Finding Your Words
Good Morning! It's hump day again and time for Linda G. Hill's
One Liner Wednesday
Linda's reference to her appliance made me smile and reminded me
that no matter how old we get, life can be silly and fun.
I came across this graphic and thought it fits today's challenge.
Have a great day!
As the sky turns
From blue to creamy yellow
When the sun sinks lower
And we begin to feel mellow
Feeling the slight tingle
of freshly sun-kissed skin
And freckles on a nose
That knows not how to begin
Your sapient thoughts confirm
This is where you need to be
Brush off the cobwebs
In search of liberty
For all the winter clothes
Are but just an armor
That protect us from the cold
And keep us warmer
Connect with your inner self
And follow your dreams
Stay on target
Its easier than it seems
Shed the unnecessary weight
Discard those scratchy threads
And free yourself
From winter’s dread
Be venturesome and curious
Stay full of wonder
Spread your wings
Let no one steal your thunder
Fly south young bird
As your parents have sung
Follow the sun and
stay forever young
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Venturesome
Target
Connect
Sapient
Photo by Heather Shevlin on Unsplash
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The Weeping Willow’s tears
Poured into the rippling water
Until the swollen river crested
So full with her grief
Swallowing deeply, ingesting her pain
Until she no longer protested
She came often to share her thoughts
This time she brought her anguish
It was as if her heart infested
The Willow absorbed her cries
The deep sobs of the wounded
It was there for whatever she requested
The river flowed over her feet
Washing away her heartache
Encouraging her to stay until she was rested
As the Willow tree and river soothed her
The sun shone its light on her sadness
Until her fresh thoughts were manifested
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompt:
Ripple
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Last night I had a dream
You were lying next to me
In a dark room
Somewhere near the sea
I could hear crickets
In the balmy stillness
Moonbeams streaking
Light through the darkness
A sensation of calmness
As I let you stroke my cheek
Your arms went around me
and I began to feel weak
You grasped my hands
pulling them behind me
Expertly binding them
and I pretended to get free
Your actions were exciting
Almost kinky in a way
Your body pushing against me
as I submissively lay
I didn’t know who you were
I perhaps did not care
Was this even a dream
Or a fantasy nightmare
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Kinky
Free
Dream
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This week the theme is “Boys” for Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday
Lots to choose from and I feel that we are going to see a lot of variety in today’s offerings.
This one by Estelle and featuring Kanye West (2008) was one of my favorites in recent years. It’s hip hop but has great musical beat. I am not a Kanye fan particularly but I do like Estelle. She is a London born musician, now residing in New York, who was first signed by John Legend for his own music label. You can check her out on Wikipedia.
Hope you enjoy it and have a great Sunday.
American Boy
Lyrics
[Kanye West:]
Just another one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle, we ’bout to get down, get down.
Who the hottest in the world right now.
Just touched down in London town.
Bet they give me a pound.
Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
Yes
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
We just sold out all the floor seats
[Estelle:]
Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You’ll be my American boy.
He said “Hey, Sister.
It’s really, really nice to meet you.”
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who’s just my type.
I like the way he’s speaking, his confidence is peaking.
Don’t like his baggy jeans but I’mma like what’s underneath them.
And no I ain’t been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York’s heart awaits.
First let’s see the west end.
I’ll show you to my brethren.
I’m liking this American boy, American boy
Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day
Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You’ll be my American boy, American boy
Can we get away this weekend?
Take me to Broadway.
Let’s go shopping, baby, then we’ll go to a café.
Let’s go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I never been to Brooklyn and I’d like to see what’s good.
Dress in all your fancy clothes.
Sneakers looking fresh to death, I’m loving those Shell Toes.
Walking that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I’m liking this American boy, American boy.
Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day
Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You’ll be my American boy
Tell ’em wagwan blud
[Kanye West:]
Who killing ’em in the UK.
Everybody gonna say, “You, K.”
Reluctantly ’cause most of this press don’t fuck with me.
Estelle once said to me, “Cool down, down, don’t act a fool now, now.”
I always act a fool oww oww.
Ain’t nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya thinking.
Ribena I know what you’re drinking.
