A new collaboration with Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess – Halloween Special

selective focus photo of cemetery lantern
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I have collaborated with Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess on two poems so far:

  1. In Search of Happiness:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/07/21/in-search-of-happiness-a-collaborative-poem-by-beckie-of-beckies-mental-mess-and-kristian-of-tales-from-the-mind-of-kristian/

and

2. The Creation (about the Creative writing process)

A Collaboration By Beckie of “Beckie’s Mental Mess” and Kristian of “Tales From The Mind of Kristian” ~ The Creation ~ The Final Piece

3. On Travelling:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/09/03/timetravel-the-final-poem-a-collaboration-between-beckie-of-beckies-mental-mess-and-talesfromthemindofkristian/

 

This one is about Halloween.

 

It seemed like such a playful lark, 

to sleep in the graveyard, after dark……

 

Beckie’s bit:

Though second guesses and question-marks

played inside my mind, I heard a mean dog bark.

 

My response:

This had all be done for a wicked bet,

I saw no harm at first, and yet…

 

Beckie’s response:
Surrounded by death, what could be a threat?
However, I was anxious and began to fret.

 

My bit:

I regretted it already, in perfect hindsight,

after all, it was eerily dark that Halloween night. 

 

Beckie’s Part:

I brought my lantern for a little bit of light,

unfortunately for me, the light played tricks with my sight.

 

My response:

Did I see, in the shadows, a skeletal hand?

And other tormented shapes, I could scarcely understand. 

 

Beckie’s bit:

With little light, my eyes squinted as I scanned,

tombstones and mausoleums that tip, and could barely stand.

 

and from me:

And then as the ancient clock struck the witching hour

the wind blew cold and the earthly scents turned sour. 

 

Beckie’s Bit:

The ground began to shake, with such force and power,

gravestones cracked knocking over the vases of flowers.

 

My Bit:

I let out a scream, feeling full of fear and dread,

as from their broken granite graves rose up the dead.

 

Beckie’s Bit:

What started as a playful lark, I was riddled with fear instead,

Mausoleum doors screeched open, a body appeared with no head.

 

My Bit:

An eerie light descended looking greenish in the fog, 

Then a piercing, ghoulish howl, was it a banshee or just a dog?

 

Beckie’s Bit:

Sounds of the ghoulish howling grew closer, I hid behind a log,

as the scent of rotten eggs drifted through the thick smog.

 

My addition:

And cowering from my hiding place, I took a glimpse and saw, 

A thousand zombie bodies gathered armed, as if for war. 

 

Beckie’s Bit:

How were they to gnaw,  if they had been missing a jaw?

Thoughts raced, the fear shook me to my very core.

 

My Bit:

As I huddled down in shadows and held my living breath, 

I could see the guts and gory corpses and smell the scent of death. 

Over to you Beckie, hope you enjoy this one 😉

A new collaboration with Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess and Kristian of Tales From The Mind of Kristian– Halloween Special

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Terrible Poetry Contest -Little Bo Peep, Unemployed.

selective focus beige and brown goat
Photo by Sơn Bờm on Pexels.com

This poem was written for Chelsea Owens Terrible Poetry Contest, see the link below:

The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest

 

Little Bo Peep – Unemployed.

 

Little Bo Peep

Had lost her sheep,

But she knew just where to find them

They’d been taken away

The other day

For slaughter, so she no longer had to mind them.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 13/October/2019

Tell the Story Challenge – Reaching Out – A macabre poem.

I’ve been tagged in a Tell the Story Challenge by my Pal, Rory, A Guy Called Bloke, click on the link to his post:

Tell The Story Challenge – Don’t Look …

 

He has given me this picture and asked me to write a story or poem: Well here goes.

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Looking down from the gallery

At the very top of the stairs,

I catch a glimpse of Cousin Valerie,

Sneaking up on me, unawares.

I was shocked to see her standing there,

Shocked and stunned, it has to be said,

Because it was like some dark nightmare,

Cousin Valerie was very dead.

Yet here she was reaching out to me,

A feverish look in her pale blue eyes

Eyes that were glassy and could not see,

Yet full of hateful malice and unsaid why’s.

I didn’t cry or shed one tear,

I didn’t try to run away,

I stood my ground without a fear,

I’d killed her already once, that day.

