Wordle #101 “March 14, 2016” – The Novitiate.

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This week’s words: Glare Nyctophilia (a love or preference for night, darkness) Novitiate (the state or period of being a novice of a religious order or congregation. the quarters occupied by religious novices during probation. the state or period of being a beginner in anything. a novice.) Structure Tattoo Eristic (a person who engages in debate; conversationalist. the art of disputation.) Erogenous Irregular Adjust Lurk Siphon Terrorize

 

 

Greg, Heavens own sent angel on earth and his ‘friend’ Wayne, Hells erstwhile representative on earth sat at the breakfast table looking over their schedule for the day.

They both looked at the date, Wayne with relish and Greg with his usual sense of dread.

It was the day they visited the novitiate.

For Wayne it was a sort of smorgasbord of souls all ready and waiting to be tempted into eternal damnation. Greg on the other hand was trepidatous about the visit as it meant appealing to the novice’s good graces and in so many cases the novices had none. It wasn’t hard to understand when you considered the rigors of monastic life.

The glare of temptation was strong, these were vibrant and sensuous women forced to ignore the calling of every erogenous zone on their body day in and day out. It was a very tough gig for so many.

Sister Amanda Jane or Sister A-J as she preferred had discovered she was a nyctophile and roamed the cloisters at night in search of another nun who might join her in erogenous discovery. Of course there were many candidates, Sister Willomena Child, known outside of chapel as the Sister Wild Thing, was one such willing body.

She was one of Wayne’s favourites and had even allowed Wayne to tattoo his name onto her left breast. Wayne had recently completed a tattoo course at Hades Tatts and Body Piercing School for Devilish Demons and was always eager to put his newfound skills to use.

To say that both entities disagreed over most things was putting it mildly. So often they engaged in eristic debate which often got heated and led to the two angels stamping their feet and giving off in Greg’s case small angelic puffs of smoke from his feet and in Wayne’s case small devilish flames from out his ears. Either way you looked at it, it was something to adjust to, as it was very unbecoming on both sides.

On this particular day Greg had insisted that he see Sister A-J to try and save her soul while Wayne was happy to pay Sister Wild Thing one of what he called an irregular visit. Greg shuddered at the thought of what that meant but he was sure it involved some sort of syphoning of some sort that was sure to end in tears.

Greg wanted to give Sister A-J a structure by which she might live her chaste life even though he doubted she was very chaste at all more likely she was chased more often than chaste.

Greg found Sister A-J lurking with Sister Wild Thing in a very un-novitiate pose at the entrance to the novitiate a pose which he knew was designed to terrorise the other novices as they went down to early morning prayer.

As they approached the two sisters they became aware of the two women making a b-line for Wayne who was grinning from ear to ear and showing a very non-entity response held out his arms to the two women.

Wayne acted quickly offering Sister A-J a tattoo on any part of her body that wouldn’t cause him embarrassment. She turned to Wayne and begged him to put one on her…Greg shut his ears at that very moment the glare of his own damnation terrorising his own holy person.

He looked up to see the two nuns either side of Wayne disappearing down the sacred cloisters with Wayne offering to help them discover a new erogenous zone known only to the devil inside of you.

Greg looking disconsolate, looked down and saw that Wayne had left him a ham sandwich* which under the circumstances was a whole lot better than dealing with ladies tattoos and erogenous zones.

 

* Previous Wayne and Greg Tales appeared at:

https://summerstommy.com/2016/02/15/wordle-bonus-good-vs-evil-february-15-2016-best-friends/

 

Tale Weaver # 55 Making Sense of Nonsense – Agrotive

 

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Daily Prompt – Incomplete

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I’m glad my life is incomplete.

I’m working on the notion

That as I draw my final breathe

I’ll have achieved some sense

Of completion.

But I doubt it will happen

For life is an incomplete process.

There will always be something to do

Someone to love

Some place to visit.

That idea makes it all so exciting

The prospect that no matter what

Or where I go there will be another place

Another person I’d like to know

And if I’m very lucky

Will want to know me.

So incomplete is how I like it

As I love the thought of a tomorrow.

 

Written for: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/incomplete/

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Prompt Nights – Guérison par la foi – Faith, healing – My Love for You

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This week we are asked to share our poetic views about faith or healing. What is that one thing in your life that represents faith or the process of healing.

 

I can’t say what it is

Its faith isn’t it

That’s the whole point.

You believe or you don’t.

You don’t need physical proof

The truth lies within you.

Whether its to a deity or not

The compunction to believe

To trust is there

And when I look at you and see your pain

I want to cry out to whatever it is

That governs my everyday

To help you in some way

Show you the light, the way

However it works

Bring you back from that edge

I see you hovering near.

