Before Armageddon – A Multiple Word Prompt Poem

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I wrote this poem back in 2019 long before the current pandemic, it’s interesting how, having experienced what we have, it seems to have changed how I feel about this poem…..

The Word of the Day is Statue and so I thought it would be worth sharing it again, but hadn’t appreciated how the circumstances had changed how it reads. 

 

The statue stood stolid

A symbol of penance

In a world rather squalid,

It had a great presence,

Two outreaching hands

A sign of kind nurture

Stretched out from the sands

To welcome each searcher,

A public display

To dispel all dissent

the pain blown away

eased one hundred percent.

This great lost relic

Of a past long forgotten

A remnant, angelic

Of a time less rotten,

When the world was better

When hearts weren’t leaden

And the oceans were wetter,

Before Armageddon.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 07/June/2019

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/06/06/penance/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/06/06/rdp-thursday-nurture/

FOWC with Fandango — Percent

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/06/07/your-daily-word-prompt-stolid-june-7-2019/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/06/07/public/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/03/21/statue/

Song Lyric Sunday: A glimpse of heaven.

The Challenge set by Jim Adams in his post linked below, is to find a song lyric that has something to do with a prompt. This week we have bouncing related prompts of Hop/Jump/Leap/Pounce/Spring

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/03/20/stretch-my-legs/

I thought of this song, that was written in 1971.

Strawbs – A glimpse of heaven

The hillside was a patchwork quilt
Neatly stitched with tidy hedge
And crumbling grey stone wall
The trees were bare, but Spring was near
To conjure up its endless strings
Of green magic handkerchieves

Could you only see what I’ve seen
You would surely know what I mean
I think I must have caught a glimpse of heaven.

A string of diamonds formed a stream
That tumbled down the daunting cliff
To sparkle bright on the beach.

New born lambs that sweetly played
Speckled eggs all newly laid
But for you I would have stayed
I think I must have caught a glimpse of heaven.

The Ragtag daily prompt it Lamb, so it also is included in this song.

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/03/21/rdp-sunday-lamb/

Spring is my favourite season and So I also wanted to share this song.

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'd say that I had Spring fever
But I know it isn't Spring

I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should I have Spring fever
When it isn't even Spring?

I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never heard
From a girl I've yet to meet

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be Spring

It might as well be Spring

Love Bite – A poem written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

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The Word of the Day today is FREE and I remembered this poem I wrote a couple of years ago, inspired by this beautiful picture by Kira.

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/03/08/free/

I was betrayed;

You never stayed

On an altar of false dreams

I sacrificed myself, it seems.

Our connection died

Our love cast aside.

Your intimate touch

That I loved so much,

Was a passing passion

A fleeting fashion,

Smitten

Now bitten,

Yearning,

Burning,

In a heap.

Love may be free,

but it’s never cheap.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/February/2019

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/10/kiras-sunday-scribbles-29/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/smitten/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/rdp-thursday-intimate/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/your-daily-word-prompt-passion-february-14-2019/

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/

50 Word Thursday #111 – A World without the Word.

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And the words: “Vengeance and retribution require a long time; it is the rule.”
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

He glanced out of the narrow window at the ships anchored in the harbour. This was the scene that had greeted his eyes every day of his life and it had inspired him to write several novels. Many of his books had Piracy as the main theme. He’d written many of the men who had come off those ships into his novels, embellished to represent a pirate king or a kidnapped victim.

The book he was currently working on was particularly challenging. It was a story or revenge and books about vengeance and retribution require a long time; it is the rule. However, he also knew that brevity was key. People’s attention spans nowadays were shorter and novels were often half the size they used to be. He decided to use a mechanism that was the retreat of many authors faced with this problem. He would use flashback to condense a long time into a handful of pages.

He began writing furiously and with a smile he placed his pen down at the end. He knew he’d penned another great novel. If only there were enough people around who could actually read. The Covid pandemic had killed all the teachers.

[200 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge.

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2021/02/18/50-word-thursday-111/

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/02/24/rdp-wednesday-brevity/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/02/24/theme-2/

Multiple Word Prompt Story – A Body In Victorian London.

His body lay in the gutter. He could feel the hard cobblestones, but the discomfort they caused was nothing next to the pain of the wound in his side. Stabbed by a Knife. It was Ironic he should end this way, bleeding to death in the street. The rain washed the blood away and with it, his life ebbed.

He took one last look at the London street, lit by gaslight that guttered in its glass lamp.

It was the last thing he saw. His London.

Continue reading Multiple Word Prompt Story – A Body In Victorian London.

Song Lyric Sunday – It doesn’t matter if you’re large or small – SHINE.

The Challenge set by Jim Adams in his post linked below, is to find a song lyric that has something to do with Long/short/small or tall.

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/02/20/general-length-or-size-of-things/

I found this song from Billy Elliot, the musical. The song was written by Elton John.

