The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 3, 2022

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with why.” Begin your post with the word “why.” Have fun!

I went deep into my darkside for this one.

imagr from Pixabay

Why

Why am I so angry why am I so low
You’re driving me to distraction, why? I do not know.
Always putting everyone else first, but not me.
Always pardoning others for reasons I can’t see.
If I try to tell you to let them take their turns
You round on me and give that look that burns.
I’m sick of being wrong, having to zip my mouth.
Why not put me first, why?

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THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S SoCs

K.L. Caley’s #writephoto: Slit.

When we left Morgarna and Merlin on a strange alien planet in another galaxy…Morgarna was not best pleased to be a frog.. if that was not bad enough things are just about to get worse for her!

Slit – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writersthe image shows an ancient window slit beyond which you can see water and trees.

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Morgarna woke with a start she was alone and it was dark. “Merlin , where are you …shit Merls stop messing around where are you? ” She was just about to curse the fact that frogs don’t smoke when she realised she was no longer a frog, she had arms, legs and a body and her bag.”What the hell’s going on now?” she thought as she reached for her bag and her cigarettes and lighter.
As she lit her cigarette the light from her lighter illuminated stone floors and walls, she recognised immediately she was in a castle, cold damp but nevertheless homely to a scouceress. Who’s castle and when or even where she was. She was herself, not a frog…no Merlin ? No poor sod he was still a frog on some far flung planet in some distant galaxy.. facing who knows what problems…..as she smoked her cigarette she felt a pang of worry for him. She quickly dismissed that with a drink from her trusty bag!


While Morgarna was familiarising herself with the Castle Merlin in a Marshy pond slept soundly the sleep of one who did not yet know the true gravity of his situation.


Slit – Image by KL Caley.

Morgan could see a slit of light at the far end of the passage, it was an arrow slit, she was drawn towards it. Approaching it carefully she looked out carefully….she didn’t fancy an arrow in the eye, well no one would , would they.
The scenery looked familiar “Northumberland” she thought to herself and my goodness, way, way back in time. Well it all looks quiet out there I best go out and see what’s happening. This can’t be anything to do with Leonardo we sorted him out so what’s going on?
Slipping a spell of invisibility about herself Morgarna passed all the servants and the guards as she headed down the steps and passed through the kitchen, helping herself to some cold swan as she passed a plate full on table near the back door.
“Humm this is good” she thought to herself, looking at the surroundings she guessed she was probably near the coast and looking at the dress and accent’s of the servants she was here before these parts were owned by any English king. No these folk were Anglo Saxon but not English.


Morgarna followed the path down to the beach and looked out to the horizon, she wrapped her cloak around herself as there was a keen wind coming up from the sea. As she watched the horizon she saw five very distinct forms appear, Long ships gliding through the waves their strippy sails caught in full wind, they looked menacing! “Vikings” she said to herself ….her words were carried on the wind, sadly no heard them.
There was no one else on the beach, Morgarna stood there trying to pinpoint where she then it came to her in a flash….this was the year 993 and these Vikings were victors no more no less and this was Banburgh Castle. ….why was she here? There was no point, the history was written in stone. So nothing to correct and no wrongs to right” This was the location of a Celtic Brittonic fort known as Din Guarie and may have been the capital of the kingdom of Bernicia from its foundation in c. 420 to 547. After passing between the Britons and the Anglo-Saxons three times, the fort came under Anglo-Saxon control in 590. The fort was destroyed by Vikings in 993, and the Normans later built a new castle on the site, which forms the core of the one that stands the waves of time. After a revolt in 1095 supported by the castle’s owner, it became the property of the English monarch…… But why was she here?She’d not jumped she’d been with Merlin in the body of a frog on a planet in another galaxy.
As the Viking long boats dr

ew up on the shore and the men lined up as their battle plans were drawn.


Morgarna lit a cigarette and watched then something strange happened her invisiblity just fell away and she was revealed.. smoking a cigarette and scratching her head. Slowly she started to back away when the first cries of” woman” went up she turned and tried to run. Her Doc Martin’s wore her down her cloak tripped her and she fell. Try as she might she could not get up, nor could she fly or fight she could not move she reached for her bag it was gone, she tried to flick her wrist and conjure up a sword nothing happened…..
Hot breath and hands were all over, she screamed “Merlin, help me” but no answer came , “Get off me” she thrashed about trying to escape… All in vain… frantically she thought “no, no I will not die here, helpless like this” but… Nothing worked. Then there was a large flash of light , she was wet and slimy all over…a pair of hands were shaking here she felt small and naked she aimed a punch and hit someone in the neverregions!
“Och!” Scream the toad, “Why did you do that l was only trying to wake you, you were dreaming”
It was Merlin..a very shocked and winded Merlin.


