Finish the Tale #7 – The House by the Lake

I have been tagged by Melanie of the blog Sparksfromacombustiblemind to take part in the Finish the story challenge. Click on the link below to see her post:

https://sparksfromacombustiblemind.com/2020/01/28/finish-the-tale-7/

 

Rules:

  1. Copy the story as you receive it.
  2. Add to the story in some fashion.
  3. Tag another person to contribute to or finish the story.
  4. Please use FTS as a tag so I can find it or link back to part 1.
  5. Have Fun!

https://maplesswanderer.wordpress.com/2019/03/10/finish-the-story-2019-7/

The House on the Lake

A house sat perched precariously on the edge of Clearwater Lake. It was a house that should not have stood, yet stand it did. It had been there for centuries and locals swore the same couple lived there the whole time. Locals never knew how right they were until the day the rains started.

“It’s just a little rain,” Susan said, watching the couple pile water and canned fruit into their shopping cart.

The couple looked at the checker and smiled politely. “The rain will not stop,” they said, “we’ve seen this before.”

No sooner had the couple left, Susan but dropped her smirk as locals poured into the shop chaotically looking for food. The once spring storm skies have turned …

To be continued


Sadje’s Part:

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/01/27/finish-the-story-7-the-house-on-the-lake/

….. Dark grey and water came down in sheets. People were scurrying away in the downpour with their bags of groceries clutched tightly under their umbrellas. Susan thought that it would be prudent to get some stuff for her family as well, just in case… What am I thinking! She nervously chided herself and yet she bought some bottled water, cans of soup and other supplies and started home. The umbrella she had was too flimsy and inadequate to handle the rain and she was soaked to skin when she reached her place. She met Dan at the door who was getting the kids inside. She sent an inquiring gaze towards him and was answered by a nod. Dan knew something but didn’t want to say it in front of the kids.

After dinner when they had sent the kids to bed, they discussed the elephant in the room.

“Do you think there is something to be worried about, the rain I mean?” Susan asked him.

Dan looked a bit worried but smiled at her question. “You have heard the rumor too?”

“I was there when the Jackson’s were buying water and other foodstuffs in the store today. She said that the rain won’t stop! Do you know what she meant?”

Dan looked uneasy and said…….


Melanie’s addition:

Dan looked uneasy and said “Oh I suspect those people are just doomsday advocates.  You know, those odd people who go about spreading lies about the coming end of the world!”

Susan frowned, disturbed at Dan’s cavalier attitude.    “I don’t know about the doomsday idea,” she began, “Sensible people have been telling us about the repercussions of our lifestyles for years and years.  What do you think global warming is about, anyway?!   All these horrid superstorms, which keep getting more and more severe.   I wonder if there isn’t a grain of truth in the Jackson’s statement.  Maybe the rain won’t stop this time.”

Dan snorted, but it was a weak uncertain sound.   Susan knew he believed the same thing she did.    But what to do about it?    There wasn’t enough food and water available if the rain kept pouring down, not to mention the flooding that surely would occur and the destruction of life as they knew it.

Susan thought back to old traditions that she had grown up hearing about.    Things about appeasing old gods and sacrifice.   Maybe it was time for some out of the box thinking.   Maybe someone should call Stephen King and ask him what he would do, if he were writing about the end of days brought about by a mega-storm, instead of a mega-virus.   Susan shook her head at her whimsical train of thought.    

The thing to do right now was to make sure her family was secure.   Dan could put together some sandbags and …

There was a tremendous roaring sound and a portion of the side door nearest the small creek, broke apart.   Muddy water began to pour into the hall.  Susan screamed, out of pure reflex, and Dan and she clung to each other watching the water run.   Out of the black night a voice boomed…

 

My bit:

Making them jump, then stand and stare in astonishment.

“Come on, jump aboard, this is your last chance,” said a man with a long white beard standing on wooden hand made boat.

Susan grabbed her raincoat and her kids and jumped onto the boat and Dan was not far behind. They saw they were not the only people on board, several of their neighbours were there huddled inside the bowels of the boat.

There didn’t appear to be anyone steering or rowing the boat and yet, without rhyme or reason, it appeared to float down the watery avenue that had once been the main street of town.

The boat then sailed out onto the lake towards the island. The lights in the house were lit like a beacon, beckoning them in. The boat pulled up against a wooden jetty and the strange bearded man jumped out and tied the boat securely.

“Come on everyone, we’ll be safe on the island.”

When they arrived at the house, the front door opened and to everyone’s surprise…..

 

Now, who shall I pass this challenge onto?

How about Fandango?

One-Liner Wednesday — Crack in the Wall

Would you like to add to the story?

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/01/29/astonishment/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/01/29/rdp-wednesday-rhyme/

Finish the Story 2020 #1 – The Mystery Coach

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The image is from Peter H from Pixabay.

