Song Lyric Sunday: White Rabbit.

Hi this week Jim Adams at NewEpicAuthor said our prompt for #songlyricsunday, July 7, 2019 is – Zodiac animals those being a Rat/Ox/Tiger/Rabbit/Dragon/Snake/Horse/Sheep/ Monkey/Rooster/Dog/Pig.

When I was at school, a convent , taught by nuns. I got myself into a whole load of trouble. We were told we should bring in a favourite record to school for discussion. Well I was bullied at school not only by the other girls but by the nuns too.

I thought I would shake them all up! What did I choose as my play and tell. White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane.

This was written by Jefferson Airplane front woman Grace Slick, who based the lyrics on Lewis Carroll’s 1865 children’s book Alice InWonderland

(officially Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland). Like many young musicians in San Francisco, Slick did a lot of drugs, and she saw a surfeit of drug references in Carroll’s book, including the pills, the smoking caterpillar, the mushroom, and lots of other images that are pretty trippy. She noticed that many children’s stories involve a substance of some kind that alters reality, and felt it was time to write a song about it.
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I loved the song then back in 1967 when I was in my fourteenth year. I had met my now hubby earlier that year when I was thirteen.

It was worth a couple of weeks Saturday Detention just for the look on the nuns face’s.

I do hope you enjoy it.

Thursday photo prompt: Timeless #writephoto

Gabriel was more relaxed than he had been in aeons. He had not lost his patience for at least three days. He was a new Archangel.

Saint Peter had mentioned this to saint Paul who inturn had mentioned it to the big man himself.

Michael and Azriel were happily going about their work of watching the errant humans. Azriel was relieved not to have had Satan whispering in his ear all the time.

“Where is Satan” saint Peter asked the big man. The big man smiled and winked. ….

Down on earth in the middle of nowhere in particular there was strange new vibes at a stone ring. The word new is not often associated with stone rings.

What was going on saint Paul asked of the big man. The big man touched his nose and smiled. They both looked at Gabriel who was relaxed, calm and happily oiling his sword.

It is all simply explained. Four days ago Gabriel had gone into total melt down. Saint Peter had found him running naked through Heaven’s gates. He had asked the demented archangel what was wrong. One word was the shrieked reply. “SATAN”

Saint Peter had reported this latest event to the big man who had immediately visited Satan and frog marched him out of Hell.

They had arrived at the stone ring. The big man smiled and apologised to the old stones for any inconvenience he might be causing them. He explained that this new devil shaped stone would be joining them for a year.

The oldest stone asked what will happen to Hell while he is away. The big man assured them that Hell could wait, it’s timeless.

So peace reined in heaven, while a crotchety Satan did his best to cause trouble with the old stones, who totally ignored him.

This is part of Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto.

Scary October 13

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem can be read three ways, the bold print, the ordinary print or as one poem.

Pandora’s Box

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Don’t open the box they told her

Please be careful they implored

Keep it shut it is bad they inferred

Evil in it lurks their warnings she ignored .

Suddenly all that, which was good

They said would up and die

Did happen. She’d not done as she should

The evil was out all she could do was cry.

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Twittering Tales

This is my entry for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.

More trouble in Heaven and Hell.

The snow had fallen for days now. The whole town was cut off. Those stuck in the library were warm and well entertained. Micheal was helping Gabriel search for his talc and Azriel. St Peter had told the Big Man it was a Code White. Satan was warming himself by the fire, happy.

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Acrostic Poem, Trouble

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Treacherous times ahead

Rumours  of nasty  things said.

Out spoken thoughts well hidden

Ups and downs  of life unbidden.

Bound  by secret ties

Lost  forever under stormy skies.

Ever  hopeless ever lost  storm clouds rolling in .

 

NABLOPOMO: DEATH’S BOOK IS LOST

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The fairy foxes  had found the book . They could not believe their eyes.

Did you know there were fairy foxes ? no,  nor did I, it was really a surprise!

They had found some music in it which had  made then dance

Such  a cute sight these charming fairy foxes  leap and prance.

But  we have not time  to linger watching them here

Death, his angel assistant and three brother riders will soon be drawing near!

 

The forest was a flutter all was hustle and  bustle

The animals  askance  because the invisible fairy foxes dance was making the leaves to rustle.

Humans in the towns and cities  were worried  by the fact

That no one was dying despite their pleas and crying. It was making a huge impact!

The maimed, the diseased  all brought to their knees , begging  for oblivion  please!

 

If looks could kill, Death would have his will  but nobody was dying

The Angel of death wanted to be back on side with Death, he  was really trying!

Death brought  then all to a halt. If we are to mix with men  our appearance needs to change

It will not help muttered plague, we’ll still wither their crops and give their dogs the mange!

What about him asked war pointing at the angel of death,  I do not give a damn said Death!

Famine said he was starving, and so they changed ready to enter the human realm, for now of death bereft .

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TO BE CONTINUED