Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 343 BARE and Full

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

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Trees shiver limbs bare
Roots struggle in frozen ground
Winter’s in full flare.

Measured with a Thermometer. Song Lyric Sunday.

It is Sunday again and I do love a music prompt, not too much work involved, which is good for me as I still don’t feel like too much heavy lifting heavy blogging yet so I could not resist Jim Adams and his Song Lyric Sunday Challenge.

This week the prompt words are Cold/Freeze/Heat/Melt

On the hot side I immediately thought of Midnight Oil and one of best protest songs ( in my opinion) Beds are Burning . A protest song about how The Aborigines are treated. A fact how all Original races have been treated by invaders over time and even now all over the world.

Beds Are Burning” is a 1987 song by the Australian rock band Midnight Oil, the first track from their album Diesel and Dust. This song was released as the second single from the album. It reached No. 1 in New ZealandSouth Africa and Canada, No. 3 in the Netherlands, No. 5 in France, No. 6 in the United KingdomAustralia and Ireland, No. 17 in the United States and Sweden.

After Midnight Oil toured through the Outback in 1986, playing to remote Aboriginal communities and seeing first hand the seriousness of the issues in health and living standards, Peter Garrett wrote “Beds Are Burning” to criticize how said populations were often forcibly removed from their lands, highlighted by the pre-chorus lines “it belongs to them, let’s give it back”. Considering such a local affair inspired a worldwide hit, Garrett commented “Who would have thought an Aboriginal land rights song would travel that far?”[4] There are specific references to certain Australian places and politics, such as Kintore Ranges and the town of Yuendumu, vehicles produced by the Holden company, the “It’s Time” slogan and the notion of “fair go“.[5]

More information here

“Beds Are Burning”

Out where the river broke
The blood-wood and the desert oak
Holden wrecks and boiling diesels
Steam in forty-five degrees

The time has come
To say fair’s fair
To pay the rent
To pay our share

The time has come
A fact’s a fact
It belongs to them
Let’s give it back

How can we dance
When our earth is turning
How do we sleep
While our beds are burning

How can we dance
When our earth is turning
How do we sleep
While our beds are burning

The time has come
To say fair’s fair
To pay the rent
Now to pay our share

Four wheels scare the cockatoos
From Kintore East to Yuendemu
The western desert lives and breathes
In forty-five degrees

The time has come
To say fair’s fair
To pay the rent
To pay our share

The time has come
A fact’s a fact
It belongs to them
Let’s give it back

How can we dance
When our earth is turning
How do we sleep
While our beds are burning

How can we dance
When our earth is turning
How do we sleep
While our beds are burning

The time has come
To say fair’s fair
To pay the rent now
To pay our share

The time has come
A fact’s a fact
It belongs to them
We’re gonna give it back

How can we dance
When our earth is turning
How do we sleep
While our beds are burning

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And on the cold spectrum why not Annie Lennox and Cold. One of her most beautiful songs this one is very special to me. Not sure why because it is obviously all about a toxic relationship. It just goes to show you don’t pick your favourite songs they pick you.

Cold” is a song by the British singer Annie Lennox. It was released as the fourth single from her 1992 album, Diva, and reached no. 26 in the UK. The single was released as a series of three separate CD singles, titled ColdColder and Coldest. Each CD featured the track “Cold” as well as a collection of live tracks. It was the first single to chart in the UK Top 40 without being released on vinyl, solely on CD.

That’s all for now Folks I am worn-out (Darn light weight)

Have a great Sunday everyone 😘

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 152, #Poet’sChoice

It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Poets choose your own words.

This challenge is for Haiku, Senryu, Haiga, Tanka, Haibun, Etheree, Nonet, Shadorma, and Cinquain poetry forms. 

So what to choose it is Autumn and all that entails so here we go. I think I will go with a Tanka. My two words are Cold and Dead. I believe the rules on the first of the month mean we don’t need synonyms. So here is an Autumnal Tanka.

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Cold, damp Autumn days
Burning leaves, and bonfire haze
Dark early, cosy up
Harvest in, the ground is dead
Hopes and dreams for life ahead.
Image from Pixabay

Twittering Tales #136 – 14 May 2019

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Photo by NRD at Unsplash

Too Damn Hot.

Every evening Julia would find the fridge open! It was so annoying such a waste of energy.
With a sharp intake of breath she slammed it shut, checked on the evening meal and left the kitchen.
Julia never heard the frustrated scream of the Fridge. “Why put me next to the oven?”
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This is part of Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.

Misty Autumn Morn

Autumn mists adorn the fields

It’s early yet and has an eerie feel.

There is not a soul to see

Only the mist, Ruby and me.

So we make our way around

Where a hoary silver paints the ground

The sun is trying to burn through

Above the mist are skies of blue

There is a faint pink tint to cloud

The mist still hanging like a shroud.

So we turn homeward bound

Past the old house our muffled tread makes no sound.

Essence Day 25

Not feeling well today can’t get warm. So my essence reflects this.

Image from Pixabay

Tired of being so cold

Run fleeing, warmth to hold.

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Day 25 of Jane Dougherty’s Daily Essence Poem Challenge.

Thursday

Thursday, tired ,wet and  cold  day

Rushing round  town day, meet for  coffee day

Home wet  day , heavy shopping day

Write  the Christmas  cards day.

Nothing much else to  say  day!

Empty House Nonet : Day 8 Nano Poblano

Silence creeps around  the old  dark house

All quiet, quiet as a mouse .

Suddenly bang goes the door

Louder than ever before.

It was the north wind

Rushing right through

Dancing leaves

Lifted

High.

Autumn Thoughts.

All the leaves are dancing  swirling down

Undulating  in the breeze round and round

Tumbling  rumblings underground

Urgently  creatures searching for   their stores underground.

Mists  in the mornings, chilly  nights soon be fireworks after  Halloween  frights!

New seasons  Harvest Moon, witches and pumpkin men  will be here soon!

 

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The sun’s heat  is  waning  and the nights  are drawing in

Chilly winds are swooping round corners and  whipping up  the leaves

Early morning porridge, make sure  you wrap up the cold will nip your skin.

Summer sadly  has taken her up her shoes and left us the dark mornings to grieve.

Ready  for the harvest ready  for shorter  days

Time to get out  your  winter  coats  and your furry boots

The long  and lazy days  of  summer  have vanished in a haze.

Cars  driving with their lights on early, listen out for their  warning toots!

The Argument.

I know that it is  raining  I can see that it wet

But you are my familiar  and not a blooming pet!

I have asked you nicely I have even said please

Now go and get me food or I shall infest you with flees.

 

Excuse me, Lady  Mistress, this does not seem quite right

Just where in my contract does it say I have to work for you at night!

You have run me ragged every minute of today

I am tired now and my feathers are wet and here in the warm I need to stay.

 

Pardon me, my fine feathered friend pardon me my beauty

I am not requesting  that you get me food I am demanding that you do your duty.

I am the one in charge not you , I am the tortured soul of a Vampire

You do as I bid  and brook me not.Go, go on, What are waiting for, wet weather attire.

 

Well Mistress that would not go amiss for I am not a duck,

And if I get lost  you will miss out and that would be such bad luck.

Be Gone Get out and find me fresh blood

And if you play your cards right I shall dip you in the stream on your return to remove the mud.

 

 

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