Limerick Challenge – Life Reflections.

I was reflecting on life in general and I realised that when you think about it, it’s all totally absurd! You have to laugh at life and learn not to take it so seriously and where better than to take part in a limerick writing challenge.

So here is a challenge hosted by Esther Chilton on her blog, click on the link below to take part.

The Challenge was to write a limerick containing the word ‘Back’. So here is my attempt:

You can reflect on your life and your lack,
but nothing can come from this tack,
There’s one thing that’s so true
each day brings something new
and in life, you can never go back.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 03rd January 2022

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A Lyric Poem – Life, the Mystery

We have lost a great songwriter in Stephen Sondheim and I think I was channeling him somehow when I wrote this poem because it sounds a bit like a song…

Also, the word of the day was Sure, and that set me off…

Can you ever be sure of something?

Deep inside?

Can you ever know all there is to know?

Even with a guide?

Life’s not like that, my old friend.

It’s a wonder, without any end.

If you knew what was coming tomorrow

You’d run and hide.

Will the future make you laugh out loud or cry?

Life’s a mystery, accept it, love it, live it

Or die.

Song Lyric Sunday – Bears, Lions, Eagles, and Panthers thrown in for good measure.

Last week I took part in Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday Challenge, the theme was songs that feature the lyrics of either Birth, Death, or Life.

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

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge this week the theme is songs that feature Lion, Tiger, Bear, Eagle, Shark suggested by Paula of Light Motifs II.

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

I thought of a couple of songs that fit this theme.

Firstly, was an old song, and you know how much I love old songs, that was released in 1959. It comes from a time when life was very different and some things that were enjoyed referenced cultures in a way that some may find offensive nowadays. I happen to like this song very much and I would never set out to offend (well, not unless provoked), so I am sorry if you do find this song and its reference to Native American culture offensive.

The song is Running Bear, sung by Johnny Preston.

The Song was written by J P Richardson, also known as The Big Bopper, who provided the backing vocal but died in the plane crash with Buddy Holly and Richie Valens, before the release of this song about a year after his death.

On the bank of the river stood Running Bear, young Indian brave
On the other side of the river stood his lovely Indian maid
Little White Dove was her name, such a lovely sight to see
But their tribes fought with each other, so their love could never be

Running Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love big as the sky
Running Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love that couldn’t die

He couldn’t swim the raging river ’cause the river was too wide
He couldn’t reach the Little White Dove waiting on the other side
In the moonlight he could see her throwing kisses ‘cross the waves
Her little heart was beating faster waiting for her Indian brave

Running Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love big as the sky
Running Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love that couldn’t die

Running Bear dove in the water, Little White Dove did the same
And they swam out to each other through the swirling stream they came
As their hands touched and their lips met, the raging river pulled them down
Now they’ll always be together in their happy hunting ground

Running Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love big as the sky
Running Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love that couldn’t die

Songwriters: Richardson J P

The second song that came to mind, with some trepidation, is a song performed by Tony Christie and The All Seeing I and Written by Jarvis Cocker of the band Pulp, it is called Walk Like a Panther. As well as the Agile Panther, it also mentions Lions and Eagles in the lyrics.

Why the trepidation on my part? Well, it only made it to number 10 in the UK charts and I’m not sure how well known it would be, but then you may enjoy being introduced to something different.

Marie has set up home
With a man who’s half my age
A halfwit in a leotard stands on my stage
The standards have fallen
My value has dropped
But don’t shed a tear
Some walk like they own the place
Whilst others creep in fear
Try if you can to walk like a man
But you don’t come near

You’ve got to fly like an eagle
Prowl like a lion in Africa
Leap like a salmon home from the sea
To keep up with me
You’ve got to walk like a panther tonight
Walk like a panther tonight

The old hometown just looks the same
Like a derelict man who had died out of shame
Like a jumble sale left out in the rain
It’s not good, it’s not right
The standards have fallen
My value has dropped
But don’t shed a tear
Some walk like they own the place
Whilst others creep in fear
Try if you can to walk like a man
But you don’t come near

You’ve got to fly like an eagle
Prowl like a lion in Africa
Leap like a salmon home from the sea
To keep up with me
You’ve got to walk like a panther tonight
Walk like a panther tonight

Where did you leave all self-respect?
You look like a reptile, your house is a wreck
Your existence an insult
Stains that are suspect cover your clothes
The standards have fallen
My value has dropped
But don’t shed a tear
Some walk like they own the place
Whilst others creep in fear
Try if you can to walk like a man
But you don’t come near

You’ve got to fly like an eagle
Prowl like a lion in Africa
Leap like a salmon home from the sea
To keep up with me
You’ve got to walk like a panther tonight
Walk like a panther tonight
Walk like a panther tonight
Walk like a panther tonight
Walk like a panther tonight
Walk like a panther tonight
Walk like a panther tonight
Walk like a panther tonight
Walk like a panther tonight
Walk like a panther tonight

I hope you enjoyed that selection.

