At the Doctor’s

BUT I’M ALREADY HERE!

What, awful punctuation there is upon, the screen?

Its’ often very difficult to know just, what they mean

They must; have been to school and: such

If not they Broke the law

Hang on, a bit the screens’ just changed

And now ther’es even more

 

Apparently my colons in danger of disease.

I thought I only had the one, but anything to please.

There’s hypo this, and hyper that, yet their and there are mixed,

and they’re convinced that all my ills can very soon be fixed.

Forget my moans, my name’s been called, enunciated strongly.

Computer generated speech was used, pronouncing my name wrongly!

I feel unwell!

Twittering Tale #28 – 2 May 2017

Kat Myrman has this wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

They rose into the air as one, disturbed by the moans and groans of the last human survivors. They so looked forward to the impending feast!

(140 characters)

Sunday sentiment – haiku

 Elections again

Not enough good policies

Too many choices

April 24, 2017 Twittering Tales #27 – 25 April 2017

Kat Myrman has this wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

Her body fast dissolving in the cellar, he was now determined to obliterate every last trace of her. The accusing gaze mocked his efforts!

(139 characters)

The little sods from the !st Monchen Gladbach Scout Troop

Read this fantastic story of Scouting of yesteryear told by John. He is now retired, both from stealing from the Tuck Shop, and from his legal duties. He can still sing the old scouting songs though!

Broadsides

It must have been the summer of 1961. Certainly before the Beatles. The music that year was all Dean Martin and the Drifters, or itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini.* And I recall being in love with a girl in the 4th form at Queens’s school in Rheindalen, Carol, and constantly singing a song to her called “Oh Carol”.** And there was Elvis of course. Anyway, I was in the boy scouts then. Moved on I had from the cubs, left behind all that Akela and dib dib, dib, dob, dob, dob stuff. Cubs had sixers in charge. I had been a sixer when a cub. Born to command I was. Now, in that summer of ’61, I had graduated to the scouts and I was quickly made a Patrol leader. Sometimes I even wore long trousers.

They would meet once a week, Wednesday evening…

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Leave it Jezza, it’s not worth it!

Kirsty, one of the few blogging friends that I know IRL, has a few views about politics. She gave up soaps some time ago. Now she plans to give up politics……..well, almost!

kirstwrites

Several years ago I remember waking up in a cold sweat after a nightmare about EastEnders. I think it was about Sonia Fowler – that sweet brainy trumpet-playing girl who fell in love with bad boy Martin after he’d accidentally killed her lovely previous boyfriend, then didn’t realise she was pregnant until she went into labour, gave the baby up for adoption but then had a breakdown and kidnapped the child back. 

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I wish I’d said that #1

AUTHOR:	Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834)
QUOTATION:	I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose,—words in their best order; poetry,—the best words in their best order.

the left-behind

Owen, who has No Talent For Certainty, writes some amazing poetry. I think he has excelled himself with this. See what you think!

No Talent For Certainty

the left-behind:
no longer kept
by those who’ve fled
that place, or stage –

the ruthlessness
of time, who drops
the best things of
another age

the smiles that worked,
the words that soothed,
now empty echoes
in the grass

the left-behind:
the parts of us
that like us, too
must surely
pass

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Sunday sentiment – haiku

My heart overflows

every time I see you.

A new born baby!

Mind over matter

There’s a vast difference between WANTS and NEEDS, but sometimes the two coincide. Seems they did here!

Source: Mind over matter