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/10/02/gallery/

 

Here is a picture of Berry Pomeroy castle ruins (one of the most haunted places in Britain, apparently)

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If you want to write something inspires by this picture, please be my guest. 🙂

 

50 Word Thursday #36 – How many Roads?

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He travelled alone, his pack on his back,

stumbling along the dusty old track,

though he’d naught to his name,

he felt glad, all the same,

for he had some things he’d sure hate to lose,

A tune in his head and a good pair of shoes.

Promises of youth had turned traitor and fled,

Replaced by the certainty of another road to tread.

He built his fires in a thousand places

and remembered the love on a good many faces,

and slept on the banks of rivers.

wrapped in a coat to hold back his shivers,

 The grass grew over his tracks,

time took its toll leaving no time to relax,

 but he knew where they were when he came again

his memories sharp, with feelings of pain,

And though he’d travelled,  long and far,

he stopped by the roadside and took out his guitar.

And strummed, his voice clear, his face gave a frown,

and sang, “How many roads must a man walk down?”

His tenor tones rang out as he grimaced and grinned,

but found no answer at all blowing in the wind.

How many roads to forget what he saw?

How many roads?

Always one more.

[200 Words]

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 10th September 2019

 

This poem was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge which ends Wednesday afternoon, so you still have time to take part if you want to. Click on the link below:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/09/05/50-word-thursday-36/

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/09/10/traitor/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/09/10/rdp-tuesday-guitar/

 

 

 

 

 

TimeTravel – The final poem, a collaboration between Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess and Talesfromthemindofkristian.

Clock, Clock Face, Wave, Present, Year, Century

I have written a few collaborative poems with Beckie, of Beckie’s Mental Mess, where we each add to lines and pass it back and forth between us, they are great fun.  This one is probably the longest we have done.

Here is the finished poem:

 

I walked through the home my grandmother once owned,

in the middle of the attic remained a dusty,  antiquated trunk.

it contained a painting of her, looking like a queen enthroned,

and other seeming treasures, though some eyes would see only junk. 

The painting revealed that she was not fully grown,

because of the oversized top-hat, the essence of futuristic steampunk. 
And in the trunk, I saw a strange but old device rather like a phone,

with brass cogs and wheels and silver dials covered in oily gunk.

I studied the device with a fine-toothed comb 

after, I carefully scrubbed all the components of that oily funk.

Then the gadget started whirring, letting out a plaintive moan,

I pressed a button on it, frantically, then it pulled me far from home.

A wormhole of flashing lights and scenes went by through this cyclone,

my finger pressed on the red button and was dumped at some ancient catacomb. 

I saw some figures dressed in togas and realised I was under the hills of Rome, 

A centurion shouted at me, but I never had learned Latin, I pressed the button and Zoom. 

Boom! Back in the attic alongside the trunk in my grandmother’s home.

An envelope sat atop the Steampunk top hat, lights fluttered against the chrome.

I pulled out the letter from the envelope and in my granny’s hand it read, 

“Darling, I know you’ll read this, by the way, I’m from the future” Granny Said. 

“I know this might come to you as a shock, but Darling Dearest, I’m not dead.”

“… you’ll require the hat and remote for your journey.” I reread.

I followed granny’s careful instructions, and Gosh, she’d written quite a few,

then donned the hat, pressed the button and whizzed back to the battle of Waterloo. 

Plop! smack dab in the middle of the blood and gore, pressed the button, and bid adieu,

back through the cyclone, time speeding by, landed in Vietnam amongst the tall bamboo.

I gave a friendly wave to Jane Fonda teaching aerobics to a local retinue, 

Then pressed once more, the button and again back through time, I flew.

I landed in Midtown, 1931, the Empire State Building, floors reaching 102.

Why did I know this? I’m afraid of heights… Pressed another button, and “Woo-Hoo!”

And back I went, to the dawn of time, when everything was green and new,

I narrowly escaped from a Tyrannosaurus rex, when a meteor storm blew. 

Phew! I pressed that button in a knick of time! through the cyclone again, I flew.

Landed amongst an 18th-century French cotillion, women dressed in cobalt blue.

And soldiers marched along with pipes and drums, playing a tune I knew,

I sang along, with the throng, to the Marseillaise as the band came through. 

As I listened and sang along, a young lad came into the venue,

he handed me an envelope addressed to me, I was taken aback and a bit confused. 

