Tales from the mind of Kristian
Visit the darkest crevices of my mind, dare to tread where many fear to go. You may find something interesting or you may find a mirror to your soul.
Please accept my apologies
for not posting much of late
I’ve got lots going on right now
and I can’t seem to keep a date.
My Mum was not well yesterday
She was as white as a page
It’s a rotten cold but she’s getting old,
She needed a doctor, a guru, a Sage.
Thankfully she’s had a good night
sleeping right through to the dawn
She’s calling the doctor right now.
and she looks better, not quite so withdrawn.
Chelsea Owens, on her blog, has thrown down the gauntlet in her latest Terrible Poetry contest. Click on the link below to see the post, why not have a go?
A cento is a poem made up of fragments of other poems.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cento_(poetry)
I thought I would try my hand at it, but it is a lot more difficult than it may at first appear. Here is my attempt:
The Owl and the Pussycat went to see,
the Elephant (Though all of them were blind),
Like Love, unkindly passing by.
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
A host of golden daffodils, they dance.
The reprieve papers are not signed, behind.
It was a poignant portrayal of the effects.
A collage of fragments of poetical objects.
I have included fragments from the following poems:
The Owl and the Pussycat by Edward Lear,
The Blind Man And The Elephant by John Godfrey Saxe
The Way It Is, by William Stafford
I wandered lonely as a cloud, by William Wordsworth
Reprieve, by Alison Prince
I have also included the following word prompts:
People often say I’m forgetful,
I suppose that must be true
I find I’m frequently regretful
Of all the things I’ve failed to do.
When I said I’d visit someone
Only then I don’t appear
Its certainly not much fun
to let friends down, I fear.
There goes forgetful Freddie!
I hear that quite a lot
I’d tell you who’s made me so unsteady
But Frankly, I just Forgot!
Written by Kristian Fogarty 08 February 2022
The Tuesday Writing Challenge was to write a short poem or prose containing the words Everyone, Closing in, and Timeless.
Here is my attempt:
Everyone wants something great to happen to them
Everyone wants a life of meaning
Something wonderful
Always dreaming
Without ending,
Timeless.
But life isn’t eternal,
You can sometimes feel time ticking
Closing in
Light flicking
Like a herald of death
And on the back of your neck
It’s breath.
Stop dreaming of timeless tomorrows
Start living today.
Your way.
Now.
I have also included the word of the day: Herald
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.
This is a comedy poem and is in no way supposed to be derogatory or a reflection of historical truth.
It was the Spartan way,
To be strong and tough and gay.
And in each dell and glade
Their muscles they displayed,
But when Athens’ army called
Their manly bravery stalled
and Athens won the day,
when Sparta bravely ran away.
Now the films recall again
Those strong five hundred men.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/October/2018
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/rdp-monday-spartan/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/glade/
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?
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.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 29/November/2018
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/29/hymn/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/11/29/rdp-thursday-unaware/
This poem was written for the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge, click on the link:
The challenge was to write something containing the phrases “red-painted lips” and “Silken Hair”.
Here was my attempt:
With her long silken hair
and her body laid bare
she had a beauty that none could eclipse.
She had eyes of bright green
that you’d just never seen
a scarlet smile with red-painted lips.
But alas it would seem
it was only a dream
as I sit up in bed all awake
That’s the last time I look
at a romantic book
before sleep, now I know my mistake.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 03/08/2021
I have also included the word of the day: Scarlet.
Mistletoe and Secrets
I remember when I was small
The mistletoe hung in the hall,
I didn’t know what it was for,
But I recall clearly what I saw.
The family, gathered In fancy dress
Would all kiss each other, and to my distress,
Would give a secretive, furtive look,
when Santa gave me a colouring book,
and to this day, I remember still,
thinking he looked like Uncle Phil.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 19/December/2018
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. 🙂
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/19/secretive/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/19/rdp-wednesday-family/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/12/19/your-daily-word-prompt-mistletoe-december-19-2018/
I feel I’ve hit a solid wall,
the inspiration will not come
The more I sit here and stall,
the greater I become more numb.
I need to stop and drink,
copious amounts of tea,
then immerse myself and think,
about where I want to be.
Have I lost my creativity,
To instigate and plot a story?
Or will I regain my proclivity,
to Imagine and end this purgatory?
This writers block has been extreme.
I pray this is just an awful dream.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 23/January/2019
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/23/instigate/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/11/15/plot/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/01/23/rdp-wednesday-immerse/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/01/23/your-daily-word-prompt-extreme-january-23-2019/
Tales from the mind of Kristian 