I have also included the following word prompts:

Weird things to eat – My List.

My Blogging pal, Rory, who writes the blog A Guy Called Bloke has posted the question, what are the 5 weirdest things you have eaten.

Click below to see his post:

My Response is that growing up, I was not really introduced to exotic stuff, in fact, it would surprise you to hear the sort of things that in my family we thought of as exotic!

My mum wouldn’t eat Rice or Pasta, so if Marks and Spencers hadn’t done Spaghetti Bolognese ready meals, I’d have never known the joys of Italian food in my life. I now know the joys of real Italian food and have even attempted to make some myself.

Bearing that in mind, it was not without trepidation that I tried the following:

1) Norweigian Brown Cheese (Brunost) which is made from Whey rather than curds and tastes like a cross between Fudge and Cheese, it’s a savoury fudgy cheese…. Weird or What?

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

Now for my Vegetarian and Vegan friends, please look away for the next two.

2) Crocodile. I had this at an evening dinner party in the desert after watching the sunset over Uluru (it was an organised touristy thing but very nice), I didn’t like the taste of Crocodile, it tasted like Salty, Soapy Chicken…


3) Kangaroo. At the same event, I tried Kangaroo and LOVED it. This Agile animal is very much like Venison in taste and the meat is very lean, and consequently has to either be cooked quickly like the best beef steak or casseroled very slowly.


4) Ethiopian Cuisine – Now this was a really exotic experience for me (bearing in mind how unadventurous my culinary experiences had been) and I loved it. There are a few Ethiopian restaurants in London. The Queen of Sheba in Kentish Town is wonderful. The food is spiced but flavoursome and you eat it with rolled up giant pancakes (or its like pancakes), delicious,

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


5) Mole ( this is pronounced Molay, and is a Mexican sauce and NOT the burrowing animal), This is a very thick brown sauce, savoury and very complex tasting notes but made with chocolate. I have to say, I thought it was not very nice at all.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mole_(sauce)

Please forgive me my friend, Irene, who writes the blog “My Slice of Mexico”, if you are reading this. By way of apology, I post a link to her blog below, her recipes always look really tasty.

https://mysliceofmexico.ca/

So that is my selection. Why not go over to Rory’s block and let him know yours? let me know too, in the comments.

I have included the following word prompts:

SONG LYRIC SUNDAY – The big D word.

Last week I took part in Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday Challenge, the theme was songs that feature the lyrics of either Past, Present, or Future. It’s all about Time.

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

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge this week the theme is songs that feature the lyrics of either Birth, Death, or Life.

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

I think this time of year sparks thoughts of reflection on life and death. As the year draws to a close and before the time of festivity begins, we often look back and think about what we have achieved or failed to achieve. It also makes us consider our own mortality. Sometimes I look back at my life, almost like I’d been sold a ticket to a show from one of those showmen without scruple, and think about whether it was worth the ticket? We all get a different show, some of us experience a rollercoaster ride of excitement and perils, others get a quiet ride. Remember that you are in the driving seat of your life and you may face obstacles or have to overcome great challenges.

The challenge this week is to think of a song with lyrics about Birth, Life or Death and there were three songs that came to my mind.

Firstly, Season in the Sun, by Terry Jacks.

The song is an English-language adaptation of the 1961 song “Le Moribond” by Belgian singer-songwriter Jacques Brel[2] with lyrics rewritten in 1963 by American singer-poet Rod McKuen,[3] portraying a dying man’s farewell to his loved ones.

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend
We’ve known each other since we were nine or ten
Together we’ve climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and ABC’s
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees


Goodbye my friend, it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I’ll be there

We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed
Were just seasons out of time

Goodbye Papa, please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along

Goodbye Papa it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little children everywhere
When you see them, I’ll be there

We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone

Goodbye Michelle, my little one
You gave me love and helped me find the sun
And every time that I was down
You would always come around
And get my feet back on the ground

Goodbye Michelle, it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
I wish that we could both be there

We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the stars we could reach
Were just starfish on the beach

We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the stars we could reach
Were just starfish on the beach

We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone

All our lives we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed
Were just seasons out of time

Source: LyricFindSongwriters: Jacques Brel / Rod Mckuen

Secondly, I thought of the song by The Who, My Generation, which contains the lyric “I hope I die before I get old”. I wonder if anyone has asked Pete Townshend if he has changed his mind now he is older?

