3.2.1 Quote me! – Imagination

I have been nominated for this Quote me Challenge by my Blogging Pal, Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess, Thanks, Beckie 🙂

3.2.1 Quote Me! ~ Imagination

Guidelines: 3.2.1 Quote Me!

Thank the Selector

Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day.

Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!’

 

This world is but a canvas to our imagination. - Henry David Thoreau

 

“I believe that it is in our Imaginations alone, that Humans were created in the image of their creator.”

– Kristian Fogarty.

 

I nominate:

Anyone who’d like to have a go. Let your imaginations flow 🙂

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weekly Song Challenge, Round 29

 

Laura Venturini created this challenge, click on the link to see her post:

Weekly Song Challenge, Round 29

and my friend, Beckie of Beckie’s mental mess tagged me to take part:

Weekly Song Challenge, Round 29

Rules:

  • Copy rules and add to your own post, pinging back to this post.
  • Post music videos for your answers to the musical questions.
  • Tag two people to participate!
    Easy!

 

Well I love my music, and I have rather eclectic, old fashioned and some would say downright Bizarre taste in music, so here is my selection:

1. Post a video of a song that makes you think of time off from work.

Fiddler’s Dram – Day Trip to Bangor.

2. Post a video of a song that makes you think of Summer.

 

Texas – Summer Son

3. Post a video of a song that is about working.

Sam Cooke – Working on the Chain Gang.

 

Well, that was my choice of music. What do you think?

Fancy having a go? You’re Nominated. 🙂

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/09/02/bizarre/

 

Mystery Blogger Award Nomination

 

I’m absolutely thrilled and tickled pink to have been nominated for this award by my great blogging pal, Beckie, of Beckie’s Mental Mess. Please check out her post here, and while you’re there, say Hi and look round her blog.

Mystery Blogger Award #8

We’re also working together on a collaborative poem about time travel at the moment, click on the link to see how it’s coming along:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/08/19/time-travel-a-collaborative-piece-by-beckie-of-beckies-mental-mess-and-kristian-of-tales-from-the-mind-of-kristian/

Now, what’s the Mystery Blogger Award?

“It’s an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion.”

OKOTO ENIGMA

https://www.okotoenigmasblog.com/my-greatest-creation-yet/

Rules:

  1.  Put the award logo/image on your blog
  2. List the rules
  3. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog
  4. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well
  5. Answer the 5 questions you were asked
  6. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself
  7. You have to nominate 10 – 20 people ( 6 )
  8. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog
  9. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify)
  10. Share a link to your best post(s).

 

Three things about me:

  1. I live in the same county that I was born in, although I have lived in other places.
  2. I have never been to the Continent of America.
  3. I take my tea bags and often a teapot with me on trips abroad (and sometimes trips away in this country too)

Questions from Beckie:

  1. What are your aspirations in life? – I wanted to have a nice home, a nice partner and chickens, enough money to live on and some outlet for my creativity. How did I do? well, I do have a nice home and chickens and I have a creative outlet in the form of my blog, so not too bad. 
  2. If you had $5000, what charity would you donate it to? – I would probably split it between a number of charities that I’d like to support. Macmillan is a charity that supports people diagnosed with Cancer and that is something I would support. I would also give to Cancer Research UK, they look into ways to cure cancers or improve current treatment. I would also give something to help the Elderly, we have a charity called Age UK, so that would be good, then at the other end of the spectrum, help the children is a great charity too. There are so many charitable causes that are very worthy so it’s hard to choose but those are my four. They’d get $1250 each. 
  3. What is your favorite kind of music to chill out to? – I’ve posted about my relaxing music before, it’s mainly classical or instrumental. Albatross by Fleetwood Mac is one of my favourites, along with Morning by Edvard Grieg. 
  4. How would you rate your experience on WordPress?  1 being lowest, 10 being highest. – Overall OK, 7 or 8. The Tygpress thing was definitely a low point, but it is an easy to use blog, otherwise, I wouldn’t be here. So I do thank WordPress for creating an easy to use and inexpensive blogging system. 
  5. Have you gained real friendships through blogging? – I have definitely made friends, if by friends you mean people who you love to hear from and miss when you don’t hear from them for a while. I miss Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith and my friend, the Britchy One. I love to hear from my friend Beckie and also Rory, A Guy Called Bloke. Lots of lovely people on here. 