As the seven suns rose over the watery planet Morgarna and Merlin set off to find out what was happening and how earth was connected.. Merlin complaining she had comprised his manhood in a very high pitched voice! Morgarna said it served him right but she did feel a tad responsible…but that would not last. She was just relieved the Viking attack had just been a bad dream.

THIS IS PART OF K.L.Caley’s #writephoto.

The Warrior Within. Revised.

Today ten years after I originally wrote this poem, the reluctant poet read my poem The warrior within. I originally wrote this poem in 2012 when I was on the road to recovery after breaking my back for the second time! I visited that post and I have rewritten it here. Thanks to the reluctant poet for reminding me of those hard day’s.

THE WARRIOR WITHIN.

I shall not run I shall not hide,

I’ll face the void with eyes open wide.

I shall call up my warrior from within

And hone my sword, the battle to begin.

If I must make sense of what is my worth.

I shall do it now and justify my birth..

Each time the void comes for me

I make the mistake of trying to flee.

Why do this time after time, the path is futile

I end up broken, spent and feeling vile.

I shall not flinch this time. I will win

I will answer for every sin.

I see the void approaching swirling round,

My lies and fears creep towards me on the ground.

I start to shake terror grips my insides,

I call up my inner warrior from whence she hides.

With flaming hair of my youth and body strong and straight 

She takes on the terrors sending them to hell’s gate.

From deep inside I find the strength , that others knew I owned,

Sword in hand my bravery returns , refined and truly honed.

I see you disillusion, I see you hopelessness, I see you despair.

I face you now as a warrier you need to take care.

I stand and look you in the eye

I will not flee I will not fly.

I see you and I know you are me 

Yet given time I can make something more of thee.

The warrior within.

One-Liner Wednesday – When there’s no wind. You can still hear them coming.

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Sorry Linda and everyone i just could not stop at one line ! … It’s sort of poignant for this point of time.

Take the children and yourself
And hide out in the cellar
By now the fighting will be close at hand
Don’t believe the church and state
And everything they tell you
Believe in me, I’m with the high command
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
There’s a gun and ammunition
Just inside the doorway
Use it only in emergency
Better you should pray to God
The Father and the Spirit
Will guide you and protect from up here
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
Swear allegiance to the flag
Whatever flag they offer
Never hint at what you really feel
Teach the children quietly
For some day sons and daughters
Will rise up and fight while we stood still
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me running (can you hear me calling you?)
(Can you hear me) hear me calling you?
(Can you hear me running) hear me running babe?
(Can you hear me running) hear me running?
Calling you, calling you

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Rutherford Michael / Robertson Ba

Silent Running lyrics © Michael Rutherford Publishing Ltd., R And Ba Music Ltd.

Song Lyric Sunday. Don’t Panic .

Jim Adams

Hi it’s Sunday January 9, 2022 and time for Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday. This week the prompt becomes from Fandango of This, That and the Other and is Concern, Fear, Fret, Worry .

Well three of my choices start with the word don’t ..so let’s start with the odd man out . Level of concern from Twenty One Pilots.

Level of Concern” is a song written and recorded by American musical duo Twenty One Pilots. It was originally released as a standalone single on April 9, 2020, through Fueled by Ramen. The song would later be featured on the extended playLocation Sessions and the livestream version of Scaled and Icy in 2021. It was a dance-pop, pop rock and dance-rock song produced by lead singer Tyler Joseph alongside Paul Meany of alternative rock band Mutemath, and its lyrics revolve around the COVID-19 pandemic during which it was written and recorded. The song encourages hope during challenging times, while also addressing the widespread fear and panic associated with the pandemic. A portion of the song’s proceeds were donated to the charity named Crew Nation, a global relief fund made by Live Nation for touring and venue personnel made redundant due to the COVID-19 pandemic. A music video for the track was uploaded upon the single’s release. On May 29, 2020, an official lyric video for the song was released through the official Twenty One Pilots YouTube channel.