My Generation

The Who

People try to put us d-down (talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we get around (talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (talkin’ ’bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don’t you all f-fade away (talkin’ ’bout my generation)
And don’t try dig what we all s-s-say (talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-g-generation (talkin’ ’bout my generation)

My generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don’t you all f-fade away (talkin’ ’bout my generation)
And don’t try d-dig what we all s-s-say (talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m not trying to cause a big sensation (talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-generation (talkin’ ’bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
My, my g-generation
My, my, my, my, my generation

People try to put us d-down (talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-get around (talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (talkin’ ’bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
My, my, my, my, my generation (generation)

Talkin’ ’bout my generation (talkin’ about)
Talkin’ ’bout my generation (my generation)
Talkin’ ’bout my generation (my generation)
Talkin’ ’bout my generation (this is my generation, baby)

Talkin’ ’bout my generation (this is my generation)
Talkin’ ’bout my generation (generation)
Talkin’ ’bout my generation (this is my generation)
Talkin’ ’bout my generation (this is my generation)

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Peter Townshend

and thirdly and finally, Queen – Who wants to live forever.

Who Wants to Live Forever

Queen

There’s no time for us
There’s no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams, yet slips away from us

Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever
Oh ooo oh
There’s no chance for us
It’s all decided for us
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us

Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever
Ooh
Who dares to love forever
Oh oo woh, when love must die

But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today

Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever
Forever is our today
Who waits forever anyway?

Source: MusixmatchSongwriters: Brian May / Michael KamenWho Wants to Live Forever lyrics © Queen Music Limited

This has been a thoughtful post and I hope you have enjoyed the music. I am off to cheer myself up with some gardening….

I have also included the following word prompts

A Poem/Song Lyric – Before It’s Time to Say Goodbye

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I have written this poem in response to the Word of the Day prompt HYMN and also the Ragtag Daily Prompt – Unaware. 

I started out writing a poem, but then I realised that it had a certain rhythm and so it could be a song lyric too. What do you think?

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Before It’s Time to Say Goodbye

Sometimes you don’t know

What you had until it’s time to go

It’s one of those things, I don’t know why

You finally discover what you had,

When it’s time to say goodbye

***

Life is sad

Life is Cruel,

It’s not good or bad,

Change is renewal.

Embrace the future with a smile

Live the moment, because in a while

Time will fly,

It will be time to say goodbye.

***

When faced with the end

Of a relationship or a friend,

Look back on all the good times you had

 Shed a tear or two, then smile wide,

Life’s too short to remain so sad.

***

Sing a hymn,

say a prayer

be grateful you’re not

totally unaware,

Embrace the future with a smile

Live the moment, because in a while

Time will fly,

It will be time to say goodbye.

Photo by Skitterphoto on Pexels.com

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 29/November/2018

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/29/hymn/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/11/29/rdp-thursday-unaware/

Technophobia

Those Idle days of blissful calm content

Are trampled mercilessly beneath the march of time

We rush to beat the deadlines that won’t relent

Yet long for those sips of sweet summer wine.

The Pressures and pain of increasing demands

The whip crack urgency of the daily grind

Our lives spent chasing those goals of monetary gain

But yearning for those halcyon days left behind.

Cast off those chains and symbols of modern strife

Decry those instruments of mental strain

The self-imposed purgatory of the material life

The shallow need for technology is to blame.

Return those devilish devices of demonic confusion

Those pagers and palmtops and mobile phones

Refuse to be a victim of this Hi-tech revolution

And reclaim the quiet privacy of your homes.

Those dreams of moments spent in rapturous Eden

The yearning for natures longing embrace

These are the goals of our deepest desires

The forsaken destiny of the human race.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty

Written by Kristian Fogarty 31/03/2011

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/17/rdp-monday-halcyon/

Life’s calling card.

She woke up, her alarm was ringing.

She’d overslept again. This was the third time this week! 

Luckily, she had only overslept by five minutes and she always allowed enough time to get ready for work. She would have to do something simple with her hair again, no time to blow-dry, just a pony tail. 

Walking into the bathroom she checked her face. 

Was that a new wrinkle? There just above her right eyebrow?

She didn’t remember seeing it before. She had a few frown lines on her forehead, but who didn’t when they’d passed the thirty mark?

