What do you See? – The Angels Kiss

When I was little I’d sometimes stay

with my Grandparents when

my Mother was away

My Grandad was quite stern and stark

with Victorian ways,

A Patriarch.

Missing my Mother, I’d cry at night,

because she wasn’t there

to tuck me in tight.

So in order to stop me nightly, weeping,

My Grandad gave me an Angel

to watch me while I was sleeping.

Then the strict old man would give me a kiss

and when I look back

I can’t help but Reminisce

And I look at that Angel

that’s still by my bed

and Wish I could see old Grandad instead.

Written by Kristian Fogarty 5th April 2021

This poem was written for the What do you See challenge:

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/04/05/what-do-you-see-76-april-5-2021/

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/04/05/fowc-with-fandango-patriarch/

Kreative Kue – Not a time for Kisses!

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The Word of the Day today is KISS, and so I remembered last year I wrote this poem inspired by this picture as part of a challenge by Keith Channing. I thought it would be a good time to share it again 🙂

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This poem was written for Keith Channing’s Kreative Kue challenge:

https://keithchanning.wordpress.com/2020/05/25/kreative-kue-264/

All I want to do is play with my duck

but it seems as though I’m just out of luck

I’ve been picked up and squeezed by hands so strong

I don’t like it, I think it’s so rude and so wrong!

I’d tell them to stop it, but I’m tiny and young

and I can’t seem to get the right words off my tongue.

And now they are pushing me into a face

Can I not have some dignity in this place?

I know you’re my mother and she is my sister,

but can’t you understand, I don’t want to kiss her?

It’s definitely a nightmare rather than a dream

so all I can do is to start crying and scream.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 30th May 2020

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/29/duck/

The Blossoms

I set out to find a song lyric that contains the word Blossom, in accordance with Jim Adam’s Challenge, click on the link below:

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/04/03/cherry-blossom-festival/

But instead my brain started whirring and I started writing my own lyric which I share below:

When the trees bring forth their blossoms

That’s when I think of you

The memories I had forgotten

Of what we have both gone through.

Though our faces change with the years

and our time together we may disparage,

With the blossoms come the tears

And the pain of our love’s miscarriage.

Life brings sorrow and we must salute

I tell myself to be strong, stand tall,

The marching band of time plays flute

Then comes again the pain that I recall.

When the trees give up their blossoms

To the ground the petals descend

I remember what I’d forgotten

All good things come to an end.

copyright: Written by Kristian Fogarty 4th March 2021

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/04/04/fowc-with-fandango-disparage/

A Parcel of Truth

A parcel can be a mysterious thing,

all wrapped up and tied with string,

but once it’s opened and laid bare,

the suspense has gone, no longer there.

Shouldn’t we be like that parcel instead?

After all, a still tongue does keep a wise one’s head.

Kristian Fogarty

Written by Kristian Fogarty 24/03/2021

This was written for the Word of the Day: Parcel

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/03/24/parcel/

Before Armageddon – A Multiple Word Prompt Poem

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Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

 

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/

Repose with two fishfingers up his Nose – Sharing a favourite poem.

The Word of the Day is REPOSE:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/03/16/repose/

And I was reminded of a favourite poem that I heard many years ago. It was contained in a book called Sister Madge’s Book of Nuns by Doug MacLeod which was full of funny poems. This one contains the line: And there he lay in cold repose
With two fish fingers up his nose.

SISTER STEPHANIE AND THE GANG – DOUG MACLEOD

The supermarket proved to be
A trial for Sister Stephanie.
“Oh rats!” she grumbled to herself,
“The birdseed’s on the highest shelf
Unless I gain some extra height
My Charlie won’t get fed tonight.”
The manager who lingered near
Said, “Having trouble, sister dear?
Out shelves are much too high, you say?
Well I see it a different way.
The problem is that you’re much too small!
A tiny speck, a Ping-Pong ball!
A monkey would be bigger than you
And rather better looking too.”


Sister Stephanie left the store
But came back with a mighty roar
The windows smashed, alarm bells range,
The nuns had formed a bikie gang.
The gang was fierce, the gang was mad
The gang was old and leather-clad
With chains and crosses, clubs and spikes
The nuns revved up their superbikes.
Then up and down the lanes they sped
With Sister Stephanie up ahead
“Yippee!” she cried, as piles of tins
Were scattered just like bowling pins.
They crushed the nuts, they blew away
The continental food display,
They squashed the squash, they split the peas,
They toppled all the toiletries.
The manager who’d been so rude
Was knocked into the frozen food
And there he lay in cold repose
With two fish fingers up his nose.


The bikies rumbled home to tea
Except for Sister Stephanie
Who searched the smoking battleground
Until a pack of seed she found.
She paid the manager and smiled,
“I’m sorry that the girls ran wild
But really, you should not poke fun
At poor defenceless nuns, my son.”


Then off she roared upon her Harley
Home to feed her vulture, Charlie.

Song Lyric Sunday: There’s that anguish, there’s that doubt.

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 the prompts are: Anguish/Misery/Torment

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/03/13/excruciating/

I thought of this song that was written by Clifton Davies and originally intended to be sung by the Supremes but instead was recorded by the Jackson 5.

The most famous version though, at least to my mind, is the one sang by Gloria Gaynor.

NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE

I never can say goodbye
No, no, no, I
I never can say goodbye

Every time I think I’ve had enough
And start heading for the door
There’s a very strange vibration
Piercing me right to the core

It says, “Turn around, you fool
You know you love him more and more”
Tell me why is it so?
Don’t wanna let you go!

Hey, I never can say goodbye boy, ooh baby
I never can say goodbye, no, no, no, hey

I never can say goodbye
Oh, no, I
I never can say goodbye

I keep thinking that our problems
Soon are all gonna work out
But there’s that same unhappy feeling
And there’s that anguish, there’s that doubt

It’s that same old dizzy hang-up
I can’t do with you or without
Tell me why is it so?
I don’t wanna let you go!

Hey, I never can say goodbye boy, ooh baby
I never can say goodbye, no, no, no, oo

Hey, I never can say goodbye boy, ooh baby
I never can say goodbye, no no no, no no no

Hey, I never can say goodbye boy, no, no, no, baby
Hey, I never can say goodbye, no, no, no
Please don’t make me say good-bye

Hey, I never can say goodbye

The Word of the Day also happens to be Anguish…

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/03/14/anguish/

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/

My 3 Year anniversary on WordPress.

3 Year Anniversary Achievement

Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com! You registered on WordPress.com 3 years ago.

Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.

I have received a message from WordPress wishing me a Happy Anniversary.

It was three years ago today that I started my Blog.

I had just begun a creative writing course and I wanted an outlet for my writing, I’d read an article that mentioned WordPress and this seemed like fate was giving me a nudge.

I am a bit of a technophobe and yet WordPress made it all easy.

It’s been a strange journey the last three years but I have come so far.

I admit that my initial energy has turned rather lukewarm and I am not writing as much lately, but I do hope that this changes soon and I start getting into a better routine with more time for writing.

I will be posting some of my earliest posts. It will be interesting to see if my writing style has developed at all 🙂

Thank you to all my followers for joining me on my journey.

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/03/07/lukewarm/

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/