 

Questions from me:

  1. If you were offered £/$ 100,000 to sleep in a haunted house, would you? How would you cope?
  2. What was your favourite show as a kid?
  3. Do you have any weird habits?
  4. If money didn’t matter, what would you do with your life
  5. What is your favourite thing about yourself?

 

I would like to nominate anyone who has read this post and would like to answer the questions. Go ahead, be my guest. 

🙂 

 

 

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

ball shaped blur close up focus

Photo by Porapak Apichodilok on Pexels.com

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.

🙂

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/08/11/giggle/

 

A new collaboration with Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess – On Travelling

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Photo by Porapak Apichodilok on Pexels.com

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

 

And here is the start of a third:

On Travelling:

I’d like to travel far and wide,

and explore some exotic climbs,

From Beckie:

From the Himalayan mountainside,

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

My bit:

When watching television, staring google-eyed,

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

From Beckie

Far off lands and sunny coastlines,

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

And from me:

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

get up and journey to far-flung lands, divine

From Beckie:

Indulge in fine cuisine while I dine,

to savor the flavor from ripened grapes, straight from the vine.

My next bit (sorry for the delay):

Travel to London, and sail down the serpentine, 

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

 

Beckie’s next bit:

Imagine, the Changing of The Guard, strickly on time

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

And from me:

 

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. 

 

From Beckie:

 

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

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

 

From me:

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

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

 

Beckie’s next bit:

“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.

And from me:

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. 

Beckie’s addition:

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

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

 

and mine:

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?

 

Beckie’s bit:

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.

 

And from me:

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. 

 

Beckie’s addition:

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.

 

And from me:

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. 

Beckie’s new addition:

Germany’s ultimate Fairytale Castle, Neuschwanstein,

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

 

and my bit:

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. 

 

From Beckie:

I must remember to pack my SPF 30 Sunscreen 

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

 

And my bit:

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. 

Beckie’s new bit:

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

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

 

And from me:

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

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

 

Beckie adds:

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

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

 

My bit:

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. 

 

And from Beckie:

Vancouver’s surrounded by mountains and tranquil scenes,

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

 

My addition:

Then across the mighty Rockies to explore Chicago in limousines, 

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

 

From Beckie:

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.

My Addition:

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

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

 

From Beckie:

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.

 

From me:

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. 

 

Beckie’s latest bit:

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.

 

My addition:

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 suggest that this is the end of the trip. What do you think?

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

 

 

 

 

 

The Mystery Blogger Award Nomination

Mystery

I am cock-a-hoop and over the moon to have been nominated for this award by my great blogging pal and current collaborator, Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess.

Check out her post here:

The Mystery Blogger Award

Also, we have recently collaborated on two poems,

  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

 

Now, what’s the Mystery Blogger Award?

“It’s an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion.”

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Rules:

  1. Put the award logo/image on your blog
  2. List the rules
  3. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog
  4. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well
  5. Answer the 5 questions you were asked
  6. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself
  7. You have to nominate 10 – 20 people
  8. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog
  9. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question
  10. Share a link to your best post(s). (I’ve linked to the two posts I have worked with Beckie on above, and I’m really proud of the results)

 

Three Things About Me:

  1. I work for the National Health Service as a Data Analyst and I have never worked with so many truly dedicated people before (no insult intended to any previous work colleagues).
  2. I love writing and I’ll keep doing it, regardless of whether the results are any good or not.
  3. I have been blogging now since March 2018 and while I don’t have as much time to blog since starting my new job, I am still loving the process and I have nearly 1000 followers, which I am really excited about! Thank you to all of the people who have decided to follow me, and to all my regular readers, you keep me going (and kept me going last year when I was going through some dark times).

