I heard the man order a cold beer but twas lukewarm, like a woman’s tear when her heart was broken by careless words spoken cos, the bachelor gave into fear.
black mantel lace drooped over dull brass doors covered with finger smudges hiding the lonely logs left inside an ignored fireplace where a cat once slept and lovers used to snuggle
the sunlight exposed missed dust bunnies windows that haven’t budged covered with an intricate web
mocking the wind scattering orange and red leaves beneath low hanging gray clouds boasting approaching changes
I saw some of the other song choices so I went with George but I did see I wasn’t the only one to choose the King of Country. He’s always appears to be so together in any performance. Classic. By 2009, he broke Conway Twitty’s record for the most number-one hits on Billboard’s Hot Country list wit his 44th number one hit. Conway had 40. I had forgotten that George’s daughter Jennifer died in an automobile accident when she was only 13. That’s how old my grandson was to when he died. It doesn’t get easier regardless if your famous or not.
It started way back in third grade I used to sit beside Emmylou Hayes A pink dress, a matching bow, and her ponytail She kissed me on the school bus but told me not to tell Next day I chased her around the playground Cross the monkey bars to the merry-go-round And Emmylou got caught passing me a note Before the teacher took it I read what she wrote
“Do you love me do you want to be my friend? And if you do Well then don’t be afraid to take me by the hand If you want to I think this is how love goes Check yes or no”
Now we’re grown up and she’s my wife Still like two kids with stars in our eyes Ain’t much changed, I still chase Emmylou Up and down the hall, around the bed in our room
Last night I took her out in a white limousine Twenty years together she still gets to me Can’t believe it’s been that long ago When we got started with just a little note
“Do you love me, do you wanna be my friend? And if you do Well then don’t be afraid to take me by the hand If you want to I think this is how love goes Check yes or no”
“Do you love me, do you wanna be my friend? And if you do Well then don’t be afraid to take me by the hand If you want to I think this is how love goes Check yes or no”
Check yes or no Check yes or no Check yes or no Check yes or no
It’s a sweet song that reminds me of my first childhood crush and exchanging notes. I was never that bold in the beginning, so my girlfriend gave it to his friend and his friend gave to him and the notes response came back the same way. Seems like a life time ago. Today, it’s so much easier to communicate discreetly or anonymously.
It’s been an emotionally difficult week with Johnny’s birthday on the 15th. It would have been his special one. You know 15 on the 15th. I talked with my son, looked at a lot of pictures and cried several times.
Johnny, friends posted Happy Birthday on your facebook page. Mom put a video of you up. People shared memories. All of us wish you weren’t gone.
Gram’s hair is your favorite color right now. Yup, my hair is definitely bright pink. I know you would give it a thumbs up.
Vitriol means cruel and bitter criticism. It’s origin is French. I think my beat poem accurately sums the definition of vitriol. “In the 1940s and 50s, a new generation of poets rebelled against the conventions of mainstream American life and writing. They became known as the Beat Poets––a name that evokes weariness, down-and-outness, the beat under a piece of music, and beatific spirituality. Beat poets sought to write in an authentic, unfettered style. “First thought, best thought” was how central Beat poet Allen Ginsberg described their method of spontaneous writing.”
Social Suicide At a splintered glance, the slaughtered branch suggested a new understanding for the dreaded masses, commanding a new meaning for the dying denying their aggressive lying. The persecuted forget, they are not above the light they once sought. A fragile line between life and death thoughts listened with bated breath to the vitriol verses or screaming curses. Silence demanded a skeleton bones to shudder like gelation praying for tenderness beyond this page that lost secrets won’t engage the destruction of mankind. Through the years we refined our lies, and plead naiveté although our reactions betray. Bitter ineptitude, our abandoned view overrides a cowering end because we feel entitled to a godsend.
Awesome synonyms for vitriol are acidity, acridity, acridness, acrimony, asperity, bile, bitterness, cattiness, corrosiveness, mordancy, tartness, and virulence.