Rap singer. Chain blinger.
Holla at the next chick soon as you’re blinking.
What’s your persona.
About this Americana rhymer.
Am I shallow ’cause all my clothes designer.
Dressed smart like a London Bloke.
Before he speak his suit bespoke.
And you thought he was cute before.
Look at this peacoat, tell me he’s broke.
And I know you ain’t into all that.
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
But I still talk that CASH.
‘Cause a lot wags wanna hear it.
And I’m feeling like Mike at his Baddest.
Like The Pips at they Gladys.
And I know they love it.
So to hell with all that rubbish
[Estelle:]
Would you be my love, my love?
Could you be mine?
Would you be my love, my love?
Could you be mine?
Could you be my love, my love?
Would you be my American boy, American boy?
Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You’ll be my American boy, American boy
You’ll be my American boy.
Be my American boy!
American boy.
[Estelle:]
La la lala la lalala
La la lala la lalala
Writer(s): ADAMS WILLIAM, WEST KANYE OMARI, HARRIS KEITH ERNESTO, LOPEZ JOSHUA MATTHEW, STEPHENS JOHN ROGER, SPEIR CALEB, SWARA ESTELLE FANTA, WASHINGTON KWELI EBON
Oh how high he jumped
Into the sky
Excited and free
He felt like he could fly
Wherever you go
I will follow you, he said with a sigh
She fluttered momentarily
The dog and the butterfly
Up and over, in and out
Making him dizzy of his eyes
She teased him relentlessly
He wasn’t such a tough guy
A symbiotic relationship
He did run and was spry
She could hover out of reach
The dog and the butterfly
They would chase each other
Her love he did vie
She was lost without him
And he knew why
Happy together
They would never say goodbye
Opposites attract
The dog and the butterfly
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
d'Verse Poets Pub - Jilly's Thursday Prompt - Repetitive Forms
Good Saturday Morning!
I was out of town this week so my iPhone photos are of New York. Visiting the Big Apple for a few days vacation, enjoying the chilly weather and seeing the city get ready for the holidays. It did not disappoint!
I hope you enjoy them. Have a great day!
Saks Fifth Avenue decorated for the holidays
The Christmas Tree at Rockefeller Plaza
A Lighted Angel
The Roman Rooms at The Met
More from The Met
Grand Central Station
Like a belligerent badger
Or a dog with a bone
Angry at the world
You build your wall of stone
Standing at the back door
When gifts were handed out
Temper was the one you received
Learning to scream and shout
Driving people away
who just want to be kind
They rarely stay long
In fear of your mind
It is sad to know
you’ll end up a lonely old man
No one will want you
They run away as fast as they can
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Photo by Donald Teel on Unsplash
Word Prompts:
Belligerent
Driver
Build
Gift
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At that one fatuous moment
There was an eruption
Of your putrescent anger
Spewing the carnage
An obvious disruption
No one saw it coming
Silence was broken
By the obnoxious sound
Even the dead
It would have woken
A hush fell over the room
As mouths gaped wide
You could see minds turning
In unison wondering
Where on earth could one hide
You in your way embarrassed
The target of your outburst
Reduced to a heap
Of hurt on the floor
Crying like a cloudburst
At times such as this
When you fall from grace
Are you escorted from the room
Without causing more harm
Or simply put in your place
A gentleman would not behave
In a manner of dereliction
Should someone call you
On your unacceptable actions
Be prepared for your eviction
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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Like kissing a train
Going down the tracks
Or catching a falling knife
So is the world with you
Danger wherever I look
Sometimes in fear for my life
Jump on the bandwagon
Or continue to boredom
What is life if not lived?
Dull and predictable
Lonely and missing
Better to be alive than dead
Your energy inspiring
Exciting and contagious
A miracle in the making
Getting into character
Each day is live theater
A slice of life for the taking
Adrenalin junkie
I’m not sure that I am
Just a need to be at your side
No matter the weather
We are better together
I’m along for the ride
Flying up to the high
Hanging on to your coat tails
And turning on a dime
Sharing your crazy world
Better or worse
Leaving would be a crime
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
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