Another letter from Granny saying “In order to find me, you need a more forward view,

stop searching for me in the distant past” the old dear sounded so amused!

The band finished marching by, and I wondered what to do,

‘am I able to program the gadget or hat?’ I was so enthused. 

I twisted the dial on the hat and cranked the handle a time or two,

then rushed ahead a thousand years, feeling befuddled and rather bruised.

When I landed in unknown territory, I was lightheaded and so confused,

was I still here on earth, or now cruising throughout the Cosmo’s?

This desolate planet did not seem like Earth at all, was it Venus, Mars or Uranus?

I thought “There’s life Jim, but not as we know it”, a quote that’s often misused. 

Where ever I may have landed, the planets and stars were all quite luminous.
Was I even in the same galaxy? I was truly bemused.

I was screaming loudly inside my head, but still, I didn’t make a fuss

Then gliding across that desolate space, a hovercar towards me, slowly cruised.

As the hovercar weaved through space, I felt my demeanor adjust,

I was a bit apprehensive, as the hovercar began to land and the air around it defused.

I felt my heart race and knew something would happen, it must,

As the car doors opened upwards, a glowing white mist effused. 

I was frozen, thinking some alien being would emerge from the cosmic dust,

all was silent, then I focussed… A little old woman laughing, she seemed rather amused.

It was Granny, not dead at all, looking larger than life and robust, 

I gave her a big hug and she stared into my eyes,  “What took you so damn long?” she accused. 

With tears in my eyes, I tried to explain, “Granny, I missed you so much!”

I handed her the hat and remote, and exclaimed, “They both made me so confused.”

“Well, Never mind, my dear, you’re here and that’s all very nice, and such,

But did you bring me what I asked you for?” Said Granny, I started to feel rather used. 

I stood there in disbelief, then inquired, “Grandma, I left to find you in such a rush,

I don’t recall reading what you needed or wanted,”  For, this was not an excuse.

Granny gave a stern frown “Look, you can spare me all that emotional slush!

I’m a Granny on a mission, I should have known you’d be no use!”

I couldn’t believe this attitude I was receiving, it must have shown on my face, now flushed.

“Grandma! that’s about enough! I didn’t come here for this abrupt abuse!”

I have to admit I was feeling rather hurt, totally shaken, emotionally crushed.

Said Granny “Look, I’m sorry dear, but we’ve got a job to do, there’s absolutely no time to lose!”

I had never seen my grandmother act this way, as she spewed and gushed,

Wise-ass, me, questioned rather quickly, “Do you want to find Grandpa?” I mused.

Grandma shed a doleful tear “No, I’m afraid he’s gone where time cannot touch,

“I have to go and bring back the seeds of trees, they died long ago” she reproved.

I felt terrible to bring up such a solemn time, that I totally misjudged,

“Seeds of trees?”, I soon rebutted, “Are you saying, I’m to go back to the present, and retrieve them for you?”

“No,” Granny said “I’ll come too, my mission was to create a biodome, after all, we totally fudged,

protecting the planet. I need to bring back trees  and some bees beginning nature anew.”

Granny picked up the top hat and remote and began to point towards the hovercar with a nudge,

“We require a hover truck, to transfer the trees an bees and a larger crew.”

I was taken aback by my bossy Grandmother, I could see why my Mother bore a grudge

I couldn’t help commenting “No Granny dear, you forget that from little seeds big trees grew”

“Fine! We’ll pick up the seeds, I’ll be dead before I see the trees!” Granny stomped away feeling begrudged.

We settled into the hovercar and granny set gadgets to go back in time, and Zoom! off we flew.

Back to a time when the world was one great forest and people lived in huts of muddy sludge. 

but while we were there we made a few friends and taught them about farming too. 

Granny was so impressed by everyone working together, she finally released her grudge,

“Oh, my goodness, I had almost forgotten how beautiful it was.” As granny pointed at the tall bamboo.

we spent several pleasant weeks gathering cuttings and seeds until we had enough, 

a big guy named Ugg took a fancy to me, when we left, I bid him a fair fond adieu. 

As we travelled through time, Granny and I, we reminisced over the handsome natives in the buff,

Granny was quite calm and relaxed, we had the seedlings, and she was no longer acting the shrew.

