The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 3, 2021. Who/ Whom.

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with who/whom” Begin your post with either “who” or “whom” and go from there. Have fun!

Who do I think of when I think back to my pre-teen days when all my brothers and sisters where all alive and at home. Who was who back then, Teresa Mary, Mary Anne, Frances Jane, Anthony Conrad, John Patrick and me , there had been three more but I never knew them and of course there was Mum and Dad.

Music played a huge part in my young life, in all our lives but I was the youngest and the one who soaked up the magic.

Mum loved the big musicals of the time, Carousel , Paint your Wagons, South Pacific. Now Dad he loved the classics, Maria Calis was exactly who my Dad really liked .. I learned to a appreciate Mum and Dad’s music at a young age.

Teresa loved Pat Boone, Frances loved Elvis and Cliff, Mary…well I can’t remember who Mary really liked back then but in later years she was into big shows and jazz. My brother Tony was heavily in to Johnny Mathis for whom I have a great liking still. Then there was John Patrick who was absolutely besotted with Buddy Holly and Adam Faith both of whom I also like.

So how can I finish this post? Well I am going to say that there is one of the afore mentioned artists of whom I am very much enamoured and that is Adam Faith! My favourite song of his is …wait for it…WHO AM I and here it is .💜

This is part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. #SoCs.

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 208, #THEMEPROMPT

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Image by Biljana Jovanovic from Pixabay
This weeks theme is:

“Holiday Traditions”

What is tradition? By definition, tradition is:

  • The passing down of elements of a culture from generation to generation, especially by oral communication.
  • A mode of thought or behaviour followed by a people continuously from generation to generation; a custom or usage.

Colleen said. “I consider all of you to be part of my poetic family, so let’s create a huge collaborative garland cinquain (2/4/6/8/2) sequence of poetry that connects to each other like a garland of poetry wrapped around a holiday tree.”

Christmas Traditions.

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Christmas
Life memories
Christmas Eve shopping done.
One the bus, we’re all talking fun.
Mum’s tired.

Home to
Warm house and Dad
Hot cuppa can’t be bad.
Fir tree waits for its festive garb.
Cosy.

We all
Make paper chains
Huddling around the fire.
Singing carols,like a choir
Tuneful

Baking
Mum in kitchen
The smell is delicious.
Mince pies by the dozen, tempt us
Scrummy.

Then off
Off to church they
All go, Mum and I dress the tree.
It’ll be ready when they return
To see.

Christmas
Memories to
Hand down, decorating
The hearth and tree, cosy, cooking.
Sleepy.

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka

The Madness of Wills.

It’s nipping at my head
Making me wish I was dead.
My body’s attacking me
As well as stress you see

The bastards grind us down
Pushing under, they watch us drown.
All they want is money
All we want is peace.

They want the highest price
They may as well throw a dice
As our throats they slice
Betraying us times twice

Those siblings are a joke
A Will turns family to smoke.
The Executor’s job’s bespoke
He’s on a limb,no help, no hope.

The brother makes Cane and Able
Like best friends round a table.
Causing trouble at every turn
I hope the bastard burns.

*****

The illustration used above is a painting by Dorothea Tanning

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 155 #SynonymsOnly or #Theme-Thanksgiving

This week you have a choice. You can write about the #Theme of Thanksgiving (thankful, grateful, family, etc. whatever that word means to you)

OR

here are your two words for this week:

“End & Hurry”

Hopefully they travelled
Across the Atlantic Ocean
Praying for safe delivery
Pleased at first sight of land
Yearning for all they had left behind
Thankful to be safely delivered
Hopeful of a brave new world
Aching in soul and body
No one shirked their duties
Kindred spirits they worked together
Spring, Summer and Autumn brought their hardships
Giving thanks to their God
Indians watched them from afar
Vainly struggling in a hostile world
In fear they struggled but
Never giving up they reached harvest
God saw them through and they gave thanks.

So as I did an Acrostic poem which is not within our remit so here is a Tanka. A synonymous Tanka not using the words End and Hurry.

Thanksgiving Tanka
It comes to a close
The year gently closing down
Only to speed up
Thanksgiving with family
It all ends so happily.

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka.

Christmas Cheer

Image from Pixabay.

See the reflection in the Christmas ball

Does it tell the truth, does it show us all?

The presents around the tree are they really what you see?

Is everyone as happy as they appear,

All relaxed and full of good cheer.

Did the food all get to the table without a hitch

Did we get on all day without someone being a bitch.

Are grannie’s jumpers really brill?

Did your sister’s mince pies make you ill.

Do you really need another drink?

No, just chuck those glasses in the sink!

If you are not happy, don’t tell me today.

At Christmas everything has to be hidden away.

The drunk can still beat his wife Uncle Nobby can rob a young child of their happy life.

Nothing changes nothing ends, Peace and quiet does not descend.

The poor are still poor and hungry

The irritable are still brutally angry.

Sadly all the bad things don’t go away.

Just because it’s Christmas Day.

Christmas Cheer.

