One-Liner Wednesday.

©Sue Vincent

“Standing on the threshold of tomorrow, am I excited or scared, or both? ” © willowdot21

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S ONE -LINER WEDNESDAY.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #13. Use FUTURE as your inspiration this week.

This is my entry for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Sijo Challenge.

Future.

Photo by Jordan Benton on Pexels.com

Teethering on the edge of tomorrow
cocooned in nature’s sleep
Dawn and her noisy entrance is not yet upon us.
We never know what lies beyond tomorrow, the future never comes.

31 words
46 syllables.

Ronovanwrite’s

Song Lyric Sunday. Past, present, future .

Jim Adams

It’s Sunday and time for Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday. This week the prompt is Past , Present and

“First Train Home” is a song by British singer/songwriter Imogen Heap, and the only single off her third solo album Ellipse.

I really love Last train home, by Imogen Heap. To me it’s about a woman lost and locked up in a present that she doesn’t want to be part of. Her only escape is to get in away on the first train home to her childhood where things were simpler. Here future depends on her escaping now!

The actual story is that Immie was going to start working on her new, at the time 2009, album Ellipse when a friend invited her down to Brighton. Imogen went against her better judgement and spent the whole evening wishing she was back home working on her music. She did infact catch the first train home and work on her music. So she was caught in the present, but wanted to be back in her past and her future depended on it!

First train home.

Bodies disengaged our mouths are fleshing over.
Is this an echo game irises retreating
To ovals of white.
The urge to feel your face
And blood rushing to paint my hand print
A Frisbee one by one
Your vinyl on laminate
Desperate for some kind of contact.First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
To Catch to catch to catch catch catch.
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First Train homeTemporal dead zone where clocks are barely breathing
Yet no one cares to notice for all the yelling
All night clamor to hold it together.
I want to play don’t wait forms in the hideaway
I want to get on with getting on with things
I want to run in fields paint the kitchen
And love someone
And I can’t do any of that here can I?First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First Train homeSo what? You’ve had one too many.
So what? I’m not that much fun to be with
So what? You’ve got a silly hat on
So what? I didn’t want to come here anyway.What matters to you doesn’t matter matter to me.
What matters to me doesn’t matter matter to you.
What matters to you doesn’t matter matter to them.
What matters to them it doesn’t change anything.Got to get on it first train home
Got to get on it first train homeFirst train home I’ve got to get on it
(I’ve got to get on it)
To catch to catch to catch-catch catch.
(First train home)
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home.
(First train home)To go to go to go
Get get get get
Out out out out
Now now now nowSource: LyricFindSongwriters: Imogen Jennifer Jane Heap

The Shangri-Las were an American pop girl group of the 1960s. Between 1964 and 1966, they charted with several hits documenting teen tragedies and melodramas. They remain known for their hits “R emember (Walking in the Sand)“, “Give Him a Great Big Kiss“, and in particular, “Leader of the Pack“, which went to #1 in the US in late 1964. I could try to explain this strange song to you but I am going to leave it to Martin Crookall and his post The Infinite Jukebox: The Shangri-Las ‘Past, Present and Future’from February 8th 2021

Please visit Martin’s post.

The past, past, well now let me tell you about the past
The past is filled with silent joys and broken toys,
laughing girls and teasing boys,
Was I ever in love? I called it love- I mean, it felt like love,
There were moments when, well, there were moments whenPresent, Go out with you? Why not
Do I like to dance? Of Course,
Take a walk along the beach tonight? I’d love to,
But don’t try to touch me, don’t try to touch me
Cos that will never happen again,
Shall we danceThe future, Tommorow? well tommorows a long way off
Maybe someday I’ll have somebody’s hand
Maybe somewhere someone will understand
You know I used to sing- a tisket a tasket a green and yellow basket
I’m all packed up and I’m on my way and I’m gonna fall in love,
But at the moment it doesn’t look good
At the moment it will never happen againI don’t think it will ever happen again.Source: LyricFindSongwriters: Artie Butler / George Morton / Jerry Leiber

Happy Sunday Everyone 💜

#TANKA TUESDAY POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 202 SYNONYMSONLY

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

This week, Kat Myrman, from Like Mercury Colliding, selected the words:

I have written about the world as it is today. I am asking nature to help my children and grandchildren, everyone else’s too. We would be so grateful if we could have a better world. I have used synonyms for the two prompt words as well as counting my syllables.