We gathered a gang of Grannie’s mates, built a biodome and filled it with our stuff

Then we went forward again by fifty years and marvelled at the glorious view.

The biodome was incredible, clouds formed above resembling that of marshmallow fluff,

and a trickling brook flowing through oaks, maples, ferns, and a few spruce. 

Granny smiled and said, “My mission’s complete, thanks for helping, I know it’s been rough,

“Now the future’s safe, I suppose you’ll want to return to your own time and vamoose”

I thought about leaving, but I knew there was future work to be completed, and it would be tough…

“Granny, I think I’ll stay and help with growing space produce.”

“But I hope you don’t mind if I go back and find and bring back someone hairy and gruff, 

For I miss that man, Ugg, and his wonderful Hug, I’m not usually easy to seduce.”

THE END

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty and Beckie Cutler: September 2019

Time Travel – A Collaborative Piece By Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess and Kristian of Tales From The Mind of Kristian

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/09/03/time-travel-a-collaborative-piece-by-beckie-of-beckies-mental-mess-and-kristian-of-tales-from-the-mind-of-kristian/

 

Time Travel – A Collaborative Piece By Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess and Kristian of Tales From The Mind of Kristian

Clock, Clock Face, Wave, Present, Year, Century

I have written a few collaborative poems with Beckie, of Beckie’s Mental Mess, where we each add to lines and pass it back and forth between us, they are great fun. Beckie has started a new one, click on the link to her post:

Time Travel – A Collaborative Piece By Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess and Kristian of Tales From The Mind of Kristian

 

This is how Beckie began it:

 

I walked through the home my grandmother once owned,

in the middle of the attic remained a dusty,  antiquated trunk.

 

my addition:

it contained a painting of her, looking like a queen enthroned,

and other seeming treasures, though some eyes would see only junk. 

 

From Beckie:

The painting revealed that she was not fully grown,

because of the oversized top-hat, the essence of futuristic steampunk. 

 

My new bit:

And in the trunk, I saw a strange but old device rather like a phone,

with brass cogs and wheels and silver dials covered in oily gunk.

 

Beckie’s new bit:

I studied the device with a fine-toothed comb 

after, I carefully scrubbed all the components of that oily funk.

 

My addition:

Then the gadget started whirring, letting out a plaintive moan,

I pressed a button on it, frantically, then it pulled me far from home.

 

From Beckie:

A wormhole of flashing lights and scenes went by through this cyclone,

my finger pressed on the red button and was dumped at some ancient catacomb. 

 

My bit:

I saw some figures dressed in togas and realised I was under the hills of Rome, 

A centurion shouted at me, but I never had learned Latin, I pressed the button and Zoom. 

 

From Beckie:

Boom! Back in the attic alongside the trunk in my grandmother’s home.

An envelope sat atop the Steampunk top hat, lights fluttered against the chrome.

 

My new bit:

I pulled out the letter from the envelope and in my granny’s hand it read, 

“Darling, I know you’ll read this, by the way, I’m from the future” Granny Said. 

 

Beckie’s addition:

“I know this might come to you as a shock, but Darling Dearest, I’m not dead.”

“… you’ll require the hat and remote for your journey.” I reread.

 

And Mine:

I followed granny’s careful instructions, and Gosh, she’d written quite a few,

then donned the hat, pressed the button and whizzed back to the battle of Waterloo. 

 

From Beckie:

Plop! smack dab in the middle of the blood and gore, pressed the button, and bid adieu,

back through the cyclone, time speeding by, landed in Vietnam amongst the tall bamboo.

 

My Bit:

I gave a friendly wave to Jane Fonda teaching aerobics to a local retinue, 

Then pressed once more, the button and again back through time, I flew.

 

From Beckie:

I landed in Midtown, 1931, the Empire State Building, floors reaching 102.

Why did I know this? I’m afraid of heights… Pressed another button, and “Woo-Hoo!”

 

My bit:

And back I went, to the dawn of time, when everything was green and new,

I narrowly escaped from a Tyrannosaurus rex, when a meteor storm blew. 

 

Beckie’s new addition:

Phew! I pressed that button in a knick of time! through the cyclone again, I flew.

Landed amongst an 18th-century French cotillion, women dressed in cobalt blue.