After her shower she slapped on a bit of extra moisturiser, just to try to keep the lines at bay. She also promised herself a spa day in the not too distant future.

Her commute into work wasn’t remarkable. The usual traffic, the usual impatient honking of horns. The idiot who cut into her lane without any indication. Why did people insist on driving without bothering to let others know what they are going to do? They’ll end up on a slab one day in the morgue where she worked.

She worked as a mortician at the local morgue. Not a glamorous job but it was stable, there will always be a constant supply of customers, that was for sure. 

As she arrived at work her colleagues all greeted her. It may surprise people to know that people who work in the morgue were actually quite upbeat and friendly. She got on with almost everyone. Of course, she spent most of her time with the customers and they couldn’t answer back or get on her nerves. She probably had the best customers of any company anywhere in the world! 

Stan came up to her to give her the news.

“Morning Jenny, you’ve got two new ones come in this morning. Do your best to a make them look nice for their families. One is a lady in her early 90’s who died in her sleep. The other’s a girl in her early twenties, had an overdose, poor thing. See what you can do.”

She went into her studio and looked at her customers. What a contrast.

One was as wrinkled as a burlap sack. There wasn’t much skin that wasn’t wrinkled.

The other was as perfect as a body could be. Not a blemish on it. The face didn’t have a single wrinkle. It was flawless. 

And yet, here was a woman who had lived a long life. Who had had children and grandchildren and who, judging from the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and around her mouth, must have enjoyed a good laugh. The wrinkles were like life’s calling card etched on her body for all to see.

And there was this poor, lovely, unblemished girl who had not really had much of a chance to live life to the full. 

She realised who she most wanted to be like.

Never again would she look at a wrinkle in the same way.

It wasn’t a curse, each was a little blessing.

She was lucky to have her wrinkles. So many people didn’t live long enough to get them. 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/March/2018

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/wrinkle/

via Daily Prompt: Wrinkle

Dancing in a Circle – A Poem and a Song

woman turning around on green fields
Photo by Jackson David on Pexels.com

 

Here’s a poem that I have just written about procrastinating…

 

I was dancing in a circle

my cheeks flushed with rosy hues

I wondered why my life had changed

I was puzzled and confused.

I was dancing in a circle

when my head began to spin

the world continued passing by

I was scared to enter in.

But life continues on without me,

As I dance here on my own.

Then one day I’ll wonder

why all that time had flown?

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16th May 2020

And here is a song I sang about Dancing:

 

 

The Word of the Day is Dancing:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/16/dancing/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/05/16/rdp-saturday-rosy-hues/

FOWC with Fandango — Circle

 

 

Multiple Word Prompt Poem – In Marble Halls.

I wrote this poem in January, but today’s words of the day are Marble and Opulent and it seemed to fit:

 

IN MARBLE HALLS

I dream I dwelled within marble halls,

In sunlit splendour with contented sighs

The opulent gilded and painted walls,

Were a glorious feast for tired eyes.

In my sleep, I toss and moan and garble

For though I dream, I sense disaster,

In my dream, the walls are marble,

But in reality, they are but plaster.

I prefer my dreams, for though they lie,

They ease my pain and soothe my heartache

From wakeful worries where critics decry

The consequences of the choices I make.

In marble halls where my demons forsake,

And lie in dreams, from which I will not wake.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 21/January/2019

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/07/14/oppulent/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/14/rdp-sunday-marble/

 

Today’s word prompts are Marble, Plaster, Dream and Derivative.

These made me recall an old lyric of a song written by Michael William Balfe with the word by Alfred Bunn in the Opera, The Bohemian Girl, written in 1843. It was later arranged and recorded by Enya.

Here are the Lyrics:

I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls
With vassals and serfs at my side
And of all who assembled within those walls
That I was the hope and the pride
I had riches too great to count, could boast
Of a high ancestral name
But I also dreamt, which pleased me most
That you loved me still the same
That you loved me, you loved me still the same
That you loved me, you loved me still the same

I dreamt that suitors sought my hand
That knights upon bended knee
And with vows, no maiden heart could withstand
They pledged their faith to me
And I dreamt that one of that noble host
Came forth my hand to claim
But I also dreamt, which charmed me most
That you loved me still the same
That you loved me, you loved me still the same
That you loved me, you loved me still the same

 

And here is Enya singing it beautifully. 

 

 

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/21/dream/

FOWC with Fandango — Plaster

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/01/21/rdp-monday-marble/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/01/21/your-daily-word-prompt-derivative-january-21-2019/