Rotational Avoidance – An Acrostic Poem

So the Word of the Day is Rotation and this strangely correlates to a recent incident at work where we all came together to discuss the fair distribution of a task that no one seems to want to do. The idea was to reassure reluctant people that others were taking their fair share and you’d let the team down if you didn’t do the same…

I observed that Rota’s are not required when the team pulls together and just gets on with it but become essential when there’s one or two that just don’t want to get involved.

I decided to write an Acrostic poem to put this into words:

Rotating word duties more fairly,

On reflection can cause a psychosis.

To be honest, I’d rather drink my tea,

Avoiding all work in the process.

The trouble with rhymes it that it depends a lot of how you pronounce the words where you are. Where I am, Psychosis and Process, while not technically a rhyme sound similar, but where you are that may not be the case…

Happy Valentines day.

It’s Valentine’s Day again, gosh that comes round quick. I cherish people every day of the year and not just today but it’s hard not to get swept up in the vibe.

I wanted to share a link to a post, a comedy poem I wrote a couple of years ago that hopefully will make you chuckle. 🙂

I also thought I would share with you a link to a video of me singing one of my favourite love songs by Johnny Mathis, called Chances Are.

Chances are, I won’t be winning Britain’s Got Talent anytime soon but I enjoyed singing it anyway.

Have a lovely day and I hope that love is all around you today.

A Multiple Word Prompt Poem – A Letter from Beryl.

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I wrote this poem and shared it back in February 2019. It was a different world back then, but I wanted to share it again with you and I hope it makes you laugh.

Continue reading A Multiple Word Prompt Poem – A Letter from Beryl.

Not Posh

Whenever people hear me speak

They sometimes say I’m posh,

But my ancestral home is not antique

It’s an accusation I need to quash.

No privileged upbringing had I,

No wealthy relatives to spoil me

Home was one step above a sty

With not a single lacey doily

But despite my lowly start

Where riches were hardly fated

I turned out to be quite smart

As I learned to be educated.

Rather Silly Rhymes – A Limerick

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Said the Kingpin to Miss Golightly

“you look dirty and rather unsightly

And It’s rather a strain

Seeing you again and again,

Why don’t you attempt bathing nightly?”

 

This Limerick was written in response to the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/07/09/nightly/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/09/rdp-tuesday-strain/

FOWC with Fandango — Kingpin

 

Laugh Along with a Limerick – An Artful Sketch

Esther Chilton on her blog has set a challenge to write a Limerick containing the word Crush. Click on the link below to see her post and take part in the challenge.

Here is my attempt:

On my art teacher, I had a slight Crush

He asked to see what I’d drawn in a rush.  

So, I showed him my sketches

But men are such wretches!

What he said just made me quite blush!

I also wanted to include the Word of the Day: Sketches

The Tale of the Otiose Man – Terrible Poetry.

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Hark and listen to this tale of old,

Of an oafish man, quite otiose,

Who’d believe any story he was told,

And act in a manner bellicose.

Belligerently he’d wander around

Spouting words of nonsense, some would cheer

Picking fights wherever honest men were found,

His arrogance defying belief, year on year.

But wait! Don’t look back with wistful eyes,

It was in the past, a book upon the shelf.

Appears again, this otiose man who belief defies,

For history is always repeating itself.

 

Copyright@ Kristian Fogarty

 

This poem was written for Chelsea Owens Terrible Poetry Contest:

The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest

 

I have also included the following Word Prompts:

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/01/26/your-daily-word-prompt-otiose-january-26-2020/

FOWC with Fandango — Wait

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/01/26/rdp-sunday-wander/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/01/26/wistful/

 

Song Lyric Sunday – We are all islands, let’s dream about bridges.

Last week I took part in Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday Challenge, the theme was Communication, Information, News, Telephone suggested by Di of pensitivity101.

Heavenly Bodies, Planets, Moon, Sun, Stars, as suggested by King Ben’s Grandma. 

Click on the link to see my post for last week:

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge this week the theme is Atoll, Island, Key, Lagoon, Peninsula, Reef, Tropical suggested by Tales from the mind of Kristian (oh that’s me!) . I remember now suggesting this, but I can be so forgetful at times! This is a great challenge and I’d like to thank Jim Adams for hosting it and for including my suggestion for this week.