 

My bit:

And soldiers marched along with pipes and drums, playing a tune I knew,

I sang along, with the throng, to the Marseillaise as the band came through. 

 

Beckie’s addition:

As I listened and sang along, a young lad came into the venue,

he handed me an envelope addressed to me, I was taken aback and a bit confused. 

 

My new bit:

Another letter from Granny saying “In order to find me, you need a more forward view,

stop searching for me in the distant past” the old dear sounded so amused!

Beckie’s addition:

The band finished marching by, and I wondered what to do,

‘am I able to program the gadget or hat?’ I was so enthused. 

 

and from me:

I twisted the dial on the hat and cranked the handle a time or two,

then rushed ahead a thousand years, feeling befuddled and rather bruised.

 

Beckie’s bit:

When I landed in unknown territory, I was lightheaded and so confused,

was I still here on earth, or now cruising throughout the Cosmo’s?

 

and from me:

This desolate planet did not seem like Earth at all, was it Venus, Mars or Uranus?

I thought “There’s life Jim, but not as we know it”, a quote that’s often misused. 

 

From Beckie

Where ever I may have landed, the planets and stars were all quite luminous.
Was I even in the same galaxy? I was truly bemused.

 

Any my bit:

I was screaming loudly inside my head, but still, I didn’t make a fuss

Then gliding across that desolate space, a hovercar towards me, slowly cruised.

 

Beckie’s addition:

As the hovercar weaved through space, I felt my demeanor adjust,

I was a bit apprehensive, as the hovercar began to land and the air around it defused.

 

My new bit:

I felt my heart race and knew something would happen, it must,

As the car doors opened upwards, a glowing white mist effused. 

 

From Beckie:

I was frozen, thinking some alien being would emerge from the cosmic dust,

all was silent, then I focussed… A little old woman laughing, she seemed rather amused.

My addition:

 

It was Granny, not dead at all, looking larger than life and robust, 

I gave her a big hug and she stared into my eyes,  “What took you so damn long?” she accused. 

 

From Beckie:

With tears in my eyes, I tried to explain, “Granny, I missed you so much!”

I handed her the hat and remote, and exclaimed, “They both made me so confused.”

 

My bit:

“Well, Never mind, my dear, you’re here and that’s all very nice, and such,

But did you bring me what I asked you for?” Said Granny, I started to feel rather used. 

 

Beckie’s addition:

I stood there in disbelief, then inquired, “Grandma, I left to find you in such a rush,

I don’t recall reading what you needed or wanted,”  For, this was not an excuse.

 

My bit:

Granny gave a stern frown “Look, you can spare me all that emotional slush!

I’m a Granny on a mission, I should have known you’d be no use!”

 

From Beckie:

I couldn’t believe this attitude I was receiving, it must have shown on my face, now flushed.

“Grandma! that’s about enough! I didn’t come here for this abrupt abuse!”

 

And my bit:

I have to admit I was feeling rather hurt, totally shaken, emotionally crushed.

Said Granny “Look, I’m sorry dear, but we’ve got a job to do, there’s absolutely no time to lose!”

From Beckie:

I had never seen my grandmother act this way, as she spewed and gushed,

Wise-ass, me, questioned rather quickly, “Do you want to find Grandpa?” I mused.

 

My addition:

Grandma shed a doleful tear “No, I’m afraid he’s gone where time cannot touch,

“I have to go and bring back the seeds of trees, they died long ago” she reproved.

 

From Beckie:

I felt terrible to bring up such a solemn time, that I totally misjudged,

“Seeds of trees?”, I soon rebutted, “Are you saying, I’m to go back to the present, and retrieve them for you?”

My new bit:

“No,” Granny said “I’ll come too, my mission was to create a biodome, after all, we totally fudged,

protecting the planet. I need to bring back trees  and some bees beginning nature anew.”

 

From Beckie:

Granny picked up the top hat and remote and began to point towards the hovercar with a nudge,

“We require a hover truck, to transfer the trees an bees and a larger crew.”

 

My new bit:

I was taken aback by my bossy Grandmother, I could see why my Mother bore a grudge

I couldn’t help commenting “No Granny dear, you forget that from little seeds big trees grew”

 

From Beckie:

 

“Fine! We’ll pick up the seeds, I’ll be dead before I see the trees!” Granny stomped away feeling begrudged.

