Good morning!
Another hump day rolls around and its time for One Liner Wednesday. We always used to say that parts of Africa were like one big restaurant, and this Larson cartoon really captured that thought.
Have a great day!

Finding Your Words
Good morning!
Another hump day rolls around and its time for One Liner Wednesday. We always used to say that parts of Africa were like one big restaurant, and this Larson cartoon really captured that thought.
Have a great day!


Could it be?
Surely not
After a lifetime
of travelers passing by
Was it still
in the same spot?
It was worth a try
In the crevasse
Down below
A keepsake
marking the day
A token of love
left there long ago
Buried under the clay
With determination
it was recovered
Invoking feelings
long forgotten
Lost in thoughts
Recollections stirred
All wrapped up in cotton
He had never returned
She was now certain
Their tryst
a faded memory
Faces become hazy
Promises spoken and broken
Conjured in a sweet reverie
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Prompt
Word Prompt: Haze
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The fisherman would troll
the waters deep
A habit he formed
He could not sleep
Night after night
patient for the catch
Staring out to sea
Willing the batch
His nets did trawl
But for naught
A snifter of whisky
For sleep he thought
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Frank Hubeny is hosting D'Verse Poets Monday Quadrille
His prompt word is Troll. I chose this definition of the word.
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title.
Photo by sasan rashtipour on Unsplash

Eyes adjusted to the darkness
black as black could be
The key turning in the lock
Drowned the desperate plea
Unknowing and afraid
Of what would come next
Tears began to flow
Although having no effect
A tray pushed roughly
under the closet door
Scrambling to retrieve it
Slipping on the floor
Tired and hungry
Devouring the paltry feast
Maybe giving strength
To fight off the angry beast
A captive, but why?
It was still unclear
How many days had it been
since someone did appear?
Was it even known
that a prisoner was here?
Would anyone come
To quell the fear
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Feast
Closet
Paltry
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Good morning! This week’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt from Jim Adams is Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months and Years. So this week it was toss up for me between Ruby Tuesday and The Living Years, by Mike and the Mechanics. M&M won because I love the lyrics. Sadly, many of us have experienced resistance and division within our family circle, and anger, spoken or unspoken has come back to haunt us.
Mike + the Mechanics are an English rock supergroup formed in 1985 as a side project of Mike Rutherford the bassist/guitarist and one of the founding members of the band Genesis. I hope you enjoy the anthem-like quality of this song.
The Living Years
Mike and the Mechanics
Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door
I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Oh, crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got
You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence
Say it loud (say it loud), say it clear (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late (it's too late) when we die (oh when we die)
To admit we don't see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts
So don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be okay
So say it loud, say it clear (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
Because it's too late, it's too late (it's too late) when we die (oh when we die)
To admit we don't see eye to eye
I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Say it loud, say it clear (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late (it's too late) when we die (it's too late when we die)
To admit we don't see eye to eye
So say it, say it, say it loud (say it loud)
Say it clear (come on say it clear)
Songwriters: B.A. Robertson / Mike Rutherford (gb)
The Living Years lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Concord Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management

Clandestine meetings
Secrets and lies
Forbidden love
Slicing unbreakable ties
Stealing love
from another
Ignorance your bliss
Always hiding in cover
Blowing up lives
Causing pain
Years of happiness
Now down the drain
Excitement disguised
As love evermore
Nothing can compete
Like a rabid carnivore
Passion turned to hate
Anger and cruelty abound
Someone’s marriage in tatters
You, continuing to confound
As quick as it began
One day you’re gone
Without a goodbye
The end of a love song
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Tonight Kim of Writing in North Norfolk is hosting
Open Link Night at DVerse Poets Pub
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Here is this week’s One Liner Wednesday. I like to get technical and I agree with this statement!


In a heartbeat
Focus lost forever
A moments dalliance
Has become your never
Like a tassel
Blowing in the breeze
at the mercy of being
brought to your knees
A blot on the character
For one poor choice
Shunned from society
No longer owning a voice
Christine Bolton – Poetry for HealingWord Promts
Focus
Tassel
Blot
This week, Jim Adams has challenged us with School/Books/Learning for his Spring Break Song Lyric Sunday prompt. I hope you like my choice of Paul Simon’s “Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard”. The song was written by Simon and recorded in 1972. He made a video for this song in 1988 that showed him playing basketball with some school kids on a playground. The video has a rap intro by Biz Markie and Big Daddy Kane, and a cameo by baseball legend Mickey Mantle, who lip-synchs the chorus. At the end of the video, NFL Hall-of-Famer John Madden is shown giving tips to the young players. Paul Simon is a big Yankees fan.
Enjoy your Sunday!
Lyrics
Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard
The mama pajama rolled out of bed
And she ran to the police station
When the papa found out he began to shout
And he started the investigation
It's against the law
It was against the law
What the mama saw
It was against the law
The mama looked down and spit on the ground
Every time my name gets mentioned
The papa said, "oy, if I get that boy
I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention"
Well I'm on my way
I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way
I'm taking my time
But I don't know where
Goodbye to Rosie, the queen of Corona
Seein' me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
Seein' me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
Whoa, in a couple days they come and take me away
But the press let the story leak
And when the radical priest
Come to get me released
We was all on the cover of Newsweek
And I'm on my way
I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way
I'm taking my time
But I don't know where
Goodbye to Rosie, the queen of Corona
Seein' me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
Seein' me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
Seein' me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
Songwriters: Paul Simon
Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard lyrics
© Universal Music Publishing Group

They said,
“If the broom fits, ride it!”
And she did, of course
Controlling, fearless and fierce
Aware of all secrets
And what might be source
Gifted with calculating skills
And knowing where souls and
skeletons were concealed
She used information acquired
Holding feet to the fire
Shameful stories were revealed
Stopping one day
To take refreshment
From an offered chalice
It was poison she drank
That took her life
A death from obvious malice
Despised by her enemies
Loved by her followers
She was both target and idol
An illustrious force of nature
A hurricane in a sandstorm
No one could ever unbridle
RIP you crazy witch
and haunt us no more
It’s enough we have to see
A constant calling card
Your hat on a pole
When all we want is to be free
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Prompt
Sign - Write/Photo
Word Prompt
Illustrious
Soul
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