#SoCS May 21/16 – “brake/break.”

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I’m reminded of the days when I was a kid and riding a billycart down the hill was an exciting prospect. Brakes were what your shoes were for.

We never gave such things as risk assessments a thought. There was too much at stake beating the kids from the neighbourhood as we vied for supremacy.

There was much love went into the construction. Some of us were better at it than others.

Ours was an assembly of bits of timber we found around the yard, a few wheels we sourced from the dump and piece of rope as the steering apparatus.

Strategy consisted of determining how much lean was required to take the bend at the bottom of our driveway and at the same time stay on the seat. No seat belts, no helmets, no one even had bike helmets in those days.

So our cart would be oiled up, made as ship shape as we could manage and the fun would begin. Corners would be taken at breath-taking speeds and shoes controlled the pace of the cart braking thankfully before anyone seriously hurt themselves.

Not only did you want the fastest cart you also wanted to know the ins and outs of the neighbours carts as any one else’s idea was always worth stealing.

To this day I recall the scraps and cuts, bruises and spills as we competed on what we considered the great racetracks of the world even if it was down my driveway.

 

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Prompt Nights: Imperfection is Beautiful

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I am the sum of my imperfections

Every flaw and fault makes me

The character I am

Gives rise to the belief

It’s why women run from me.

 

I am not social, neither drink nor smoke

I am the boring guy at the party

Sitting in the corner, twiddling his thumbs

Understanding minute by minute

Why girls run from me.

 

I meditate on why I am as I am

Can I get it up, keep it up, leave it up?

That has never been an argument

The actual cause as far as I know

For women to run from me.

 

People have imperfections marking them

With features we all love

A roguish element we fawn over

Want them in our circle

Never a woman runs from them.

 

I am me, quiet and reserved,

Alone the result of a damaged past

Venomous heartless attractions

Ripped and shredded my soul.

It’s why women run from me.

 

Forever imperfect struggling,

Persevering refusing to give in

Finding solace in my deflects

An inner peace that I am who I am

When women run from me, it’s their lose.

 

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#Maydays Prompt – Fairytale Fun – Fairies In My Garden

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Today’s #maydays prompt, feature a little magic, elves and or fairies.

There are fairies in my garden. I see them each day zipping in and out of my ferns. They love to swing and slide along the soft fronds of the maidenhairs and down the steep and exciting slopes of the majestic bird’s nests.

They’ve lived in my garden a long time. My grandmother introduced me to them as my initiation into things fairy in our garden.

What I didn’t know when I first became aware of them was the responsibility I had in caring for them. They feel comfortable with me being among them but for a stranger they have the ability to vanish and no amount of looking will reveal any sign of them.

Each Spring they hold an end of winter festival. All the garden fairies gather in the gardens centre to dance and sing, tell stories and plan the spring activities. For the past few years they have invited me to join in.

It’s always on a Thursday that this event is held and I venture into the garden and request an invitation to the celebrations. The King of the Fairies a very lovable Fairy called Michelmas enjoys the time I spend with them. He sends his special envoy to cast the spell required to bring me to fairy size and I am included in all the festivities.

There is always a feast, of special fairy meats and fairy vegetables washed down with very generous amounts of fairy wine.

The singing is always fun and assisted each year by the copious flagons of wine made available. Their songs are raucous and rambling, telling of dreams and schemes, of love and passion, of success and failure but always of hope and connection.

They celebrate long into the night and by the time I have had my fill and it is time to call it a night I invariably end up in my bed. How I get there I have never completely understood but I am left with wonderful memories.

There are fairies in my garden and its best you take my word for it.

 

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Music Prompt #43: “Someday We’ll Linger” by Gaelynn Lea – Love Screeches!

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Love screeches! Did you know that?

It reaches into your very soul

It twists and turns inside

Making you its plaything.

But you play,

I know I’ve seen you

Watched it tickle your fancy

Felt you gasping, craving

As you squeal for more.

 

Love screeches! Did you know?

It demands and its cajoles

It kids you, wakes you

When you think your senses are dead.