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Imagine & Gratitude

A
Life where
Thankfulness
Is not a dream
But reality.
Let’s make believe it’s true
No war,plague, famine or hate.
In my dreams I hear you saying
Is it too much to picture real peace.
I would really appreciate normal

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka.

Glimpsed

Today is Thursday and if Sue Vincent was not fighting her own battle she would of set us her weekly #writephoto.So here is one I wrote back in August 2016.

The priory on the Rim of Io

The  priory on the Rim of was the last of it’s kind almost forgotten by the rest of creation. …but not quite!

Stay away from the windows she had been told by grandfather and by Mother Superior both. They had impressed upon her the importance of her presence  there was to be a secret. The Nuns were all delightful and so kind but they, being a silent order could only speak to her between the hours of six and eight pm. So even though they did their best to entertain their guest she was lonely.

She spent her days , happily in the priory and it’s gardens, the smell of the strange flowers native to Io calming and soothing her. At night she was enthralled by the other three Galilean moons that orbit Jupiter.

Keep away from the windows at night they all told her, you must not be seen. Your condition will give you away. 

She did try but the spectacular light that was generated by Io and the other three moons of Jupiter was enthralling.

Stay away from the windows they had begged her but the lights already had a hold on her.

And so it was that she , the last pregnant woman in the  Universe, the last pregnant woman in thirty years stood at the window watching the lights washing over Io.

Sadly  the bounty hunters from Mars saw her at the window, they saw her long hair and pregnant belly, too young, too beautiful to be an ancient Nun.

What future the Universe the only pregnant woman in thirty years held to ransom.All because she could not resist looking out the window.

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Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.

Now if you would like to join in please use the #writephoto badge

and link back to one of Sue’s most recent posts. That way Sue can see that we have reposted one of her prompts. We can do this every Thursday or anyday you like. 

We could also re-use any of the wonderful photos Sue has given us and write a new prompt. You can always take the prompt photo from my page and write a new poem or story.

Sue will not be reblogging any or doing a round up so just do it to make Sue smile. At #writephoto

#writephoto Photo Prompt :Unlit Beacon

Sue Vincent has been setting us Thursday photo prompt your years now. Sue encourages us to use the image in her fabulous photos. This is a prompt from 2016 The photo prompt is of an unlit beacon against the stormy sky to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark,

Sue is fighting her own battle against cancer at the moment she needs all our love support and healing vibes, as does Mary Smith , Bee Halton. Also Ellen Best and Abigail Johnson and many more I don’t know of. I am sending love to all whether I know you or not consider yourself hugged.

Unlit Beacon

No one remembers now why the beacons are always lit at dusk. No one even questions the reasoning behind the daily task of building the beacons only for them to be set a light just before dark.

It was a fair system, one person from each household was chosen to be a beacon builder and the leader of each village, town or city would light the beacon every night.

There was no argument about the system it just worked. Years turned into centuries,centuries into millennia and the system stayed and the beacons lit the nights and could even be seen from transplanet shuttles. Yes just like the water on the planet the light from the beacons shone out into space.

Even now in this modern age of enlightenment, space travel, planet wide peace,computors and universal translators the beacons are lit . No one knows why, no one knows who started this tradition? Why does no one care, am I the only inquiring mind on the planet.

So I did enquire, I searched the uninet. I spent hours in Libraries of Antiquity I even asked those in charge, the politicians, the leaders even the old ones ….. no one could or would answer. 

