This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.
Trees shiver limbs bare
Roots struggle in frozen ground
Winter’s in full flare.
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 343 BARE and Full
01 Feb 2021 11 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Poems, Ronovanwrites Tags: Bare, cold, Full, Winter
Measured with a Thermometer. Song Lyric Sunday.
28 Jun 2020 44 Comments
in inspiration, Music, song challenges, Song Lyric Sunday, songs Tags: Annie Lennox, cold, freeze, Hot, Jim Adams, Melt, Midnight Oil, Protest Songs
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 Zealand, South Africa and Canada, No. 3 in the Netherlands, No. 5 in France, No. 6 in the United Kingdom, Australia 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]
“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
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 Cold, Colder 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
05 Nov 2019 20 Comments
in Autumn, Poems, Tuesday Tanka Tags: #Poet’sChoice, autumnal Tanka, cold, Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 152, Dead
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 daysBurning leaves, and bonfire haze
Dark early, cosy up
Harvest in, the ground is dead
Hopes and dreams for life ahead.
Twittering Tales #136 – 14 May 2019
14 May 2019 26 Comments
in Stories, Twittering Tales Tags: #136, 14 May 2019, cold, Heat, Kat Myrman, Twittering Tales
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?”
(276 Characters)
This is part of Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.
Misty Autumn Morn
21 Oct 2018 14 Comments
in Poems Tags: cold, dog walking, 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
25 Mar 2018 17 Comments
in Poems Tags: cold, Day 25, Essence, Jane Dougherty
Not feeling well today can’t get warm. So my essence reflects this.
Tired of being so cold
Run fleeing, warmth to hold.
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Thursday
26 Nov 2015 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: cold, damp, day, Thursday wet
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
08 Nov 2014 8 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: cold, dark, Empty spaces, Nano Poblano, nightmare
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.
02 Oct 2014 30 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Autumn, cold, dark, fog, harvest
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.
28 Aug 2013 12 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: blood lust, cold, Crows, humour, joke, ran, Vampires
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.
