Song Lyric Sunday – Take

This week Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt is Take or Taking.

There are many songs to choose from, some are my own favorites, but I’m trying not to be too obvious.  The first one that sprung into my head was Take Another Little Piece Of My Heart by the iminitable Janis Joplin.  Here it is and hope you will enjoy it as much as I do.

Enjoy your Sunday!

Lyrics
Take Another Little Piece of My Heart
Janis Joplin

Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on!

Didn’t I make you feel like you were the only man – yeah!
An’ didn’t I give you nearly everything that a woman possibly can ?
Honey, you know I did!
And each time I tell myself that I, well I think I’ve had enough,
But I’m gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough.

I want you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it,
Take it!
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby!
Oh, oh, break it!
Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, oh, have a!
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby,
You know you got it if it makes you feel good,
Oh, yes indeed.

You’re out on the streets looking good,
And baby deep down in your heart I guess you know that it ain’t right,
Never, never, never, never, never, never hear me when I cry at night,
Babe, and I cry all the time!
But each time I tell myself that I, well I can’t stand the pain,
But when you hold me in your arms, I’ll sing it once again.

I’ll say come on, come on, come on, come on and take it!
Take it!
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby.
Oh, oh, break it!
Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah,
Oh, oh, have a!
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby,
You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good.

I need you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it,
Take it!
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby!
Oh, oh, break it!
Break another little bit of my heart, now darling, yeah, c’mon now.
Oh, oh, have a
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby.
You know you got it – whoahhhhh!!

Take it!
Take it! Take another little piece of my heart now, baby,
Oh, oh, break it!
Break another little bit of my heart, now darling, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oh, oh, have a
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, hey,
You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good.

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Words (2)

Words (2)

The pen is my instrument

And life my mentor

An extraordinary journey

Questioning what’s in store

A burgeoning dream

To heal our pain

Writing about fears

Sheltering from the rain

Exorcising demons

With our blood for ink

Pulling me back

From teetering on the brink

We may heal ourselves

From the wounds of misery

The pen is mightier than the sword

and it inflicts no injury

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts

Burgeon

Mentor

Extraordinary

Instrument

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Jerk

Jerk

What I ask is the point

To do what will disappoint

Why would you pour oil on a bonfire

When you know what will transpire

You actually enjoy being

The one always disagreeing

An onslaught of peppered criticisms

When no one wants your idealisms

You would bask in your own glory

While delivering a sad sob story

Public enemy number one

Never wanting to be outdone

Your motto is to never snooze

If you do you might lose

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Linda G Hill’s Stream of consciousness Saturday asked us to open a book and ‘point’ and write about where you landed.  I arrived at a poem by Rupi Kaur …

let it go
let it leave
let it happen
nothing
in this world
was promised or
belonged to you anyway

– all you own is yourself

It inspired me to write this poem I called Jerk

Point

Bonfire

Bask

Snooze

Public

Onslaught

Photo by Nicolas Ladino Silva on Unsplash

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Eyes Wide Open – Week #17

Good Saturday morning!

The weather this week was amazing.  Late October, early November and the temperatures were in the mid 80s during the day and 70s at night.  Finally the humidity has gone and we are enjoying Florida outdoors.

This week I went to the park on the Bayfront to see what was happening.  As you can see from the photos it was a glorious day.

Enjoy your Saturday!

 

An interesting sculpture

A nautical distance marker on the walking trail

Part of the dolphin fountain

Not a cloud in sight and the skyline reflected in the water 

This guy saw me photographing him and offered to do a few more moves.

What was I going to say? No?

Some tourists taking a Segway Tour

Bougainvillea climbing the entrance gate. So colorful

 

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Circles

Circles

Friday comes once more 
The end of another week
And my serenity returns
To its hiding place
All that is special
Will disappear 
When I see your face

Your return will
Take the oxygen 
From the air
And cloud my sky
You will scratch my skin
With your hands
Always rough and dry

Your words will taint
The beauty of the day
The excruciating pain
Of two people now strangers
Will take hold of the house
Dark and saddening
Avoidance the best refrain

This cycle of expectancy
And torture 
Is a sickening ride
We play it perfectly 
Like hamsters on the wheel
Constantly going nowhere
Choosing everything to hide

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Friday

Taint

Excruciating

Dry

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Holy Cow!

I have just completed the 31 days of poetry challenge with OctPoWriMo, which I took very seriously. However I looked at the prompts today and nothing was speaking to me. So to reward myself for being diligent for the past month, I came up with the nonsense below.  It just flowed and the sillier it became the more I liked it!  Please forgive my indulgence.  I’ll be back on track tomorrow!

Holy Cow!

He was roving the countryside
Until he came alongside
A poor cow stuck in a fence
Her leg was caught in the wire
Half her body lying in the mire
Things were looking quite tense

She was mooing so loudly
But held herself together proudly
Her pain was obviously wicked
He tried to help her get loose
Struggling just tightened the noose
Her limb was looking crooked

He was fearing the worst
But there was a cloudburst
It was raining cats and dogs
She started to have a tantrum
So his guitar he began to strum
As he sat down on some logs

The music to her was calming
He could see she was a Brahman
A cow of the highest quality
If he could only free the bovine
Perhaps the owner would offer a goldmine
It was a matter of her dignity

She had slipped lower into the mud
The rain had left quite a flood
But he finally freed the poor cow
As the owner appeared
His reward he feared
Might be less than he had now

A bonanza was not on the cards
Not by many a yard
The cow was ownerless
The man who came
Was just playing a game
It was time to reassess

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Roving

Loose

Tantrum

Wicked

Bonanza

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