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Song Lyric Sunday – Ventura Highway

This week’s prompts from Jim Adams for Song Lyric Sunday are Avenue, Boulevard, Drive, Road and Street. Thanks Jim! I was actually spoilt for choice! I hope highway will be acceptable as I am choosing Ventura Highway by America from 1975. This song always makes me happy and I love the poetic use of words.

According to Songfacts, America member Dewey Bunnell wrote this song. In an interview with the Los Angeles Times October 1, 2006, he explained: “It was 1963 when I was in seventh grade, we got a flat tire and we’re standing on the side of the road and I was staring at this highway sign. It said ‘Ventura’ on it and it just stuck with me. It was a sunny day and the ocean there, all of it.”

Bunnell’s father was in the Air Force and was stationed at Vandenberg Air Force Base near Santa Barbara. They were on a trip in the Oxnard area of southern California when they got stranded.

Regarding the lyrics, “Seasons crying no despair, alligator lizards in the air,” Bunnell said: “The clouds. It’s my brother and I standing there on the side of the road looking at the shapes of clouds while my dad changed the tire.”

There’s no official “Ventura Highway,” but Ventura is a county in California, and Highway 101 runs through it.

Have a great Sunday!

Ventura Highway

Chewing on a piece of grass
Walking down the road
Tell me, how long you gonna stay here Joe?
Some people say this town don't look
Good in snow
You don't care, I know
Ventura Highway in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger
Than moonshine
You're gonna go I know
'Cause the free wind is blowin' through
Your hair
And the days surround your daylight
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air
Wishin' on a falling star
Watchin' for the early train
Sorry boy, but I've been hit by
Purple rain
Aw, come on Joe, you can always
Change your name
Thanks a lot son, just the same
Ventura Highway
In the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger
Than moonshine
You're gonna go I know
'Cause the free wind is blowin' through
Your hair
And the days surround you daylight
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air
Songwriters: Dewey Bunnell
Ventura Highway lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc



The view across the lake
in the early morning
Magnificent in its silence
as the day was dawning
Birds aroused and calling
in a contest of sound
Happy communicating
while others dig the ground
Each day wondrous
in its simple familiarity
Traveling on the wheels of existence
Rotating in its peculiarity
Monotonous but necessary
a cycle impossible to cheat
The tread of time so ruthless
that it tramples even kings under its feet
Such is life
A difficult road to follow
Beautiful yet tough
sometimes a hard pill to swallow
Moments captured and stored
in the memory banks of existence 
Destined to be robbed by spendthrifts
With little or no resistance
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©






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Personification, using this sentence:
The tread of time is so ruthless that it tramples even the kings
under its feet.

The Other Side of Darkness

The Other Side of Darkness

She walked slowly
and deliberately
crossing the path of no one
Her hair like spun sugar
Almost caramelized
In the early morning sun
The day was beginning
making its glorious entrance
bringing lightness to her day
The remains of the previous night
Little more than bad memories
slowly slipping away
Darkness had consumed her
blackening her heart
Stealing her soul
Wretched and angry
She fought hard to escape
the tenebrous hole
Kissed by the solar energy
her thoughts now clear
She shook off the shroud
releasing the negativity
that was consuming her
Letting it drift up to the clouds
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Thursday Prompt Write/Photo - Yearning



I allow my mind to drift
wherever it may go
Closing my eyes 
I see the reflection
of this sad, humdrum life
and let my feelings flow
Once passionate
caring for each other
Two peas in a pod
Connected at the hip
One is down, the other
expected to smother
Duty becomes labor
and labor is now slavery
When the love turns inward
selfishness rules
The other become faceless
There’s no room for bravery
Where does this go
and can it ever be saved
A one-sided marriage
One a doormat on which
the other walks
Or a war that will be waged
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Image by Karen Smits from Pixabay 

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D'Verse Open Link Night hosted by Mish

Morning Light

Morning Light

A shard of sunlight 
pierced the grey sky
Soon silver light in the east
was threaded with gold
Drawing a sigh
That delicious moment
of nature’s morning light
passed quickly
as the day began 
and stole the night
An island of reflection
seeing the rise and fall
of both sun and moon
A war for supremacy
behind the rainfall
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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Image by Yinan Chen from Pixabay 

Song Lyric Sunday – Eve of Destruction

This week Jim Adams’ prompts for Song Lyric Sunday are Cool, Groovy, Hip, Nifty, Radical and Swell. For some reason, apart from groovy, radical stayed with me the longest. I chose this Barry McGuire protest song, The Eve of Destruction, from the 60s. In many ways I feel we are right back there in the middle of that decade. Any progress we have made in the last 50 plus years has been snatched away from us in the last three.

According to Wikipedia it was written by P. F. Sloan in mid-1964. Several artists have recorded it, but the best-known recording was by Barry McGuire. This recording was made between July 12 and July 15, 1965, and released by Dunhill Records

The song had initially been presented to The Byrds as a Dylanesque potential single, but they rejected it. The Turtles, another L.A. group who often recorded The Byrds’ discarded or rejected material, recorded a version instead. Their version was issued as a track on their 1965 debut album It Ain’t Me Babe, shortly before McGuire’s version was cut; it was eventually released as a single and hit #100 on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1970. The song was also recorded by Jan and Dean on their album Folk ‘n Roll in 1965, using the same backing track as the McGuire version, and by The Grass Roots on their first album Where Were You When I Needed You in 1966.

McGuire’s single hit #1 on the US Billboard Hot 100 and #3 on the UK Singles Chart in September 1965. 


Eve of Destruction
Barry McGuire

The eastern world, it is explodin',
Violence flarin', bullets loadin',
You're old enough to kill but not for votin',
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin',
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
And can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin',
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin',
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
Handful of Senators don't pass legislation,
And marches alone can't bring integration,
When human respect is disintegratin',
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin',
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Think of all the hate there is in Red China!
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
But when your return, it's the same old place,
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
Hate your next door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace,
And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
No, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Songwriters: P. F. Sloan
Eve of Destruction lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group,
BMG Rights Management



Not knowing
Is akin to wandering
in the wilderness
Lost and alone
Without answers
Feasting on bitterness
How did I get here?
I am still uncertain
It was not explained
Never a factor 
It was a course to take 
As if it were ordained
I spun a cocoon 
Until it formed
a charming chrysalis
I lay dormant, thinking
For the longest time
Sure nothing was amiss
Metamorphosis complete
I am now as free
as a butterfly, rosy pink
Reborn and renewed
Internal knowledge 
was missing link
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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Space to Breathe

Space to Breathe

Weary as your scapegoat
I search for a sanctuary
Needing solace to heal
my thoughts, now fragmentary
A place where I may weep
with no fear of scorn
Having lost self-respect
and for that I mourn
Stillness and peace
comfort me here
Being lost in the stillness
not missing the fear
My thoughts uninterrupted
bringing needed serenity
Finding myself again
after losing identity
A small haven
where no one goes
My heart can regenerate
its love, as tension slows
Meditation brings relief
as I look back at my soul
I can see clearly now
Once again, I am whole
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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