I love that I can easily substitute any of the synonyms for vitriol into my poem and not change the meaning. Though it would lose its alliteration.
the prompt is PURSE I played with it a bit, five stanzas of 9/9/6/6/9 limerick fun.
this dang growing old is such a curse can’t remember where I set my purse so much to think about stop, you don’t need to shout you act like I’m ready for a hearse
what used to be so easy to do it’s not what it was tying my shoe my toes are where they were balance makes me unsure but you act like I don’t have a clue
this dang growing old is such a curse can’t remember where I set my purse so much to think about stop, you don’t need to shout you act like I’m ready for a hearse
Oh dear, what are you glaring at now you look like you’ve swallowed a dang cow oops I forget my teeth I need glue underneath I needed more time than you allow
this dang growing old is such a curse can’t remember where I set my purse so much to think about stop, you don’t need to shout you act like I’m ready for a hearse
Now Handsome Jack wasn’t known to be slack with a raise of his brow the bats scattered as the pumpkin smirked and the black cat meowed and the holy white crosses all fell back
The moon’s glow added a mysterious glimmer as he stared straight at his next victim oops, decadent woman of the hallowed night making his rowdy blood and the red mist simmer
His attire mocked the average dressed Poe with ruffled sleeves and a raised collar jacket cinched tight with Lenore dangling from his belt, he hoped would cause a row.
Handsome Jack made his intent blatantly clear Annabelle would come willingly to his side replacing Marie Laveau in a fiery flash but there’s more to the story then might appear
The cat and the pumpkin placed their bets as the two men snickered and bickered the merits of a woman’s worth but neither remembered a woman never forgets.
A woman’s fury is worse than gates of hell Bats and cats both are very aware that only a foolish grinning pumpkin and a man sporting a hat would ring that bell.
Written for Song Lyric Sunday where the prompt is Hold/Pause/Stop/Wait.
Holding Out for a Hero by Bonnie Tyler is the first song that came to mind. Bonnie’s husky voice always appealed to me. There’s something about a Celtic voice. My first exposure was back in the dark ages, (okay now I’m sounding like my husband) 1977. The World Starts Tonight was the album. My favorite song was More Than a Lover.
Where have all the good men gone And where are all the Gods? Where’s the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and I turn And I dream of what I need
I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the end of the night He’s gotta be strong And he’s gotta be fast And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the morning light He’s gotta be sure And it’s gotta be soon And he’s gotta be larger than life Larger than life (ah ah)
Somewhere after midnight In my wildest fantasy Somewhere just beyond my reach There’s someone reaching back for me Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat It’s gonna take a Superman to sweep me off my feet (yeah)
I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the end of the night He’s gotta be strong And he’s gotta be fast And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the morning light He’s gotta be sure And it’s gotta be soon And he’s gotta be larger than life I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the end of the night
Up where the mountains meet the Heavens above Out where the lightning splits the sea I could swear there is someone, somewhere Watching me Through the wind, and the chill, and the rain And the storm, and the flood I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood (Like a fire in my blood, like a fire in my blood) (Like a fire in my blood, like a fire in my oh, oh)
I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the end of the night He’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be fast And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the morning light He’s gotta be sure And it’s gotta be soon And he’s gotta be larger than life
I need a hero I’m holding out for a hero ’til the end of the night He’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be fast And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the morning light He’s gotta be sure And it’s gotta be soon And he’s gotta be larger than life I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the end of the night
You just walk in, I make you smile It’s cool but You don’t even know me You take an inch, I run a mile Can’t win you’re Always right behind me And we know that you could go and find some other Take or leave it or just don’t even bother Caught in a craze, it’s just a phase Or will this be around forever Don’t you know it’s going too fast (ooh, to fast) Racing so heard you know it won’t last (ooh, won’t last) Don’t you know why can’t you see Slow it down, read the sign So you know just where you’re going
