  what better place to learn?

How did your granny predict the weather? What did your great uncle Albert tell you about the little green men he saw in the woods that night? What strange creature stalks the woods in your area?

So…

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