Rhythm





Rhythm

The soft breeze lifted
an early morning mist
The skies cleared
as the sun appeared
and the earth was kissed
 
Equal parts of day
shared with the night
who darkens the sky
as we close our eyes
while they fight for the light
 
A circle of existence
giving life and breath
Yesterday is history 
Tomorrow is a mystery
Until we meet our death
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Equal

Breeze

Mist

Go Dog Go Cafe - Promote Monday

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Song Lyric Sunday – Papa was a Rolling Stone

Happy Father’s to all dads out there! Jim Adams has given us a dads’ theme for today’s Song Lyric Sunday. I have chosen an old Temptations song, Papa was a Rolling Stone.

A song performed by Motown recording act the Undisputed Truth. It was written by Norman Whitfield and Barrett Strong in 1971, and released as a single in May 1972. It peaked at number 63 on the Pop Charts and number 24 on the R&B Charts. The song was included on the Undisputed Truth’s album Law of the Land (1973).

Later that year, Whitfield, who also produced the song, took “Papa Was a Rollin’ Stone” and remade it as a 12-minute record for the Temptations, which was a number-one hit on the Billboard Hot 100 and won three Grammy Awards in 1973. While the original Undisputed Truth version of the song has been largely forgotten, the Temptations’ version of the song has been an enduring and influential soul classic.

Lyrics

Papa was a Rolling Stone
Temptations


It was the third of September
That day I’ll always remember, yes I will
‘Cause that was the day that my daddy died
I never got a chance to see him
Never heard nothin’ but bad things about him
Momma I’m depending on you to tell me the truth
Momma just hung her head and said, son

Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone (my son, yeah)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone

Hey Momma!
Is it true what they say that Papa never worked a day in his life
And Momma, some bad talk goin’ round town sayin’ that
Papa had three outside children
And another wife, and that ain’t right
Heard some talk Papa doing some storefront preachin’
Talking about saving souls and all the time leechin’
Dealing in dirt, and stealing in the name of the Lord
Momma just hung her head and said

Papa was a rolling stone (my son)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Hey Papa was a rolling stone (dad gumma it)
Where ever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone

Hey Momma
I heard Papa called himself a jack-of-all-trades
Tell me is that what sent Papa to an early grave
Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, steal
To pay his bills
Hey Momma
Folks say Papa never was much on thinking
Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking
Momma I’m depending on you to tell me the truth
Momma looked up with a tear in her eye and said, son

Papa was a rolling stone (well, well, well, well)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone (lone, lone, lone, alone)
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone

Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
My daddy was
Papa was a rolling stone (yes he was, yeah)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home)
Songwriters: Barrett Strong / Norman Whitfield
Papa Was a Rollin’ Stone lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Social Butterfly

Social Butterfly

Her eyes were shining
on this night of the full moon
Hair tumbling down her back
 
A social butterfly
Sashaying across the floor
Her eyes were shining
 
Others would smile
as she approached them
On this night of the full moon
 
Basking in the attention
Reveling in the mood
Hair tumbling down her back
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Mind Love Misery's Menagerie Saturday Mix - A Cascade
Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about
receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like
a waterfall. The structure is as follows:
a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C

Word Prompts

Social

Shine

Night

Sashay

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Who Are You?

Who Are You?

What happened to you?
Spouting allegations
I recognize you no more
You are a strange aberration
Like a two headed monster
With whom am I dealing
An anomaly of a man 
Who can leave me reeling
 
Unable to collect myself
when you turn on a dime
My feelings muddled
Being slow is now a crime
Confidence has been lost
I bounce off your arrogance
Spinning and confused
I doubt my relevance
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to V. J's Weekly Challenge - Anomaly

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Poem of the Month – July 2019 – Small

Small

How small and insignificant I feel
As the waves lap the shore
In my mind I escape to a place where
My thoughts have never gone before
 
Would this mighty sea swallow me?
In one fierce and furious gush
Or kiss my feet with a gentleness 
That I may hear the earth’s hush
 
Its energy coursing through my veins
Safe from harm, yet almost possessed
Losing myself in its tactual sensation
My spirit willingly repressed
 
Realizing I could be taken by the ocean
and become a slave to its force
I quickly return to the calmness
Lost in the tranquility of the source
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Prompt
Write/Photo - Small


D'Verse Poets Open Link Night

Word Prompt

Safe

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Whipping Post

Whipping Post

Tie me to that whipping post
yet one more time
It has become your obsession
to punish what you see as a crime
 
My expression does not please
the sound of my voice must grate
It is anything, something, nothing
that awakens your hate
 
Sideswiped without warning
I am at the mercy of your mood
which appears suddenly, no warning
and then begins the feud
 
Always tempted to fight back
Before reflecting on the cause
I have first to protect myself
from your menacing claws
 
No time to prepare for what transpires
Buried in the avalanche of your emotion
My eyes and mouth open in surprise
The air as cold as the Arctic ocean
 
It’s always about you, no thought for me
Escalating tension, words never to return
No winner declared as usual
The situation is now of grave concern


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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Word Prompts:

Tempt

Reflect

Tangled Web – A Haiku

Tangled Web 

A spider at work
She weaves her gossamer web
Intricate detail 

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Mind Love Misery's Menagerie
Heeding Haiku - Spider Web

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One Liner Wednesday

These Wednesday’s roll around quickly don’t they? This week Linda G Hill’s One Liner Wednesday has a new badge thanks to Laura from Riddle from the Middle who won the challenge for a new graphic. Congratulations Laura!

My contribution this week is humor, as usual. Hope you enjoy the laugh!

Petticoat Lane, London E.1

Petticoat Lane

Ladies and gents, roll up, roll up 
The request of Cockney patter
You won’t believe your eyes
goes the stallholder’s chatter
 
Merchandise galore 
from soup to nuts
A new set of plates
or some fabric cuts
 
Fresh baked bagels
and plenty of nosh
Saris and leather goods
Some things quite posh
 
Fruits and vegetables
Ribbons and lace
Plants and flowers
Caricatures of your face 
 
Clothing and shoes
in all shapes and sizes
Treasures to be found
Bargains are the prizes
 
A pint of whelks
or some dressed crab
Toffee apples on a stick
Butter on the marble slab
 
A melting pot of cultures
in the London’s East End
A market for everyone
Where personalities blend
 
An historic market
From centuries ago
Everything still for sale
on somebody’s barrow
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sarah is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted
us with our memories of markets. Mine is of Petticoat Lane
in London where I used to go as a child. It was colorful
and memorable

A Walk in the Woods – Flash Fiction

Walk in the Woods

Walking slowly through the woods, Jessica was lost in her thoughts. It had been an emotionally driven weekend and she desperately wanted to shake off the remnants of the past two days.  

She stopped suddenly when far away an interrupted cry jerked her out of her reverie. She wondered what it could be.  Perhaps someone was hurt or an animal maybe.

Hearing it again she moved quickly towards the sound.  She had come off the trail and was venturing into the deep forest. The sound was closer now, and as she pulled back some wayward bushes, she saw it. 

There in front of her was a dog tied to a tree.  It was clearly distressed

‘Oh, you poor doggie, who did this to you?’ Jessica said tenderly

‘Get away from the bitch.  Now!’ he said as he pointed the 12-gauge shotgun at her.

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

144 words

Bjorn is hosting at D'Verse Poets this Monday and has
challenged us to write some flash fiction - no more than
144 words. It also has to include this line from
"When far away an interrupted cry"
from Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost

Word Prompt

Lost

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