Click on the link below to see Jim Adam’s post and to take part in the challenge.

It made me thing quite deep and meaningfully about how we are all Islands being battered by the storms of life, occasionally we manage to build bridges with other Islands, but sometimes they are fragile and collapse and sometimes they endure.

My choice of song is called Island of Dreams, I may have posted this before but I do love it.

The Lyrics

I wandered the streets and the gay crowded places
Trying to forget you but somehow it seems
My thoughts ever stray to our last sweet embraces
Over the sea on the island of dreams

High in the sky is the bird on the wing
Please carry me with you
Far far away from the mad rushing crowd
Please carry me with you

Again I would wander where memories enfold me
There on the beautiful island of dreams

High in the sky is the bird on the wing
Please carry me with you
Far far away from the mad rushing crowd
Please carry me with you

Again I would wander where memories enfold me
There on the beautiful island of dreams
Far far away on the island of dreams

The Song was written by Tom Springfield who was the brother of Dusty Springfield who went on to have a famous solo career. The song was originally written and realeased in 1962 for the band that Tom and Dusty were in together called The Springfields, and here is a recording of them singing it.

Apart from the overly folksy sound, it’s still a great version and you could see that Dusty was bound to go far. Her voice is amazing.

Song Lyric Sunday – Calling all Aliens…

Last week I took part in Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday Challenge, the theme was Heavenly Bodies, Planets, Moon, Sun, Stars, as suggested by King Ben’s Grandma. 

Click on the link to see my post for last week:

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge this week is Communication, Information, News, Telephone suggested by Di of pensitivity101.

Click on the link below to see Jim Adam’s post and to take part in the challenge.

I started think about communications and the media and I remembered that back in the late 70’s or early 80’s when I was a wee nipper, there had been a song released by the Carpenters (in 1977) that referenced something called “World Contact Day”.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Contact_Day

Rather than communication with humans, this was an attempt to send out a massive communication from Earth to any life forces out in the universe in the hope of obtaining even the merest vestige of a response. Of course any response would have been put down as a Swindle of some kind.

I remember the song well because despite being a huge fan of the Carpenters, my mother found this song to be totally balmy (in the informal sense of the word) and even repugnant!

The Introduction to the song was a talking bit that was supposed to be a radio DJ and then someone with a very strange voice dials in trying to make contact with humans. Then, the gorgeous voice of Karen Carpenter rings out.

It is the most bizaare song.

Lyrics

All Hit Radio!
Alright, you’re listening to All Hit Radio
And it’s 53 degrees at 30 minutes past the hour
And right now on our all request line
I’ve got Mike Ledgerwood on the phone
Hey, babe, what would you like to hear?
We’ve been observing your Earth
Hey babe, I’m sorry, I can’t hear you too well
You’re gonna have to speak a little closer into the phone
Okay, babe? What would you like to hear again?
We are observing your Earth
Hey Mike, I’m sorry babe, but that’s not on our playlist
And by the way, you sound great over the phone
Anyway, if you’d give us your request
We’ll be glad to play it for ya, babe
So let’s hear it!
We are observing your Earth
Uh, listen Mike, I’m sorry babe but we can’t-
And we’d like to make
I’m sorry Mike, we there’s-
A contact (uh)
With you, baby

In your mind you have capacities, you know
To telepath messages through the vast unknown
Please close your eyes and concentrate
With every thought you think
Upon the recitation we’re about to sing

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft

You’ve been observing our Earth
And we’d like to make
A contact with you

We are your friends

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, ultra emissaries

We’ve been observing your Earth
And one night we’ll make
A contact with you

We are your friends

Calling occupants of interplanetary, quite extraordinary craft

And please come in peace, we beseech you
Only our love we will teach them
Our Earth may never survive
So do come, we beg you

Please, interstellar policeman
Oh won’t you give us a sign
Give us a sign
That we’ve reached you
Oh do

With your mind you have ability to form
And transmit thought energy far beyond the norm
You close your eyes, you concentrate
Together, that’s the way
To send the message we declare World Contact Day

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft

Ah ah ah ahhAh ah ah ahhAh ah ah ahh

Calling occupants
Calling occupants
Calling occupants of interplanetary, anti-adversary craft

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: John Woloschuk / Terry Draper

I hope you enjoy this song.

I have also included the following word prompts: