A viper, my friend, name of Fred
took to sleeping with me in my bed
He was really adoring
apart from his snoring
which made me move out to my shed
A viper, my friend, name of Fred
took to sleeping with me in my bed
He was really adoring
apart from his snoring
which made me move out to my shed
Quokkas twice in a day has to be some sort of record.
Apart from that, this is really lovely, and well worth a look at the original too. There are some nice people around, and you don’t have to look far to find them!
Recently Sunny Skyz posted a collection of the most wholesome tweets of 2018. I’m recycling a few of my favorites here. See them all here.
via Pinpricks of light amid the darkness — bluebird of bitterness
This poem was inspired by Colleen’s post Not alone. On looking back, I find that my last Rapid Rhyme was also inspired by Colleen whose magnificent blog you can find here.
If you have not read anything of C Faherty Brown’s words, nor seen her delightful, and insightful, drawings, then I would recommend that you delve into them. Her books, too, are a joy, and her latest, “The Sentinel”, also features a tree. It truly is a magnificent story which, uncharacteristically, features not a single picture. The words themselves are picture enough.
This is what Colleen inspired:
By the tree
in the tree
playfully
you and me
went on dates
__.__
Girl and boy
fun ahoy
boy oh boy
what a joy
consummates
__.__
Shared a life
man and wife
free from strife
love was rife
best of mates
We do not celebrate Thanksgiving in the UK. Perhaps we should.
In any case, I am thankful for many things, and often take those things for granted.
Thank you to all bloggers, whether I follow you, or not. Thank you for being part of a good world, and for sharing freely with others. Thank you to Bridget for posting this!
For the wife Who says it’s hot dogs tonight Because she is home with me And not out with someone else. For the husband Who is on the sofa Being a couch potato Because he is home with me And not out at the bars. For the teenager Who is complaining about doing dishes Because […]
OK, I know it’s Monday. So, what if I am a little late? I can cope with that, I’m retired!
My first thought for Helen’s prompt of give/giving was to offer you I gave you all by Mumford and Sons. If you want to, you can still listen to it here.
The problem with SLS is that I tend to get carried away when researching what to offer. I end up, every week, spending time listening to loads of music when I really should be doing other things. It’s a great problem to have!!!!!!
If you want to take part, or wish to listen to all the other musical offerings, you can find everything here.
I finally settled on another Mumford and Sons song, Awake my soul – Live at Red Rocks. It doesn’t really fit in directly with the prompt, apart from the fact that the group give a fantastic performance, they really enjoy it, as do the audience, and I hope that you will too!
Awake My Soul
How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know
My weakness I feel I must finally show
Lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I’ll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free
Har har, har har, har har, har har
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know
My weakness I feel I must finally show
Har har, har har, har har, har har
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
And where you invest your love, you invest your life
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
For you were made to meet your maker
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
For you were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker
Songwriters: Benjamin Walter David Lovett / Edward James Milton Dwane / Marcus Oliver Johnstone Mumford / Winston Aubrey Aladar Marshall
Awake My Soul lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Following on from my Song Lyric Sunday post this week, I found this interview, from 2012, that I found to be particularly endearing. What a lovely lot these are. Not pretentious, not overbearing, just a nice group of friends. If you can spare 13 minutes, I think you will enjoy this.
If you have never visited Danny’s site before you are definitely missing out. He has been helping bloggers meet each other for some time now and also helps them reach their true potential. I’ve been there, done that, and his Meet and Greets will definitely benefit you. Mosey on over and have a look.
Ok so here are the rules:
Sometimes it’s totally impossible to “fight” for yourself….sometimes the only way to survive is to “fight” for others.
Sometimes the battle can only be fought on your own. For those who do battle alone; those are the most dreadful times when the people who truly care about you cannot help!!!!….in that “solipsistic” crisis you will feel alone.
Despite all that, in that moment of despair, know this…..
(these wise words belong to Mark Robinson, my nephew)
"Once a pond a time..."
Write about what you don't know about what you know. ― Eudora Welty
Poems by Tom Alexander
an online journal of short writing
Life with cats, and other things...
"If only half of the history that has happened in Nottingham had happened in some other place, that place would be famous; but because it did happen here no one knows".
an empty space between silence & stillness
Be authentic ~ Be creative ~ Be love
Diana R Zimmerman
Children’s Poetry and Other Things
magnoliajem
Remembering good times, good places and good people
UK Lifestyle Blogger
Mad as a box of frogs? Most probably ... but if I can’t be perfect, then I’ll happily be fabulously imperfect!
Finding inspiration in the little things
I am more than breath & bones.
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
a light hearted look at caravanning through the eyes of a couple of grey nomads.
When a woman tells the truth she is creating the possibility for more truth around her. Adrienne Rich
novels. poetry. screenplays. endless musings...
Where shall we go today?
A Journal Of Everyday Life
Getting cancer and trying to continue life as normal as possible.
Old Guy Photography
Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
Other People's Feelings
To put down in print, the thoughts rattling around in my head.
My Reflections and Expressions
Be More Kind
I can feel the future breathing down my neck
And all the things I thought were true
When I was young, and you were too
Turned out to be broken
And I don’t know what comes next
That it’s going to lose its mind
Be more kind, my friends, try to be more kind
Like hackles raised upon a cornered cat
On the borders, in our heads
Between things that can and can’t be said
We’ve stopped talking to each other
And there’s something wrong with that
Don’t decide what you will find
Be more kind, my friends, try to be more kind
And that trouble comes, and trouble goes
How this ends, no one knows
So hold on tight when the wind blows
And where the dry land stands is hard to say
As the current drags us by the shore
We can no longer say for sure
Who’s drowning, or if they can be saved
To you and yours from me and mine
Be more kind, my friends, try to be more kind
That it’s going to lose its mind
Be more kind, my friends, try to be more kind
Songwriter: Frank Turner
I was so impressed on first hearing this that I went and purchased the album, the first music I’ve purchased in a very long time!