Stop right now thank you very much I need somebody with a human touch Hey you always on the run Gotta slow it down baby, gotta have some fun Do do do do Do do do do Do do do always be together Ba da ba ba Ba da ba ba Ba da ba stay that way forever
And we know that you can go and find some other Take or leave it ’cause we’ve always got each other You know who you are and yes, you’re gonna breakdown You’ve crossed the line so you’re gonna have to turnaround Don’t you know it’s going too fast (ooh, to fast) Racing so hard you know it won’t last (ooh, won’t last) Don’t you know why can’t you see Slow it down, read the sign So you know just where you’re going
Stop right now thank you very much I need somebody with a human touch Hey you always on the run Gotta slow it down baby, gotta have some fun
Gotta keep it down honey, lay your back on the line ‘Cause I don’t care about the money, don’t be wasting my time You need less speed, get off my case You gotta slow it down baby, just get out of my face
Stop right now thank you very much I need somebody with a human touch Hey you always on the run Gotta slow it down baby, gotta have some fun Stop right now thank you very much I need somebody with a human touch Hey you always on the run (stop right now) Gotta slow it down baby, gotta have some fun Stop right now thank you very much I need somebody with a human touch
(we wanna thank, we wanna thank you) Hey you always on the run (stop right now) Gotta slow it down baby, gotta have some fun
(thank you very much, thank you very much)
The Spice Girls are from England Spice Girls. They started performing in 1994. The group comprised of Melanie Brown also known as Mel B (“Scary Spice”), Melanie Chisholm Mel C (“Sporty Spice”), Emma Bunton (“Baby Spice”), Geri Halliwell (“Ginger Spice”) and Victoria Beckham (“Posh Spice”) Interesting women in their own right. The media tagged them the 2nd British Invasion.
“the intervening substance through which impressions are conveyed to the senses or a force acts on objects at a distance.”
Medium is what a psychic or tarot reader is called. Although, more recently tarot reading, pendulums, and runes are advertised in some groups online. The going rate varies all over the place.
I enjoy reading tarot cards but don’t feel comfortable enough to charge people. I like runes too. Pendulums are pretty enough but I’ve never used them for what supposed to be used as. But would I call myself a medium. Nah.
But then I decided to look up what dictionary.com had and there was the site that Fandago blogged about in his entry. Apparently, it’s been around since 2012. Who knew?
I agree with Fandago about WordPress forcing blocks on the writer and making writing less satisfying here. Who wants to have frig around with their new format. So yeah, I did some looking around., too! Thanks, Fandago.
But then I remembered a show I used to watch named Medium. 2005-2011 Suburban mom Allison DuBois attempts to balance family life with solving mysteries using her special gift. The dead send her visions of their deaths or other crimes while she sleeps. The show was created by Glenn Caron. Her co-stars were Patricia Arquette, Miguel Sandoval and Jake Weber.
My mind wandered to the poem I’m working on for Johnny.It’s still in draft mode. Originally I wanted rhyme but the more I look at it, rhymes would minimize the anger and sadness that consumes us like the shroud of fog.
Dense fog shrouded the ships in harbor like my grief resisting moments of joy. It wasn’t his time to die, he was only 13 But like the ship’s mate, death said ahoy.
This is a picture of Stonington Harbor, where Johnny lived with his Dad.
As I thinking about the picture, and memories we shared there. I remembered the song The Foggy Dew.
“One good thing about being wrong is the joy it brings to the others.”~ unknown
“A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one.” ― Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
I’m truly happy I found my guy.
We’re approaching our 12th anniversary on Halloween.
The Crain’s Wedding
Hear ye Hear ye, the wedding is today Pumpkins, gourds, scarecrows, bales of hay Spread out in such colorful array Orange and yellow festive bouquets A raven on his perch studying the fray
Town crier “let us begin this Halloween wedding, Yay” We gather in a circle and hold hands without delay Our dear Robin Hood and Marion vow love this day Crowds of well- wishers yell hurray! Hurray! Knights swirling their swords in mock play
Fair maidens tease with their fan sway Knights hoping the party will soon get risqué Arthur proclaiming lets partake of thy fabulous buffet Friar Tuck toasts Drink up, be merry, pass the cheese tray Let the music begin, get this party under way Because soon it will be somber All Saint’s day!
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