It rises, drags you at first

Kicking and screaming

But you feel its caress

Soothing those fears

Relaxing you inside its grip.

 

Love screeches! Did you know?

It’s a complex multi layered

State of mind, where you doubt

Rejoice, celebrate,

All within the space of minutes.

You wrap yourself within it

Your tingling bits

Echo inside your head

Your need, your yearning.

 

Love screeches!

You do know that…don’t you?

 

 

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#Maydays Prompt – Paths

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Today’s #maydays prompt features the word “Path”.

The path to Nowhere was a rugged one

All down hill with so many obstacles

Treacherous declines, rocky outcrops

Times when danger loomed large

Life and death events.

Though when you reach Nowhere

It is in fact Somewhere.

All around the horizon

As far as the eye can see

Is evidence of life.

Far to my right was the city

Thriving in his magnificence

Sucking life and giving back

In its own unique way.

To my left is and a vast wasteland

The place lost souls inhabit

Seeking and craving love.

They wander aimlessly

Forever lost in Nowhere

Never realising they are Somewhere.

 

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Tale Weaver #66: May 19 2016: All that Glitters

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This week, let’s explore: “All that glitters is not gold.”

The word/concept which I’m offering as point of inspiration?

DIAMOND

The relationship had flourished there was no doubt. Summer had never been so happy in finding Tommy. They were very different people but had been brave to try each other out.

The tentative meetings on the bus had developed into the most wonderful time for them both.

She knew Tommy had doubted his ability, had not thought himself good enough but to Summer he was the man of her dreams. Attentive, loving, compassionate and above all genuine.

They had been conducting their relationship for some months when Tommy one day dropped the M word. There was nothing to ponder as far as Summer was concerned, she’d marry him in a heartbeat but first she knew she had to come clean.

Her past and who she was began to nag at her. Would he still love her if he knew the truth about her.

In the early hours of the morning when she awoke to find him sleeping peacefully beside her, she contemplated the future once she revealed her secret.

She knew he thought the sun shone out of her, that she was the perfect woman for him and she knew he was just so perfect for her. All she could think of was the tarnish she was going to apply to the magic they both felt. It was clear to her that Tommy should know about her past. And for that matter her present.

So one Sunday afternoon she sat beside him and told him her story.

She hadn’t always been Summer. She had an alter ego a feisty character called Esther. She explained to Tommy that when they made love she would from time to time become aggressive. Esther was that aggression.

Tommy thought back to the previous night when Summer had for no reason he could think of at the time, thrust him to the bed and straddled him. She had sworn at him, urged him on, calling for him to go harder. It was very much arousing for him and he just thought it part of Summer’s response. He had heard of alternate egos and now Summer, his beautiful girl, was talking of hers.

He was silent listening to her. He could tell she was nervous, concerned as to his reaction but he soothed her fears, he held her close, he told her it made no difference, he loved Summer for being who she was.

Summer was relieved and knew that at some point Esther would overpower her and confront Tommy and it might not end well.

Two weeks later it happened.

Summer and Tommy had finished their lovemaking and Summer went to freshen up in the bathroom. Tommy lay on the bed still euphoric.

It was then he met Esther. She appeared at the end of the bed. She looked different to Summer, her hair was drawn back from her forehead, her eyes had narrowed and she looked at him with malice.

She told him who she was. She told him she was the one who protected Summer and if he ever hurt her, disappointed her in any way he would have to answer to her.

She watched him the whole time before conceding that she didn’t understand what Summer saw in him but he made her happy and that was all that mattered to her.

Then she walked back into the bathroom and seconds later Summer reappeared. More nervous than ever having been unable to stop the aggressive Esther.

She sat beside him and he pulled her down to lie beside him. He stroked her head, told her he loved her and that Esther would be ok with him, that he would treat them both with great respect and honesty.

Tommy bent to kiss his beautiful Esther, once again they began to move towards the love making that made them both feel whole.

Inside Summer, Esther smiled at the thought that soon Summer would be wearing Tommy’s diamond.

 

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Hump Day Poetry – Week 15 – The Retirement Medal

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The retirement medal never arrived

A small non-descript piece of metal

Symbolising a career long spent.

