Ceased Memory

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


unlike the stagnant
reminders of a life

unable to move

#Song Lyric Sunday with Jim

Yes/No are on tap today. 

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2020/10/17/magic-8-ball/

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

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Dana Hunt / Danny Wells

Check Yes or No lyrics © Hori Pro Entertainment Group

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.

Love you Johnny, always and a day.

#FOWC

Vitriol

https://fivedotoh.com/category/one-word-challenge/

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.”

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/collections/147552/an-introduction-to-the-beat-poets

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.

 

#Laughing along with a limerick

https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2020/10/12/laughing-along-with-a-limerick-28/

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

Male Ego Defined

OFP1 - 2020

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.

#Song Lyric Sunday

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

Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo

The wording wasn’t exact, Jim did say Hold.

But then I thought of the Spice Girls … Stop

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.

Betrayed

Even in death, there’s a question of trust
after a lover feels betrayed by lust.

Some said it was based on a lie
told to punish the handsome bly.

Every tale of stabbing in history
is said to be a flawless mystery.

Repeating itself under the moon,
our fearless lass didn’t swoon.

She wielded her blade high
touching his head above his eye.

His hand caressed her butt
his intentions became clear cut.

The knife sunk deep into his head
as his face filled with dread.

Skulls and headstones mock the living
because women tend to be unforgiving.

Although, some women keep it in stride
there’s a rage that’s hidden inside.

She chose to rewrite the lover’s story
knowing the best one’s are a bit gory. ©

#SOC Saturday

Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. Aaaand … drumroll … Here it is:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “medium.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

“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?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medium_(website)

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.

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0412175/

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 liner Wednesday

“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!