At the centre of life is love

We can’t get away from that

We can deny it all we like

Turn our backs

But its still there

Morning, noon and night.

Its what makes me believe

My love for you.

 

Written for: http://www.adashofsunny.com/prompt-nights-guerison-par-la-foi-faith-healing-9/

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Writing Prompt #150 “The Lovers” The Girl and The Boy

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The girl from humble beginnings

Held back by fears and haunting words:

‘You’re no good’, ‘you’ll ruin everything you touch’.

Love became an elusive ghost

She had long given up the cause.

Until the boy came along.

In all innocence she never expected

Those feelings she felt rumbling

Might ever be realised.

In two minds she wondered of desire

With such bedevilling in her mind.

She could so easily ruin him

Lose him in dark places she abhorred.

As lovers they connected

He loved her as the woman he saw

She loved him for the man he was.

Despite their flaws

Their love increased

From shy, to smile, to smitten.

In gentle ways their hands did clasp,

Their bodies when entwined

Took each other far away

In poignant treasured moments.

In morning light they lay together

He loved her precious self

She saw him as not like other men

It was, as it should have been,

Her voices laid to rest.

 

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/03/13/writing-prompt-150-the-lovers/

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FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #11 – The Middle of Nowhere

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My Uncle Darcy loved a good holiday to some unusual place.

He did this most of his life and as he aged so did his mind.

Even when Edgar his travelling companion died Darcy would still plan and go off on his trip.

His last trip took him only a few days which surprised us as usually he would be gone a week or two.

Every time he’d return he’d have photos of his trip and always began by telling us what he had seen in the middle of nowhere.

He flashed up the photo, above, and stood back marvelling at it before announcing: You wouldn’t believe this but this is the middle of nowhere…”  We all looked at it and as always uttered the required exclamations of wonder before realising that this year Uncle Darcy had travelled to the local shopping centre and not the middle of nowhere.

It was Darcy’s last trip away. The following year I drove him to the riverbank where he sat for several hours before stating:

‘You wouldn’t believe a river that big could be in the middle of no where.”

 

Written for: https://rogershipp.wordpress.com/2016/03/11/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-week-11-2016/

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SoCS March 12/16 – ball

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This week the prompt is the word “ball”

This morning I have just returned from the local Catholic Ball. Believe it or not but I was the Belle of the Ball. Who’d a thought me, Richard Head would have gotten away with it. But in drag dearies I can convince anyone that I am, Deirdre Ballfop.

To say I had a ball is putting it mildly as I danced the night away and the only issue I have today are the balls of my feet that are killing me after wearing those six-inch stilettos all night.

At one time I had three men trying to dance with me but I held my head high and was determined to behave, if you know what I mean.

Today Roger is taking me to the basketball even though I’d rather the softball. All those soft round buttocks, so ball like I find so very appealing.

But it’s those tall basket ballers I think get to Roger. He sits in the stand a ball in each hand fondling them as he watches. I find it quite erotic. But sorry I digress you don’t want to hear about Roger’s balls or my fantasies.

Roger has a Q-Ball shaped head and I love to give it a polish from time to time. Some days I imagine I can see my face it as I can get it shining so bright.

But we love each other even though he does refer to me as the old ball and chain. I take it as a term of endearment, for lets face it at our age we take them any way we can.

Though to other day he did bowl a no ball when he pointed out my chicken neck. I was very affronted and told him so. He looked at me askance but after a good half hour haranguing I could see the ball drop and he understood.

So to make up he gave me a new ballpoint pen with which I am penning my new novel: Balls, Balloons and Balloney…its bound to be a best seller.

So I hope you have a ball this weekend, good luck…

 

Written for: http://lindaghill.com/2016/03/11/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-1216/

 

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Music Prompt #33 “Wade in the Water” performed by Ella Jenkins – There’s a Trouble with Water

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vg_8L96E3eU

 

There’s a trouble with water.

It can be all life giving today

But take your soul the next.

In the middle of the night I find myself

Up to my knees in a raging torrent

Walking striding against the flow

The current dragging me back.

Ahead lies an unknown future

But better than where I’m coming from.

Behind me is torment and ridicule

A life in shackles

Where I do not exist

Where my worth is zero.

I wake with a start

Perspiration soaks my clothes

Another nightmare

Another struggle

I sit up, take stock

See and understand

The reoccurring metaphor.

My confinement is over

There is a tomorrow

Where freedom beckons

But all my strength is needed

To reach the point of hope.

There’s a trouble with water

It cleanses your soul one day

Soils you the next

Making you unrecognisable.

It’s all about knowing

Where to put your feet.