We settled into the hovercar and granny set gadgets to go back in time, and Zoom! off we flew.

 

From me:

Back to a time when the world was one great forest and people lived in huts of muddy sludge. 

but while we were there we made a few friends and taught them about farming too. 

 

Beckie’s latest bit:

Granny was so impressed by everyone working together, she finally released her grudge,

“Oh, my goodness, I had almost forgotten how beautiful it was.” As granny pointed at the tall bamboo.

 

and from me:

we spent several pleasant weeks gathering cuttings and seeds until we had enough, 

a big guy named Ugg took a fancy to me, when we left, I bid him a fair fond adieu. 

Beckie’s new bit:

As we travelled through time, Granny and I, we reminisced over the handsome natives in the buff,

Granny was quite calm and relaxed, we had the seedlings, and she was no longer acting the shrew.

 

And my addition:

We gathered a gang of Grannie’s mates, built a biodome and filled it with our stuff

Then we went forward again by fifty years and marvelled at the glorious view.

 

From Beckie:

The biodome was incredible, clouds formed above resembling that of marshmallow fluff,

and a trickling brook flowing through oaks, maples, ferns, and a few spruce. 

 

My Bit:

Granny smiled and said, “My mission’s complete, thanks for helping, I know it’s been rough,

“Now the future’s safe, I suppose you’ll want to return to your own time and vamoose”

 

Beckie’s bit:

I thought about leaving, but I knew there was future work to be completed, and it would be tough…

“Granny, I think I’ll stay and help with growing space produce.”

 

My Bit:

“But I hope you don’t mind if I go back and find and bring back someone hairy and gruff, 

For I miss that man, Ugg, and his wonderful Hug, I’m not usually easy to seduce.”

 

 

back to you, Beckie 🙂

Time Travel – A Collaborative Piece By Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess and Kristian of Tales From The Mind of Kristian

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twittering Tales – Conquering the Dragon

Mashup of photos by pendleburyannette (dragon) & MichaelGaida (forest) at Pixabay.com

 

It was a crazy initiation,

Fight the dragon, impress the nation,

but something sporadic, unplanned,

Happened that shocked the land.

They sent a novice, a raw beginner

But oddly, he returned the winner

He didn’t fight, attack or defend,

He talked to the Dragon and made him a friend.

[280 Characters]

 

This poem was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge, click on the link below to take part:

Twittering Tales #151 – 27 August 2019

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/09/01/winner/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/09/01/your-daily-word-prompt-initiation-september-1-2019/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/09/01/rdp-sunday-sporadic/

FOWC with Fandango — Raw

 

 

Empty Gestures – A multiple word prompt poem.

black and gold colored analog watch with leather strap
Photo by Marta Branco on Pexels.com

Empty Gestures

You gave me this new bracelet, but an empty gesture, this is,

When all I really wanted was your loving hugs and kisses,

You bought me some lovely things, a car, a diamond ring,

But when you are miles away from me, they don’t actually mean a thing.

I’m not being contentious, I’m not trying to agitate,

Next to your company, these objects are just inadequate.

I never asked for diamonds, or that pink Cadillac too,

It wasn’t things like that I loved so much, it was only you.

Yet here I sit in my new car, a bracelet around my wrist,

The diamond ring, the clothes, everything, just make a sorry list,

Of items that just show one thing, the empty gestures that you send,

When all I want is your time, your love, why can’t you comprehend?

copyright: Kristian Fogarty 20/August/2019

 

I have included the following word prompts:

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/08/20/your-daily-word-prompt-contentious-august-20-2019/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/08/20/rdp-tuesday-agitate/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/08/20/gesture/

 

On Travelling – The finished poem, a collaboration between myself and Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess.

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This is my third collaboration with Beckie, of Beckie’s Mental Mess, check out her blog here:

A new collaboration with Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess – and Kristian of Tales From The Mind Of Kristian – On Travelling

Thank you, Beckie. As ever it was a pleasure working with you, and in this case, travelling with you. 🙂

The Finished Poem:

On Travelling

I’d like to travel far and wide,

and explore some exotic climbs,

From the Himalayan mountainside,

a panoramic view,  one can witness at any given time,

When watching television, staring google-eyed,

but to actually go there physically would be something quite sublime.

Far off lands and sunny coastlines,

I watch this television, envious of the people enjoying their time.