I think it’s a great song of it’s type and time, I do hope you enjoy it .

Panic on the brain, world has gone insane
Things are starting to get heavy, mm
I can’t help but think I haven’t felt this way
Since I asked you to go steadyWonderin’, would you be, my little quarantine?
Or is this the way it ends?’Cause I told you my level of concern
But you walked by like you never heard
And you could bring down my level of concern
Just need you to tell me we’re alright, tell me we’re okayPanic on the brain, Michael’s gone insane
Julie starts to make me nervous
I don’t really care what they would say
I’m asking you to stay
My bunker underneath the surfaceWonderin’, would you be, my little quarantine?
Or is this the way it ends?’Cause I told you my level of concern
But you walked by like you never heard
And you could bring down my level of concern
Just need you to tell me we’re alright, tell me we’re okay, yeahTell me we’re alright, tell me we’re okay, yeah
Tell me we’re alright, tell me we’re okay
Bring down my level of concern
Just need you to tell me we’re alright, tell me we’re okay, yeah’Cause I told you my level of concern
But you walked by like you never heard
You could bring down my level of concern
Just need you to tell me we’re alright, tell me we’re okayI need you to tell me we’re alright, tell me we’re okay
Need you to tell me we’re alright, tell me we’re okay
I need you to tell me we’re alright, tell me we’re okay
Need you to tell me we’re alright, tell me we’re okayNeed you now
I need you now’Cause I told you my level of concern
But you walked by like you never heard
And you could bring down my level of concern
Just need you to tell me we’re alright, tell me we’re okay, yeahTell me we’re alright, tell me we’re okay, yeah
Tell me we’re alright, tell me we’re okay
You could bring down my level of concern
Just need you to tell me we’re alright, tell me we’re okay, yeahIn a world, where you could just lie to me
And I’d be okay, we’ll be okay
(My level of concern) we’re gonna be okay
(Just need you to tell me we’re alright, tell me we’re okay)
(I need you)Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Tyler Joseph.

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Now for the first of my don’ts! The fabulous Kinks with Don’t you Fret.

The Kinks were active for over three decades between 1964 and 1997, releasing 24 studio and 4 live albums. The first 2 albums are differently released in UK and US partly due to the difference in popularity of the extended play format (the UK market liked it, the US market did not, so US albums had the EP releases bundled onto them), and partly due to the US albums including the hit singles, and the UK albums not; after The Kink Kontroversy in 1965 the albums were the same. There have been somewhere between 100 and 200 compilation albums released worldwide.

Kwyet Kinks is an EP released in 1965 by the British band The Kinks. It rose to number one on the EP list.

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(Don’t Fear) The Reaper” is a song by American rock band Blue Öyster Cult from the band’s 1976 album Agents of Fortune. The song, written and sung by lead guitarist Donald “Buck Dharma” Roeser, deals with eternal love and the inevitability of death. Dharma wrote the song while picturing an early death for himself.

Great song a real classic I bet it’s been very popular today.

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Now for my third don’t. Don’t Worry Baby by the Beach Boys another very popular classical!

Don’t Worry Baby” is a song by American rock band the Beach Boys from their March 1964 album Shut Down Volume 2. Written by Brian Wilson and Roger Christian, Wilson’s lead vocal on the track is considered one of his defining performances, and he later referred to “Don’t Worry Baby” as perhaps the Beach Boys’ finest record. It was issued in May 1964 as the B-side of “I Get Around“, and charted separately at number 24.

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Bonus Track from Camille and Kennerly Kitt  American identical twin actresses and electric/acoustic harpists, who compose, arrange, and perform as The Harp Twins. The Kitt sisters have released over 100 singles online, as well as nine physical albums of both covers and original songs. As actresses, the Harp Twins have appeared in several films.

Happy Sunday Everyone 💜

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 7th, 2022. Tempest.

jusjojan© LindaGHill

Hey there! I’m back with your daily prompt. It’s January 7th, so this is the 7th prompt for Just Jot it January 2022, and it’s brought to us by Liz. Thanks, Liz! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 7th, 2022, is “tempest.” Use the word “tempest” any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Photo from Pixabay

The Tempest.

