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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

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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

 

 

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/

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/

 

 

 

What do you see – A Fallen Leaf

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This poem was written for Helene Vaillant’s ‘What do you see’ picture challenge:

What do you See? May 21/2019

 

 

Like a fallen leaf

lying on the forest floor,

my pride in tatters,

wondering what my future has in store.

Naked in the wilderness,

gnawed by grubs of doubt,

now you left me lying here,

what is this life about?

So charming, you enticed me

but the years revealed the truth,

your hateful lies, my tortured cries,

have robbed me of my youth.

My blind desires may have been

a factor in my fall.

but knowing me for all these years,

how could you be so cruel?

I know I’ll rise above this,

emerge a butterfly from my grief,

but now, I lay discarded here,

like a fallen leaf.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 26/May/2019

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/05/25/charming/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/05/25/your-daily-word-prompt-wilderness-may-25-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Factor

 

 

 

What do you see? – Seeker.

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This poem was written for Helene Vaillant’s What do you See Challenge on Willow Poetry.

Click on the link below if you’d like to take part:

What do you See? May 7/2019

 

 

Life Is like a child’s game

Without a match, the future’s blind.

The rules for everyone are just the same.

You must seek and ye shall find.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 08/May/2019

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/05/07/rdp-tuesday-match/

Comedy of Life – A lyrical Poem.

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When Life is getting too dark and deep,

and it seems there’s no reason, no rule.

Remember life is just one big joke,

we’re the audience and you’re the fool.

 

So laugh at the world

it’s crazy, it’s true

just fall about laughing, 

then pick yourself up

and begin anew.

 

When it seems nothing is going right,

and everything is getting you down,

remember life is a comedy

laugh anyway, because you’re the clown.

 

So Laugh at the world,

it’s crazy, it’s true

fall about laughing,

only laughter will see you through. 

 

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

FOWC with Fandango — Anyway

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/05/06/your-daily-word-prompt-comedy-may-6-2019/

 

 

Adventurous Soul – A very short poem.

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To Travel on life’s adventurous road,

with the wind in my sails and feeling freed,

after years of being trapped, my passage, slowed

I’m determined to go forward with all God’s speed.

There’s no greater delight for our struggling soul,

than to finally see the light and achieve a substantial goal.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 05/May/2019

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/05/04/delight/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/05/05/your-daily-word-prompt-substantial-may-5-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Speed

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/05/05/rdp-sunday-road/

 

 

 

First of May Haiku – Safe Journey

 

Happy first of May to everyone on the blogosphere. I have written this Haiku with a wish for everyone who is struggling through the journey of life at the moment.

 

May your compass point,

You home on every trip,

Despite life’s mayhem.

 

Safe Journey, everyone. 🙂

 

I have used the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/30/trip/comment-page-1/#comment-22528

FOWC with Fandango — Compass

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/05/01/your-daily-word-prompt-mayhem-may-1-2019/