Thank You, Peter of Peter’s Pondering for making me realize that there may be a lot of people in blogland who don’t understand what I mean when I say that! I’ve been leaving a trail of “cool beans” in my wake for years now! 🤣
Penguins fascinate me. Flightless, skilled swimmers, they are an oddity of the animal kingdom. Fish out of water, or rather, birds out of sky. I admire their resilience, adaptability and noble sense of duty in the face of adversity. Out there in nature, survival is not assured for the entire black and white army – it is only for the fittest and luckiest of its soldiers. These guys live in harsh environments and face prey at sea as well as on land. I can’t bring myself to watch wildlife documentaries, it’s too much reality. Ignorance is bliss – as is a leisurely hour observing and appreciating these beautiful creatures at Sea Life Melbourne Aquarium.
I like to wander through Melbourne’s world-class aquarium every year or so. Sea Life is home to an impressive array of marine life, with the King and Gentoo penguins the star attractions. There are beautiful…
Helen seemed to think it would be a difficult choice for people to come up with, but, from what I’ve seen so far, there are some really great songs to listen to. Some I love, some I don’t. Some I’ve heard before, for some it is the first time of hearing. That’s what’s so good about Song Lyric Sunday. You get to hear new songs, and much loved songs. You get to meet new people, and to find out what their tastes in music are. You can see all the entries here, and maybe have a go yourself.
This week I’ve chosen a song by Lily Allen. She is the daughter of the actor Keith Allen(Keith Allen is an interesting character, having been expelled from school at age 13, being incarcerated in Borstal, at age 15, and appearing on Max Bygraves’ chorus line naked!), and was precocious from an early age, leaving school at 15, determined to become famous. She is not averse to swearing and there are a few words in this song that may offend delicate ears.
I want to be rich and I want lots of money I don’t care about clever, I don’t care about funny I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds I heard people die while they are trying to find them
And I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless ‘Cause everyone knows that’s how you get famous I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror I’m on the right track, yeah, I’m on to a winner
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore When do you think it will all become clear ‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear
Life’s about film stars and less about mothers It’s all about fast cars and cussing each other But it doesn’t matter ’cause I’m packing plastic And that’s what makes my life so fuckin’ fantastic
And I am a weapon of massive consumption And it’s not my fault, it’s how I’m programmed to function I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror I’m on the right track, yeah, I’m on to a winner
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore When do you think it will all become clear ‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear
Forget about guns and forget ammunition ‘Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner Now everything is cool as long as I’m getting thinner
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore When do you think it will all become clear ‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear
Margo, “That little voice“, has a few very pertinent questions for the American people on this, their Independence Day. The same questions apply to all countries, to all societies, to all peoples, and it is the people who must decide the answers. I do so hope that they get it right!
Can I celebrate this day the way I have past Independence Days: without thought, concern, doubt, fear, disgust, or alarm?
The question plagues me as I watch the sun rise on this two hundred and forty-second birthday of the United States of America. On this day more than two centuries ago a group of men signed a paper declaring America would no longer be ruled by another nation. Our country would be independent of and from outside dominance. Henceforth we would determine our own fate, decide how we would be governed, guided by a Constitution that promised equality.
Not a perfect document, but one filled with hope, determination, and belief that individual voices can better chart the future of this new democracy, not one person.
So I wonder if we, the people of this fragile yet strong, and relatively new nation, can weather the storm of today’s internal…
Kat is a very talented lady, a fine poet, a beautiful singer, a lady who knows her own mind. Her patience is wearing very thin though, and here she sums up her week and only pulls a few punches. Check out her blog – you will be amused, amazed, and, probably, in agreement!
I realized that I started two of my magnetic poems this week with the phrase “there is no sanctuary”. It was completely accidental, or perhaps it was subliminal. I think it was most likely the latter. I have felt helpless against the recent atrocities perpetrated by my government on innocent people in my name as an American, and now most egregiously in the name of God as well. We are learning more and more about the Trump/Sessions'”Zero Tolerance” agenda for those crossing our southern borders; the horrors experienced by families seeking asylum in the U.S.; children being ripped from their parents’ arms and shipped to holding facilities, some even lost in the system. A system that uses intimidation and fear to dissuade people from coming here. And now we have a president who is using these innocent children as ransom for his ludicrous border wall.
Hybrid is the first word prompt for the brand new, exciting site, set up jointly by my friend Sue W , and her partner GC.
I used to enter a weekly Limerick competition, and really enjoyed doing so. That ceased some time ago and I have neglected Limericks since. It is now time to limber up for a limerick, so here goes.
Every week my friend Kirsty, along with her fellow blogger at Wonderwall, sets a new Six Word Story Challenge. Check this week’s challenge out HERE and vote for your favorites, or leave a story of your own. This week’s prompt word: Magic.
It’s a fun challenge, but not as easy as you think!
Challenge open Saturday 9th June 2018 – Thursday 14th June 2018
Welcome to the Six Word Story Challenge.
For those who have never dropped by before, a new prompt is posted every Saturday morning at 9am GMT, either on this site or that of fellow blogger Wonderwall. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to plot a story on that subject… in just six words.