 

Teresa Grabs, formerly known as The Haunted Wordsmith, has resurrected her Finish the Story prompt on her new blog.

https://maplesswanderer.wordpress.com/2020/01/01/finish-the-story-2020-1/

The idea is that Teresa starts a story and then tags someone to pick it up where she left off. Then that person tags another to pick up where he or she left off.

Teresa tagged Fandango first, click on the link below to see his post:

Finish the Story 2020 #1 — The Mystery Coach

And Fandango tagged me… So here goes.

Part One

Leslie squealed as Alan removed his hands from her eyes. “Oh, Alan! It’s beautiful!” The coach and dirt path seemed a marriage made in time. How had he done this? Surely he didn’t go all the way to Pennsylvania to buy the coach, but she wouldn’t put anything past him.

“I knew you’d love it.” Alan’s red cheeks matched his hair. Whether it was from the cold or love, it didn’t matter, an entire year’s work and effort culminated in the smile on Leslie’s face. Totally nailed it.

Leslie bounced and clapped, kissing him on his cheek. “Take me for a ride! It’s works, doesn’t it?”

“Of course it does, my love.”

They climbed into the coach. Alan chuckled, looking all around for its key, starter button — something, anything.

Suddenly the coach started and they laughed as it lurched. Leslie was sure Alan was doing this, and Alan was wondering how Leslie was operating the coach. It wasn’t until it picked up speed as it went down the trail and headed for a corner that panic set in.

“Alan? Alan! Stop this!”

Alan pushed and pulled at everything he could see within the coach, but nothing slowed their ride. “I’m not doing this.” He glanced toward the trees and wiped his face. “Should we jump for it?”

“Are you insane!” Leslie slugged his arm as tears formed in her eyes.

The coach turned the corner on its own. Leslie and Alan covered their eyes as …

Part Two

… the coach careened down the trail, picking up speed. Leslie was crying hysterically. “Alan, please stop this thing before we both die.”

“I don’t know how,” Alan responded. “I can’t find a brake.” The two clung to each other, sure that this misadventure would end in disaster, as the carriage continued to bound and bounce down the trail.

A few seconds later, the jostling of the delicate coach caused the left rear wheel to come off of its axle. The coach tipped to one side and tossed the two passengers from the carriage like rag dolls.

Fortunately, Alan and Leslie landed on a grassy mound a few feet off the rocky trail. Both were shaken, but neither was hurt, save for a few small cuts and bruises. Once it sank in that they were both okay, they hugged each other. “That was a close call,” Alan whispered in Leslie’s ear.

Leslie pulled away from Alan and gave him a stern look. “Alan, where did you get that haunted coach?” she asked.

Alan shook his head. “Well, it’s kind of a long story. I saw an ad in the paper,” he said. “So I called and …”

Part Three – My Bit

“… was told it was in a state of disrepair and so if I arranged to pick it up myself, I could have it for just $10. I thought it sounded a bit strange, but I took a leap of faith and hired a pickup truck and drove all the way to Delaware to get it. The person selling it lived on an old farm, with a squeaky screen door and sat outside in a rocking chair chewing tobacco. I thought I’d been transported back in time.”

“You’re pulling my leg,” Leslie said unconvinced.

“No Seriously. After I loaded up the damaged coach onto the truck and gave the strange man his $10, he gave me a sideways glance and said to me, “Beware, it’s bad luck to ride on Sunday’s”. I thought nothing of it at the time, but it’s Sunday today. I think we’re lucky to be alive.”

Leslie looked doubtful but said “Well, how are we going to get home, the coach is busted and we must be a few miles from home. It’s not that busy a road either.”

Alan saw a house off in the distance and pointed it out to Leslie.

“Let’s take a walk over to the house and see if anyone can accommodate us by lending us some tools to repair the coach. Or maybe they could let us use their phone to call some roadside assistance.”

As they walked towards the house, they noticed that it was a rickety old wooden building painted the brightest shade of puce.

“I’ve never seen a puce coloured house, Leslie, have you?” Alan asked sniggering.

“Is that what you call it? I call it Flamingo pink” Leslie giggled back.

“I wonder what kind of fellow lives in a house like this” Alan replied.

Then they reached the front door and knocked…..

 

OK end of part two, now who shall I nominate to continue…

How about Sadje of Keep It Alive?

New Year -Tagged

 

I have included the following word prompts:

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/01/02/leap/

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/01/02/rdp-thursday-puce/

 

FOWC with Fandango — Accommodate

 

A Halloween Collaborative Poem with Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess.

selective focus photo of cemetery lantern

I have been working with Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess to write a collaborative Halloween poem, here is the result:

It seemed like such a playful lark, 

to sleep in the graveyard, after dark

Though second guesses and question-marks

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

This had all be done for a wicked bet,

I saw no harm at first, and yet

Surrounded by death, what could be a threat?