It’s time for me to taste some Italian wines,

get up and journey to far-flung lands, divine

Indulge in fine cuisine while I dine,

to savour the flavour from ripened grapes, straight from the vine.

Travel to London, and sail down the serpentine, 

that’s something that’s always been a dream of mine. 

Imagine, the Changing of The Guard, strickly on time

and wouldn’t it be a hoot to have the Queen drive by?

And if it’s Christmas season, I could take in a Pantomime,

or buy a ‘Whistle and Toot’ which, by the way, is Old Cockney Rhyme. 

Off to search the medieval castles of The Isle of Skye,

afterwards, visit Portree’s little boutiques and pubs on the harbourside. 

Where there’s much more to see than ever meets the eye, 

From glen to glade, where once a Bonnie Prince did hide. 

“The Hills Are Alive With The Sound of Music!”  I belt out a tune to some passerby,

Just one glance and they think of me as a wiseguy.

As I whirl around on an Austrian alpine meadow, like Fraulein Maria on a High,

Something, I would love to do, if only I wasn’t quite so shy. 

Oh, how my mind wanders as the bicycles speed by,

Where should I venture off to next, by train or should I fly?

maybe a canal boat trip to see Tulips in Amsterdam, or why

shouldn’t I sail to Venice and give a Gondola ride a try?

This is a dream vacation that may only happen once in my lifetime,

I  order the tickets in advance, up to the Eiffel Tower, to avoid the long lines.

As I wander around Montmartre I hear the bells of the Sacre Couer Chime,

And watch a show at the Moulin Rouge in its dark and intimate confines. 

What’s next on my list?  I check it thoroughly, off to Palace of Versailles.

Louis XIV’s gilded palace and gardens, that survived the French Revolution of 1789.

Then off for a gentle cruise down the Rhine in Germany to see the Lorelei, 

Or off to Turkey’s Istanbul to admire something ancient and Byzantine. 

Germany’s ultimate Fairytale Castle, Neuschwanstein,

next, to Sultanahmet Square, to appreciate the architecture in stride.

Or a trip to America’s far south-west, to explore the exotic Argentine, 

dancing the Tango in a sequined vest, the beauty of Buenos Aires cannot be denied. 

I must remember to pack my SPF 30 Sunscreen 

when sunbathing at Pinamar, I hear that part of the country to be sublime.

Then on to the Amazon jungle, somewhere totally tropical, lush and green, 

I was going to head to Mexico, but then I realised it doesn’t rhyme. 

Ooh, Mexican huevos rancheros, enchiladas, with rice and beans,

break out the Tums, I consumed too much all at once this time.

Enjoying the cuisine that has been lovingly shared by blogger Irene,

Then, where do I go next? How about a road trip to Anaheim? 

Blogger, Angie lives in South California, Ben’s Grandma, the Queen!

Then back on the road and head up the Pacific Coastline.

Then on past L.A and San Fran, northwards past Seattle where the air is clean,

I’d like to groove on up to Vancouver, far from the trail of the lonesome pine. 

Vancouver’s surrounded by mountains and tranquil scenes,

smack dab in the middle, a diverse city of art, theatre’s, and music divine

Then across the mighty Rockies to explore Chicago in limousines, 

then across Lake Michigan and on to Toronto over that great dividing line.

Ooh! The CN Tower scaling over the city’s soaring skyscrapers, Wow, what a scene!

Head to Niagra Falls to watch evenings light show glisten and shine.

And then a cruise down the Hudson river would be relaxing and serene, 

and then to Manhattan island where the elite go to dine.

Down to Chinatown, maybe Little Italy for a cannoli filled with delicious cream,

Then to the New Jersey shore and the boardwalk for a good ole’ time.

Maybe, then a trip to Philadelphia where Liberty was proclaimed supreme, 

then catch a train to Carolina, where nothing can be finer, at least that’s the line. 

To Georgia, drive through the majestic Blue Ridge Mountains and sip from a fresh stream,

Off to Florida, the sunshine state, visit Disney World and sing “It’s a Small World” – Which is asinine.

And now I’ve travelled far and wide, an around the world trip, extreme.

It’s time to get up from my old rocking chair, it was all a splendid dream.

 

 

I hope you enjoyed this epic journey and poem and it made you giggle.

🙂

 

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