See the reflection in the Christmas ball

Does it tell the truth does it open up and show us all?

The presents around the tree are

They really exactly what you see?

Is everyone as happy as they appear,

Are we all relaxed and full of good cheer.

Did the food all get to the table without a hitch

Did everyone get on all day with out thinking someone is a bitch.

Are grannie’s jumpers really brill? Did your sister’s mince pies make you ill.

Do you really need another drink ,

No don’t just chuck those glasses in the sink!
If you are not happy, don’t tell me today

Because Christmas is supposed to be special and so all has to swept up tidy and hidden away.

The drunk can still beat his wife

Uncle nobby  can rob a young child of their peaceful life.

Nothing changes nothing ends,

Peace and quiet does not descend.

The poor are still poor and hungry

The irritable are still  brutally  angry

Sadly all the bad things do not go away

Just because it’s Christmas Day.

Hanging on by a broken thread.

I am loosing  my  tenuous  grip  on life

My place   in  the  scheme is  slipping  away

Am I  needed, as  mother , lover or  wife.

Slipping  further  in to  darkness  every  day.

 

The words more  bitter  and  harder  to  take

Loosing  those  I love , the  ties  cut as they leave

It hurts  as I feel   my  heart shatter  and  brake

Don’t  want  to pretend anymore  it is  too hard  to fake.

 

So I  bury  my  head  in  music and  try  to  ignore  the pain

Just  Hanging on  by  a broken thread.

 

 

Betrayal : Haiku

Small mark on a  page

A faceless democracy

Why cause so much rage.divorce_38

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Hard words cut so deep

Like a  knife  stuck in your heart

Poison from them seeps

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Betrayal hurts  more

When it  comes  from  those  you love

Watch your back for sure.

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Nonet.EXASPIRATION.

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Exaspiration

Slapped down , guilty without a trial
Not one good deed gone unpunished
Shouted at made to feel vile
Accused of betrayal
Shut out and banished
I sadly fail
To explain
How I
Feel.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Image found here

If we were having Coffee : Gym, laundry, and JuJoJan

If we were having Coffee: I would  remind  you  that  there  are lots of  other  coffee mornings  all shared  and organized  By  Diana  and  Gene’O  over at,Part time monster

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Do join in

Come on  in  it is nice  to  sit  and  have a  chat  after  all  the  hustle  and  bustle  of  the past  few days.   I  can  still entertain  you  all  with tea  and coffee  from all over  the world not to mention all our cakes  and muffins  and  as Paul  calls  them sweets! Every single  one  is  calorie  free! Plus of course  we now have spirits  and liquors  to warm the coldest of  you.

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If we  were having Coffee:  I would  say  welcome  and  do  come on  in , find  a  seat  and  help yourselves  to  what  ever  you fancy. It  has been a  very  busy  week  with  Just Jot  It  January    nearly into  it’s third  week and  all organized  by  the  extremely talented Linda G Hill   over  at  Life in Progress . It  has  been  very interesting  and  not  without it’s  trials! Worth  checking out  so  many talented  people  joining in!

If we  were having Coffee:  It  has  also been  a very  busy  week  in  the  real  world  too  where  I have  been  busy  getting  back  to  normal  after Christmas  and New Year! Back  to Pilates, this  term  with  a new class  and instructor. The  new  instructor  is  very  different  to  the previous  one, but I  do like  her so  watch  this  space. Also  it  was back  to  core  class. After  two months off  it  was  extremely hard!   Still I am   determined  to get  back into  my  routine   and  my  gym  buddy  L  is  up  for it  too!

If we  were having Coffee:  I  would  ask  you  would  you like  another  coffee  or  something  to eat? Today  is  a  busy  Sunday  as  we have  the hubby’s  mother  coming  over and  we  are taking her  out  to lunch. Not  only  that  but  I  have  a  coffee  morning  with  the  girls  I  used  to  work  with . There  is a  monthly  Sunday  Morning  gathering  at  one or  the  other  coffee  shops in  the  town. It  is  always  a  noisy  and  fun  affair  with lots  of  news  and  catching up  to  do!

If we  were having Coffee: It  has  been  a  busy  week  with  our middle  son  finally  deciding   to  sort out  the  many  boxes  he has been  storing in our  garage  for years! This has involved  him making  many trips  to  the local  municipal dump! Unfortunately  for  me  he has  found  lots  of  his  clothes  that  he had  thought  he  had  lost  and  so  who  has  been  suckered  in to  washing  drying  and ironing  them??? Well he  does have  the  biggest  brown eyes!!

 If we  were  having  Coffee:  I would  have  to  say  we  are  all  sill  waiting  patiently   for  our  dear  Paul  Curran   to  rejoin us here at  the  coffee  share   but  until he is  well enough  and up  and  running again  we  shall  have  to  bide our  time!

For  now  everyone  Be  well  and  happy!

If we were having Coffee Original idea  from parttimemonster.

And of course  the

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  WEEKEND COFFEE SHARE

over at Part Time  Monster  and Gene’O’s

Okay  hugs  to  you  all  until  next  week! xxxx

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