The tempest rants and raves
It boils and froths huge waves
The ragged ship is tossed and thrown.
All dead the crew except he who stands alone
Tied to the wheel to steer this vessel
Below a single coffin on a tressle.
The morning breaks the tempest will quell
The cargo intact, a product of the gates of hell .
The ship finally makes port
The cargo onto land is brought…..

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 391 BURN(ed/ing/s) and Old.

Ronovanwrite’s.

there’s a fire that burns
anger, eager to take hold
old fears run so cold..

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Two years on . The plague.

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Image from here.

The planet was struggling it’s true
From space it was no longer blue
It was suffering from millennia of wars and abuse
People pleaded for change, no use.
Most tried to help Earth
They knew the planets worth.
Then came the plague
No respecter of king or knave
It cut through the ranks and top brass
No preference for age or class
It sent weak, old and young to the grave.
Emptied the streets and Malls,
Pubs, clubs and church halls.
It stopped the planes and the trains
The fat cats lost their profits and gains.
Huge nations brought to their knees
As scientists searched for the keys
To the elusive cure to rid all of the bain.
Just when it could not get worse
Hate joined fear with a curse.
The people turn on eachother
Neighbour, husband, wife, sister, brother.
Empty shops, no fuel they could not stand
Then all civilian movement was banned
So crops and animals died on the land.
Drones flew over head, all was scanned.
Mother Nature watched with a tear
Chaos in weeks, rebellion, extinction within a year.

I originally wrote this before the plague hit the UK almost two years ago. I had no idea then how close I would get to the truth. We have had quite a few varients the lastest being Omicron B.

This latest varient is the fastest spreader yet! We are heading down the lockdown wormhole again, our numbers are soaring and the hospitals are filling up fast.

So as we dive into yet more unknowns I thought I’d write another verse or two. Before I do, I have personally lost close family to Covid, two of my sons have had Covid also and are feeling the affects of long Covid. So I am not talking without knowledge of the beast .

Then it got worse

The politicians grew hornes and lied.
The people misled in their millions died.
The hospital staff were exhausted and beat
This virus had us all in retreat
They begged us to stay home
We did as families and many suffered alone.
Three lockdowns we have had
Could closing our boarders made it less bad?
The answer we will never know
Because our leaders were too slow.

The virus kept mutating
With it there is no debating
It’s determined to get us all
Especially those who refuse the vaccine
And those who, to wear masks are not keen.
They can’t be bothered to socially distance
They rather do their own thing
They said it not real even when they get the ping .
They say track and trace
Is just a waste of space .
Until they’re ill and the NHS is their saving grace!
From their hospital beds near to death
They gasp so short of breath
Wishing they’d had the jab arm
So this virus had caused them less harm.

So another Christmas where we’re not sure
To have family come through our door.
We miss seeing family and friends
But we just don’t know where this ends.
So take care and be safe
Hopefully by God’s grace
We will all last another year.

To all our loved that we lost to Covid.

All the above said, and I could of said a lot more about lies and politicians…. May I say that I feel we still have hope but we must change our old lives have gone.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS October 30, 2021. BOO!

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

Hello it’s late Saturday evening and I am playing catch up …. I promise I shall get round to reading everyone’s entries asap! Anyway I digress it’s time for LindaGHill’s SoCs.

Linda’s prompt this week is : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “boo.” Find a word with the letters “boo” in it or use “boo” as is and base your post on it. Enjoy!

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Boo
Blood curdling screams rip the night
Owls hoot and we take fright
Open graves empty of their captive souls.

🦇🕷️🕸️🌌🌑🕷️🦇🕸️

Boom
Blood thirsty crawlers
Open your bedroom door
Offering you no mercy
Monsters come to getcha.

Not really but it fits 🎃🎃🎃🎃🐈

#TANKATUESDAY WEEKLY POETRY CHALLENGE: #POET’S CHOICE

Dark Dreams

Dreams
Standing
On a ledge
Fear, spider like
Creeps closer to you
Drenching you with cold sweat
Paralysed you cannot move to
The is no chance of escaping
The blackness engulfs you and you drown
Sinking to the depths of the black abyss.

THIS IS PART OF COLLEEN’S TANKA TUESDAY WEEKLY POETRY CHALLENGE. THIS WEEK I HAVE WRITTEN AN ETHEREE.

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