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