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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

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay 

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

Image by Mystic Art Design from Pixabay

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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