My Five Questions from Beckie:

  1. If you were to have one wish come true, what would it be? Hmm, It would probably be to get some kind of major recognition of my writing, a publishing contract for my stories or poems, that would be really lovely.
  2. What is the least favourite thing about yourself that you wish you could change? – My constant anxiety, I wish I stopped worrying about things and just lived!
  3. What was the last funniest thing to happen to you? – I’ve probably told this story before, but I once nearly got arrested for dancing in a car park. I had been to visit my cousin who teaches Latin and Ballroom dancing, and she’d taught me a few steps, then I went to visit my Aunt for tea, and she’d just popped out, so while I was waiting, I decided to practice my dance steps. It was broad daylight and I wasn’t drunk or anything. It seemed to make perfect sense to me. Anyway, my Aunt returned and we had a nice cup of tea. meanwhile a police car, lights blazing, pulled into the car park, blocked my car in and began searching the area. Apparently, a neighbour had seen me and reported that there was a lunatic in the area! I remain at large 😉 
  4. What was your favourite subject in school? –  I enjoyed Geology and History. A lot depended on the teacher. If I got on well with them, then I enjoyed learning, if not, then it was torture. 
  5. Weird/Strange Question… If you could have dinner with anybody (Dead or Alive) who would that be, and what would you like to ask them? – There are so many people. I’d love to have dinner with our Current Queen because she is such an interesting and intelligent person, I’d love to find out what she really thinks about things. I’d also love to chat with lots of dearly departed. Film stars, like Margaret Lockwood, Margaret Rutherford and Greer Garson (and if you’ve heard of them, I’m impressed!). 

 

My Questions for my nominees:

  1. Did you have any childhood goals and have you achieved them?
  2. What is something you have always wanted to do but never have?
  3. What is something you are proud of?
  4. What is your favourite film/movie?
  5. Because I loved Beckie’s question so much, I’m going to copy hers. Weird/Strange Question… If you could have dinner with anybody (Dead or Alive) who would that be, and what would you like to ask them?

 

So this is the bit I find so hard because there are so many bloggers I admire, Beckie’s already nominated a lot of them, also there are a lot of great bloggers who do not accept awards, and I worry that if I nominate them, they’ll get annoyed at me. This fills me with a great deal of anxiety. I am going to pick some lovely bloggers who have been very supportive of me, and hope they will forgive me if they do not do these things.

 

https://thesunshineartist.com/2019/07/31/fan-fiction-a-witchs-coming-of-age/

https://paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/bittersweet/

Poblano Strips with Cream – Rajas con Crema

Someone, anyone?

https://sparksfromacombustiblemind.com/2019/07/31/screaming-aloud/

https://lifelessonsaroundthedinnertable.wordpress.com/2019/07/31/wordless-wednesday-33-wine-sunsets/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/a-spark-of-creativity-1/

Opinions

https://stoneronarollercoaster.wordpress.com/2019/07/27/cleaning-makes-me-rich/

https://thinkingclearly2018.wordpress.com/2019/07/31/it-starts-with-an-a/

https://apausefornature.wordpress.com/2019/07/16/flower-of-the-day-35/

https://stubaby777.wordpress.com/2019/07/31/my-post-picks-for-july-2019/

 

This is the tip of the iceberg of those wonderful bloggers who deserve this award.

There is absolutely no obligation to do this, I know they are time-consuming, but just a bit THANK YOU from me.

 

 

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

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Picture Credit: Unsplash ~ Nick Owuor

 

Last week I collaborated on a poem with Beckie, of Beckie’s Mental Mess and it worked out beautifully. We kept passing the poem between us, each adding a couple of lines. If you want to read the final result click on the link below:

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/

 

This is how Beckie started us off:

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

“Hello, Folks!  Kristian and I had a great deal of fun working on a collaborative poem we wrote last weekend called “In Search of Happiness” – We both were delighted that so many of you enjoyed our process, that we decided to give it another go at it.   As we are continents away from one another, there will be gaps of time between turns.”

~*~

Beckie’s start:

Hmm? I search for inspiration, a muse perhaps,

but, I am diverted by daydreams and visions

My Addition:

To the heavens, I gaze, seeking light in star-strewn maps,

No inspiration can come from the Earth’s mundane divisions. 

 

Beckie’s next bit:

I doodled the constellations, my pen in hand taps…

A new blank page emerges, I’m rendered by indecision.

My addition:

As I ponder stars whilst watching the world collapse, 

mindless human beings stare at me with stark derision. 

 

From Beckie:

Though I might be ridiculed I refuse to react,

my plan is to concentrate, not swayed by my inhibitions.

