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and she looks better, not quite so withdrawn.
My Blogging Pal Mel, of the blog Caramel, is organising the 2022 Bloggers Bake Off, click on the links below to take part. To celebrate this event, I have been kindly asked to write a poem below that includes some of the themes of this year’s bake-off.
So, it’s that wonderful time of year,
When we set out our bake-off stall,
Things are tough, but this brings us good cheer,
When we share, it shows we care, after all.
Making things from scratch costs less money,
and it brings joy to all those we meet
So why not bake a sponge and sprinkle it with honey?
Spread a little love with tasty things to eat.
Don’t worry if your cake sinks down in the middle,
drizzle it in chocolate and it’ll taste just as nice
Or you could cheat and buy one from Aldi or from Lidl,
It’s the taking part that counts, it’s fun and cheap at half the price.
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…
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.
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
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/
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 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.
Today I discovered a new challenge, the CCC challenge and in response to this fantastic picture, I have written a short poem.
To escape from life’s hustle and bustle,
I go where the leaves like to rustle,
Those back alleyways, where nature naturally stays.
An oasis that boosts my heart muscle.
This also reminds me of a poem I wrote many years ago:
I have also included the following word prompt:
Tales from the mind of Kristian 