I hope you enjoy this song:

Shine

Recorded for the musical Billy Elliot

Music:Elton John
Lyrics:Lee Hall

It doesn’t matter if you’re large or small
Trapezoid, or short or tall
Even if you can’t dance at all
All you really gotta do is shine

It doesn’t matter if your life’s a mess
The whole process will coalesce
Girls, just try to effervesce
All you really have to do is shine


chorus: Give them that old razzle dazzle
Turn on the old pizzazz
There’s no time for shilly shally
Give it backbone, give it welly

Bowl ’em over, knock them out
Show them what life is all about
Give them that old razzle dazzle, and shine

It doesn’t matter if you’re unemployed
Only partially humanoid
An octopoid whose mind’s a void
All you gotta do is shine

It doesn’t matter if you’re born in Leeds
They love to see a heart that bleeds
You’ll all be stars one day, you’ll see
All you really gotta do is shine

(repeat chorus)

You might be feeling lousy
You might be feeling blue
A little disenchanted
A minor touch of flu
They couldn’t give a monkey’s cuss
They couldn’t give a fig
Come on girls get over it
It’s all part of the gig

Give them that old rinkle tinkle
Give them the old kabam
Grab the buggers by the bollocks
Knock ’em sideways, blow their minds out
Keep it coming, keep it coming
There’s no time for half-assed frolics
Give them that old razzle dazzle, and shine

It doesn’t matter if you’re short or squat
Cerebrally challenged, completely shot
You might have it, or might not
All you really have to do is
All you really have to do is shine
Give them that old razzle dazzle and shine
Give them that old razzle dazzle and shine, and shine, and shine

It also includes the Ragtag Daily Prompt word today which is Backbone.

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/02/21/rdp-sunday-backbone/

I hope you enjoyed this song and you have a fantastic Sunday. 🙂

50 Word Thursday #110 – All part of the Service – A macabre Valentines story.

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And the words:
“Some days expand, Mona thought; their seams stretch and they hold more than a day’s worth of time.” – This Must Be The Place – Kate Racculia

It seemed like the perfect Valentine’s day. Her boyfriend had paid for a night in a luxury hotel in a picturesque village and also a chauffeur to drive them to a local beauty spot.

He had woken her early and they had sat on their balcony and watched the sun rise and shared a bar of chocolate, not quite all of which melted in their mouths.

After breakfast, the driver had arrived with a huge grin on his face. There was something about him Mona did not like, something they preyed on her mind. He seemed quite jolly as he drove them to a remote and secluded place where a long stretch of sand met the sea. He even sang to them. Mona hoped that this was part of the service because she didn’t think it was worth paying extra for. She could only take so much more of ‘Spanish eyes’ sung just off key.

Some days expand, Mona thought; their seams stretch and they hold more than a day’s worth of time.

Then things started to go wrong. After taking just one sip of champagne, her boyfriend began to choke and passed out.

As she tried to resuscitate him, she looked over at the chauffeur who was still grinning.

“How can you be so cheery at time like this?” she shouted.

“Oh, I just love my job and my hobby” he replied.

“And what’s your hobby then?” Mona asked, with some trepidation.

“Butcher” he replied as the axe swung.

[250 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, hosted by Deb Whittam.

You have until Wednesday if you want to take part, click on the link.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2021/02/12/50-word-thursday-110/

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/02/14/mind/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/02/13/cheery/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/02/14/rdp-sunday-chocolate/

50 Word Thursday # 109 – Without an Apple.

and here are the words:
‘Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening.’
– Paulo Coelho – The Valkyries

I’d decided to make the most of my freedom. I’d no lectures today, no tutorials or dreary sessions in the library reading about Einstein’s theory of relativity. This was my first real day of freedom since lockdown had ended and that deadly virus, so persistent, had finally rescinded to controllable levels.

It had left it scars. I still avoided crowds where possible and I don’t think any of us would ever feel the same again.

Today I went to Greenwich to bask in the history or my scientific forebears. I’d wandered around the observatory where scientists of old had gazed through their telescope and seen the glories of a distant planet.

Then I sat and had a picnic on the green.

I gazed in dreamy contemplation across at the building in the distance topped by a triangle, really a pyramid and although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening.

It seemed as though those scientists who had walked this ground were passing on their knowledge and mixed with my own studies of theoretical physics I suddenly had a ‘Eureka’ moment and, without an apple like Newton, I had worked out how to travel through time!.

[200 words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge posted last week. Today is the last opportunity to take part.

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2021/02/04/50-word-thursday-109/

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/02/10/rdp-wednesday-triangle/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/02/10/persistent/

A Multiple Word Prompt Story – The Awkward Surprise

This story was inspired by the following word prompts

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/08/05/awkward/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/01/06/awkward-2/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/08/05/rdp66-abide/#like-621

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/08/05/three-things-challenge-05-august-2018/

Today’s things are: circus, carnival, freak show

The Awkward Surprise

It was his wife’s fiftieth birthday and he had managed to convince her he had forgotten all about it.

When they woke up that Saturday morning, he behaved like there was nothing special about the day ahead.

He’d got up, had a shower, fed the cats and then went to the corner shop to pick up the Saturday paper.

On his way back he quickly accosted the postman who was about to post some birthday cards through their letter box. He took the cards and put them in his coat pocket and only allowed the bills to pass through.

The postman gave him a strange look as he continued on his round.

Hiding round the side of the house he heard his wife open the inner door and pick up the few measly bills and slam the door again.

Stifling a laugh he opened the door with his key and went in.

“Has the mail been love?” he asked, how he kept a straight face, he had no idea.

“Only the gas and electric bills and a letter from the council about the drains, that’s all. I was expecting…”

“What were you expecting?” he asked as innocently as he could.

“Oh, Nothing. Nothing at all” She replied then went into the kitchen and slammed the door.

Continue reading A Multiple Word Prompt Story – The Awkward Surprise