 

From me:

It is always the true visionaries that, by fools, are attacked,

who disregard the wonderous glory of the heavens. 

From Beckie:

Oh, my goodness, heaven was the last thing I remembered before I dozed off and napped.

I awakened refreshed and renewed, my creativity strengthened.

 

From me.:

Something in my whirring, wondering brain has snapped, 

A light bulb moment of inspiration as the morning shadows lengthened. 

 

Beckie’s next bit:

At that precise instant, the sunrise shone, a new concept had unwrapped.

Alas, natures divine light gave my ideas wings, I felt enlightened.

 

And my next addition:

The brilliance of my new creative view made me feel enrapt

the darkness of the past lifted, the future’s looking brightened. 

 

From Beckie:

Outside my window, the scenery made an impressive impact

the myriad of greens, skies of periwinkle blue, I was positively delighted.

My Bit:

Can there ever possibly be, although far too many people detract,

a greater creative inspiration than that which nature has ignited?

 

Beckie’s bit:

How does a soul not be inspired once nature and themselves make contact?

Questions ponder as I wonder, pen taps feverishly, I simply can’t fight it.

 

My addition:

Surrendering to the waves of brilliant thought, I finally begin to act,

the ideas flow from pen to page and with avid purpose, I write it. 

 

Beckie’s next bit:

Off in the distance, the lake reveals ducks mingling and swimming, exchanging quacks.

Searching for their mates, they’re ready to commit.

My Bit,

Just the very thing I need to let my frantic flailing mind relax, 

Having written and created, inspired by natures beauty, I’m ready to submit.

 

A rather saucy addition from Beckie:

 

Yet, the mating ritual of ducks is like watching nymphomaniacs,

I ponder and scan the landscape, I don’t want to give up and quit.

And from me:

The pandemonium of flying feathers stops my thinking in its tracks,

and true creativity comes only when we don’t think but start to feel it.

 

Beckie’s lines:

I get up, close the windows, to block the sound of flapping maniacs,

and sit back down at my desk, and let out a sigh.  It’s finally time, I admit.

 

My last bit:

 

The final point of creation comes and writing flows from the mind into waiting paperbacks,

As for every story, there’s a start and a middle and finally, pressing print, the end bit. 

 

So, do you think this is the end? or would you like to add the final lines, Beckie?

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In Search of Happiness – A collaborative poem by Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess and Kristian of Tales from the Mind of Kristian.

What is this thing called Happiness?

I search and search, but I confess

That some days of searching high and low,

it feels as if,  happiness is suppressed

No matter where I am, how far I go.

Feeling Lonely, lost and dispossessed. 

My heart, mind, body, and soul often thinks, is this a test?

I know happiness is out there, I have to believe.

but while I endlessly search without sleep or rest, 

this cruel world is ever ready to deceive. 

Though challenges are around every corner,

the search for the secret to happiness must be achieved.

Or is life just a meaningless empty space?

God’s creative vision totally misconceived?

This questioning in my mind is a disgrace,

God would never allow me to continue being this peeved.

Yet when the darkness holds me in its embrace,

I cannot but feel bitterly aggrieved. 

With gritted teeth, I become red in the face,

Am I worthy of happiness to be received?

and yet, before I fall and sink without a trace

a ray of hope lifts me, a miracle to be believed. 

This warm fuzzy feeling as if my heart is being embraced,

a feeling washes over me, I hope I’m not being teased.

As happiness emerges from a forgotten deep place

The tormenting brooding darkness is finally eased. 

God lent his hands and darkest clouds soon were erased

The sunlight poured through and the negativity soon ceased.

For now, the battle ends leaving just an aftertaste

I have fought off once again that dark depressive beast. 

There is light at this terribly long tunnel, and so I race

my longing for happiness, my running towards it increased.

I discover, at last, that life is a mad steeplechase

and this thing called happiness is like a strange feast. 

 

Beckie and I have been passing this poem backwards and forwards taking it in turns to write additional lines. I think it has worked out really well. Many of you may have followed the process all along, but it is nice to have it all together in one place.

I am so proud of this poem that Beckie and I have created, we worked really well together and made a great team.

I hope you like this poem.