However, I was anxious and began to fret.

I regretted it already, in perfect hindsight,

after all, it was eerily dark that Halloween night. 

I brought my lantern for a little bit of light,

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

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

And other tormented shapes, I could scarcely understand. 

With little light, my eyes squinted as I scanned,

tombstones and mausoleums that tip, and could barely stand.

And then as the ancient clock struck the witching hour

the wind blew cold and the earthly scents turned sour. 

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

gravestones cracked knocking over the vases of flowers.

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

as from their broken granite graves rose up the dead.

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

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

An eerie light descended looking greenish in the fog, 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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. 

I heard them drag their corpses, did they die of black death?

Or, was it rotting flesh of an overdosed victim on meth?

As they slowly stumbled nearer, I tried to sneak away

Then something icy fell against my arm, right there where I lay. 

One of the undead’s arms held me down, it was greenish-grey,

I felt his mouth touch my arse, I think it thought I was a buffet.

I jumped and screamed out loud, my backside wracked with pains, 

The zombie horde came towards me, mumbling about my Brains!

The zombies smelled blood pumping through my veins,

I tried to escape the graveyard, but the gate was locked by chains.

Frantically I ran around, jumping over abandoned graves,

trying hard to get away from those hungry zombie slaves.

Terror gripped me, fears of my own demise came to me in waves,

as the zombies grew closer, I reached for my switchblade.

Turning around to face them, in the darkness I heard my screams, 

Then I felt my panic lift like waking from unpleasant dreams. 

Several distorted zombies face shown from the moonbeams,

one of them finally reached me and ripped the seams on my jeans.

And though exposed I saw my flesh had turned to grey,

No pain, no fear, no longer did I feel, my cares had gone away,

I was the zombie’s quest, after all, they had captured their prey,

I felt my body tense then ooze, it was evident… I began to decay.

Then I felt a pang of hunger, one that I could never stem,

A thought when through my head, I was becoming one of them.

I thought of the bet and wager made between my friends,

It would be morning soon enough, I’d chew on them like gum.

But then the rising sun shone brightly in my swollen eyes, 

and my groaning zombie brothers crawled back into their tombs, with sighs

And joining them under the graveyard’s ground, this brand new zombie lies,

waiting to rise again next Halloween, as a Zombie never dies. 

 

I hope you liked it 😉 

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

selective focus photo of cemetery lantern
Photo by Micael Widell 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

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. 

 

Beckie’s Bit:

I heard them drag their corpses, did they die of black death?

Or, was it rotting flesh of an overdosed victim on meth?

 

My addition:

As they slowly stumbled nearer, I tried to sneak away

Then something icy fell against my arm, right there where I lay. 

 

Beckie’s new bit:

One of the undead’s arms held me down, it was greenish-grey,

I felt his mouth touch my arse, I think it thought I was a buffet.

 

My Addition:

I jumped and screamed out loud, my backside wracked with pains, 

The zombie horde came towards me, mumbling about my Brains!”

 

Beckie’s Bit:

The zombies smelled blood pumping through my veins,

I tried to escape the graveyard, but the gate was locked by chains.

 

My new bit:

Frantically I ran around, jumping over abandoned graves,

trying hard to get away from those hungry zombie slaves.

 

Beckie’s Bit:

Terror gripped me, fears of my own demise came to me in waves,

as the zombies grew closer, I reached for my switchblade.

 

My addition:

Turning around to face them, in the darkness I heard my screams, 

Then I felt my panic lift like waking from unpleasant dreams. 

 

Beckie’s turn:

Several distorted zombies face shown from the moonbeams,

one of them finally reached me and ripped the seams on my jeans.

 

My new bit:

 

And though exposed I saw my flesh had turned to grey,

No pain, no fear, no longer did I feel, my cares had gone away,

 

Becks Bit:

I was the zombie’s quest, after all, they had captured their prey,

I felt my body tense then ooze, it was evident… I began to decay.

 

My new bit:

Then I felt a pang of hunger, one that I could never stem,

A thought when through my head, I was becoming one of them.

 

Beck’s new addition:

I thought of the bet and wager made between my friends,

It would be morning soon enough, I’d chew on them like gum.

 

My bit:

But then the rising sun shone brightly in my swollen eyes, 

and my groaning zombie brothers crawled back into their tombs, with sighs. 

 

and the spooky last lines:

 

And joining them under the graveyard’s ground, this brand new zombie lies,

waiting to rise again next Halloween, as a Zombie never dies. 

 

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/10/26/spooky/

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

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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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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

 

 

 

 

 

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.