He asked why?

His boss said she’d inquire

Thought he should have long received it.

He waited weeks, months, no word.

He made his own request to the employer

Received what he never expected

A short note on Department letterhead.

“Your last determination: Inefficient.”

He felt devastated

Why was he never told?

The embarrassment tenfold

Had he known

He would not have asked

Saved himself the indignity.

It explained why his colleagues

In the workplace kept a distance

Not wishing to sully their hands.

He’d loved his job, forty years

Of dedication,

With successes and failures

Like everyone else, so he thought.

I’ve been so pretentious he thought

My own inflated ego has brought me down.

Just what you deserve said his unworthy demon

Celebrating the fact.

He pulled up his bed covers

Thinking he’d stay a little longer.

 

Written for: https://ionanerissa.wordpress.com/2016/05/18/hump-day-poetry-week-15/

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#Maydays Prompt – Beauty is in the hand of the penholder

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There were tears in your eyes

Spilling down your face as you

Were told of the enormity of the problem.

Your love, the one you nurtured

Was unwell and you knew

It was time to say farewell.

You have always impressed me

With your courage and compassion

The love you exhibit

For those close to you.

Your ability to touch the lives

Of so many both spiritually and physically.

Now you are suffering

Through no fault of your own

A quirk of fate, a trick of genetics.

You held and consoled her until the last minutes

Holding her to your chest

Nursing her in this distressful time

Your own heart breaking,

You knew it was time to let her go.

What moved me was the beauty of the dignity

You transferred to her,

Allowing her to feel so loved.

I shed tears of my own

Knowing I am lucky

To a part of your day.

 

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#Maydays Prompt – Let’s hear it for the girls

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#Maydays Prompt – Let’s hear it for the girls

There was quite a crowd in attendance for the annual Girls V Boys soccer match on the village oval.

It was many things besides a fund-raiser for the children’s hospital. It was the one day in the year where the girls pitted their skills against the boys. In past years the girls had received a drubbing from the boys but this year there was an air of expectation that they would make a greater showing.

The game kicked off with the girls mid field taking charge.

This year the team was being prompted by KL, with ML and their best player XL primed and ready to go. The ball was sent forward where the forwards Beryl, Cheryl and Merryl pushed towards the goal. Beryl sent the ball the Merryl who centred it to Cheryl and suddenly the ball was in the net and the crowd in the Ladies Stand went berserk.

The boys led by Joel the Bowl, due to his size took the ball back to the half way and kicked off determined to attack ruthlessly if necessary to even the score.

But all their efforts were thwarted as raid after raid was defended by the back row of Maisy, Daisy and Lacey. These girls were known for their ball play and most guys who played against them never complained. They were aided by the experienced skill of Olga the Oldhead in goal whose experience as once a member of the now infamous Crones All-Stars had facilitated a change of name but she still in her advancing years possessed the lithe and fit body of a woman many years her junior.

As the game drew near to a conclusion the urgency of the boys to at least even up the score became more desperate. This desperation led to them making a mistake which saw the ball suddenly at the feet of Beryl who flicked the ball across to Cheryl who back backflipped it to Merryl who slipped an inside pass to Beryl who slammed the ball into the net GOAL!!!!!!

By now the Ladies in the Ladies stand where hysterical with delight knowing the boys would be feeling dumb, duded and gutted. But they figured it was the turn of the girls to win and they stood as one and sang their own version of the song – Let’s Hear it for the Girls – which in the public interest cannot be published here.

 

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#Maydays Prompt – Flying without Wings

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Today’s #maydays prompt may your character take a flight, a fall or a leap (real or metaphorical).

It wasn’t a matter of taking to the skies

But one of confidence and belief

Of knowing you could fly

Achieve the height

Most only dreamed of.

But it was never easy

Obstacles and roadblocks

Littered your path

As though one success

Led to another.

I marvelled in your perseverance

You never gave up

You believed in me

You trusted in us

You let me hold your hand

As you soared high

Above the scaremonger’s clouds.

 

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