Then about three nights ago my phone rang, no one there, a wrong number I thought. So I went to bed. It was about 1am when they came, the men in grey suits and white faces. They smashed down the doors and thumped up the stairs they woke my wife and my children. I heard their screams. The last thing I  remember as I was being dragged from the house was my wife’s voice and the sight of all our phones and uninet equipment being packed up.

They kept me in a dark room for two days, I think, as I became unsure of the passage of time. At regular intervals they brought me out for questioning. They used force, kindness and rationality and finally drugs .

I told them I just wanted to know about the beacons, no I  was not working with anybody else. I had found out nothing at all. After a while I realised they knew nothing either! They were disappointed that I had learned nothing.

At some point today they brought out from room and gave me some clothes and a watch. We went by private transport to a military  base I was escorted on to a transplanet shuttle. We landed at five in the evening. They brought me to a becon on a deserted hill. Miles from anywhere. By 6pm I knew my fate. I was chained up inside the beacon. I am sad that I never found out about the beacons, I  am devastated that I shall never be able to tell my family I love them. I am afraid to burn. 

Dusk is here now and I am all bloodied from struggling, hoarse from shouting. The flames have started I can feel the heat. I look up and see the most glorious sunset. The flames bite and I give in to death…

6am, an hour before the becon builder would arrive for work a man in grey raked through the ashes of the beacon untill he found the watch capsule.He took it to the unmarked car he had arrived in and put the capsule into the player. After listening to the man’s account of his search and his end he sighed deeply. 

Later at the meeting with his supervisor he said”No sir he new nothing either” He took a sip of his coffee but it tasted bitter.

Photo prompt round-up: Lambent #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Crown

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a well trodden pathway through a field of mown wheat. The path leads up a hill to a green mound crowned with jagged standing stones.

Brave New World

The path well trod leads to the stones

Feet bare or shod approach the thrones

The Gods of men look down and smile

The land is bathed in gold for a while.

For man has has been removed, taken out

By an invisible foe, who soon will die no doubt.

There is nought for it to pray upon

So soon the Gods will be alone, beast and virus gone.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge.

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 28th, 2020.Televison.

Linda is here! With our 28th prompt for Just Jot it January 2020. Today’s prompt comes to us courtesy of Barbara. Thank you so much, Barbara! 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!

Our prompt for JusJoJan January 28th, 2020, is “television.” Use the word “television” any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Now we had the same prompt last year for Television, it fell on Saturday 19th January so was also a Stream of Consciousness Saturday. I have included the poem I did then an Acrostic poem entitled Tele vision. But first I will do a new poem for today.

Television

No need to leave your room

Feet and hands will be redundant soon

Life, the whole world is brought to you

Stories coming at you, make you happy make you blue

You’re no longer out feeling what you’ve seen

Because you’ve been sucked inside your Television screen.

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Now here is last year’s.

Tele vision

To see afar

Everything from sea to star

Logie Baird had a dream

Everyone would watch a screen

Voyeurisum gone mad

Is that really so bad

So we graduated from Radio

Into dreams of vision flow

Only to drown in information

No limits, seeing all destination.

Jusjojan

Wedding Etheree.

Two

Lifes join

Together

As one, heart, soul.

Made complete and whole

Today their journey starts

They face a future unknown

From tiny seeds their love has grown

From now on they will have eachother

To have, and hold today and tomorrow.

Three Day Quote Challenge. Day One.

My lovely Blog Sister Ritu has hand me the Three Day Quote Challenge.

So, the rules are

1. Thank the person who nominated you…Thank you Ritu.

2. Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).

3. Nominate three bloggers each day.

My quote for Day One.

The wonderful and Beautiful Freddie Mercury.

What will I be doing in twenty years’ time? I’ll be dead, darling! Are you crazy?

Ironically true …….

Ritu’s blog is brilliant and if you have not visited it yet I urge you to do so. You can find Ritu at But I Smile anyway.

I am going to nominate Jane Dougherty, Kat Myrman and Judy Martin.