 

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/03/11/music-prompt-33-wade-in-the-water-performed-by-ella-jenkins/

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Tale Weavers # 56: March Madness – Just Two Guys

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Image: The Full Moon Triskelion Pendant Series: The Full Crow Moon: March

 

Tale Weavers, this week – anything goes; only two stipulations. One: at least some of your tale should transpire in March. Two: that the tale have at least a moment or two of madness!

 

Hurry.

I am

Hurry more.

I am.

Write something down.

I am.

More than, I am, write something down. With this prompt you have to write something pithy.

Pithy?

Yes Pithy.

Why pithy?

Because Phylor will read it as will Pat and you know how keen they are to see you write something of substance.

Substance?

Yes you know with a bit of grit and grim in it, words that aren’t afraid to get down and dirty and leave you gasping for more.

Well I’ve written all that down. Anything else?

Well I don’t know. It’s all your idea.

My idea?

Yes you.

Me?

Yes you keep hassling me saying write something, hurry, hurry, hurry.

Well she did say it was a March madness month and she wants something with madness in it.

Is it March?

I think so.

Can you be more sure?

No.

Maybe we should just post a photo of us and leave it at that, a sort of photographic essay.

With one photo?

Why not.

That would be just silly.

No I saw a painting at the gallery the other day, four million bucks a red dot on a white canvas.

Really four million?

Yep, curator said worth every penny.

Why?

He said it explored the artist’s inner conflict with his own sense of colour attachment against a world that wanted him to paint in multiple colours. Made sense to me, sort of.

You’re insane.

Great now we are getting somewhere. March Madness, insanity, we’re on a roll.

Like a sausage roll, a Vienna roll or a paper roll?

Perfect. Go on.

Lets me see, I saw see shells by the seashore.

Wonderful.

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.

Fabulous keep it up.

How many men can you get up a ten-foot ladder in the pouring rain?

You are amazing. I’m writing all this down.

Then you are insane.

No no no just a tad odd.

Is that enough?

Well she is a tough customer.

Phylor?

Yes?

No she’s a pussycat.

You think?

Yes.

What about Pat?

Oh she’s a darling.

She is?

Yes she’ll write the most beautiful thought provoking comment. We’ll be embarrassed I know we will.

That’s a big assumption.

I suppose it is.

What if she doesn’t read it?

Well that will be disappointing.

It would.

Then we could imagine what her comment might be.

You’re both insane?

That’d be a start.

Oh dear I do hate all this waiting.

So do I.

When do you think they’ll let us out of these straight jackets?

They said we have to say something sensible.

Ha. I think they are in for a wait.

Well they make us wait.

But we’re good at it.

Yes we are.

Lets play tennis next.

Ok.

You can serve….

 

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/03/10/tale-weavers-56-march-madness/

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Hump Day Poetry – Week 5 – Words

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It’s barely the middle of the week

I stand triumphant on the peak

Of another wonderful Wednesday.

Words have flowed from my mind

Down through my fingers

Across the screen in a logical way.

It gets like that early in the week

When ideas flow, the skies your limit

With nothing to lose and no one to impress

Its all a matter of words, words, words.

Have you ever wondered why it is?

That from today its like pulling teeth

Finding the word that will match the metre

So that by Friday it’s a jumble

A pile of meaningless piffle

Gathering at your feet as they fall to the floor.

Thank God I say as Monday arrives

I pick up handfuls of illogical words

Throw them at the screen and watch them dance

As they push and shove their way once again

To form the sense that eluded me before.

For from today it’s a downhill ride

Might as well relax think of the weekend

Of dinner, drinks and warm fluffy bed.

 

Written for: https://ionanerissa.wordpress.com/2016/03/09/hump-day-poetry-week-5/

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Photo Challenge# 103 – Innocence a Commodity

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The shadow spread

In every direction

Hidden for the most

Ignored by many

Because innocence was now a commodity.

Those who complained of the shadow

Were scoffed at,

Disbelief and ridicule dominated.

So the shadow thickened

As innocence became a commodity.

Lies and secrets allowed it to exist

Denial and closed doors concealed it

It lurked and infiltrated

Under cover of darkness

Under the guise of God’s love

Innocence became a commodity.

When called to account

They looked the other way

Said it could, didn’t happen

Shuffled the deck,

For innocence was a commodity.

Sins were committed

The paradox of Gods love

As the perpetrators of evil

Blessed and violated the meek

For innocence is a commodity.

In communities parents wept

Their children damaged forever

Those responsible indifferent

Not particularly interested

For innocence was a disposal commodity.

In a house in a quiet respectable street

The shadow darkens over an aging woman

Who weeps from pain and abandonment

Recalling a time long ago when

Her innocence was a commodity.

 

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/03/08/photo-challenge-103/

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