Today at RDP, drkottaway asks us
to get creative with the word ‘turn’.
Thanks, Doc! Here’s my take.
Tag: Change
In Autumn
Written for Esther’s Writing Prompts #86
incorporating the word “shade”.
Here’s where the prompt led me.
Imagine: Thursday Inspiration
Written for Thursday Inspiration #301 –
“Waiting On The World To Change”.
Here’s my inspirational response.
Autumn’s Treasure
Written for Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts
Colour Challenge, using the word ‘orange’.
Here’s were the prompt took me.
Cloud Nine
Written for Cinquain Poetry Prompt #18.
Our inspiration word is “think”. I have
written a Mirror Cinquain, a 10-line,
single stanza poem with a syllable pattern
of 2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 2 – 2 – 8 – 6 – 4 – 2.
Autumn Breeze
Written for Gerry & Sue’s Weekly Prompts
Weekend Challenge, using the word ‘shimmering’.
Here’s were the prompt word took me.
Transformation
Written for Only Murders In My Mind
Weekly Writing Prompt #74 and the
photo prompt shown below.
Here’s where the image took me.
March, the Mad Scientist
This week at Glyn Wilton’s Mixed Music Bag,
he’s asking us to write about a song in which
the title or a line mentions the current month.
Here’s my featured March artists and their song.
February Sky
This week at Glyn Wilton’s Mixed Music Bag,
where we’re asked to write about a song in which
the title or a line mentions the current month.
Here’s my featured February artist and his song.
Holding Out Til Spring
Shweta is our host for the Saturday Six Word Challenge – #113.
This week’s prompt word is “resilience”. Here is my 6 word story.
Noble Spirit
Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #370,
incorporating the word ‘pirate’ in a story of exactly 74 words.
Also for Thursday Inspiration #234 – ‘No Matter What/Nothing’,
What Do You See #242 (#WDYS) and Weekly Prompts –
The One-Day Prompt (3). Here is my story in exactly 74 words.
The fiery battle raged for days; in the end Evalyn, the Pirate Goddess, was victorious … but at what cost?
While fighting on deck, there was a sudden cannon retort followed by grapeshot finding its mark … Evalyn’s beautiful face. Her eyes were spared but she was disfigured.
That one day changed Evalyn into a stronger woman. For her, nothing else mattered.
Fashioning a mask of solid gold, she became Evalyn, the Noble Pirate.
NAR©2024
74 Words
This is “Nothing Else Matters” by Metallica
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DON’T BLINK
We all grow up. We age. It’s inevitable, a fact of life.
Over the past few months I’ve watched all my grandchildren blossom into bigger versions of their mini-selves. They are a beautiful batch, every single one of them.
But this kid, my second oldest grandchild. Lucan, age 11 going on 21. Ah, how I remember those early days with his Norman Rockwell all-American look. A little fuzzy towhead with bright blue eyes and a cute-as-can-be babyface.
Now his eyes are beguiling with crazy long eyelashes. His face is chiseled, full lips. And that pin-straight blonde hair with his own unique style. This kid’s a real looker, a charmer.
I just have one question: when did my grandson turn into Jonathan Rhys Meyers? 😎
NAR © 2022
GUEST POST: TWICE AS SLOW AS MOLASSES
TODAY I AM FEATURING A NEW GUEST ON MY SITE – ROBERT CAMPBELL. HIS POEM IS ONE OF THOSE PIECES THAT REACHES INTO YOUR CHEST, GRABS ONTO YOUR HEART AND WON’T LET GO. IT PIERCES THE SOUL AND WRIGGLES INTO THE BRAIN TO MAKE YOU FEEL AND THINK AND PRAY FOR CHANGE. THIS POWERFUL HOMAGE TO ALL WOMEN EVERYWHERE IS APPROPRIATE AND NECESSARY EVERY DAY, PARTICULARLY NOW AS WE CELEBRATE MOTHER’S DAY. THANK YOU, ROBERT, FOR ACKNOWLEDGING THE PLIGHT OF WOMEN AROUND THE WORLD. IT’S AN HONOR TO SHARE MY SPACE WITH YOU.
AND THE MUSE CAME AGAIN AND SAID,
“Bard, Mother’s Day is this Sunday. It
should make us ponder how our mothers
lived and died to determine if our society
should look for ways for it to improve in
regard to their welfare from the cradle to
the grave, improvements in areas such
as education, gender equality, and health care.”
AND THE BARD REPLIED,
“It would be wonderful if we would all so
ponder and make vast improvements.”
How Can You Call Yourself a Woman
***Oh Yes***
For to truly be a woman,
Is to get your joy from serving others,
And to be a beast of burden,
To your husbands, fathers, and brothers.
But, it all really comes down to,
Just kissing a lot a asses,
And watching your life go by,
Twice as slow as molasses.
***Yes***
How can you call yourself a woman,
If you weren’t molested when you were young,
And you haven’t been told by everyone,
That you are ugly, boring, fat, and dumb.
How can you call yourself a woman,
If you’ve never been asked to be nice,
Or reminded to keep your nose clean,
And not have to be told anything twice.
How can you call yourself a woman,
If you’ve never been taught how to cook,
To get up at four in the morning,
And be pretty for all who want to look.
How can you call yourself a woman
If you have never been told a lie,
And how you must learn to live with it,
To suck it up, and never ever cry.
***Oh Yes***
For to truly be a woman,
Is to get your joy from serving others,
And to be a beast of burden,
To your husbands, fathers, and brothers.
But, it all really comes down to,
Just kissing a lot a asses,
And watching your life go by,
Twice as slow as molasses.
***Yes***
How can you call yourself a woman,
If you were not raped on your first date;
And then hear all others blame you for it,
And say, “Some bring about their own fate.”
How can you call yourself a woman,
If you weren’t screwed on your wedding day,
And then got to find out soon thereafter,
You were forever in a family way.
How can you call yourself a woman,
If you have never done no child care,
If you have never scrubbed a dirty neck,
Or gotten crap out of soiled underwear.
How can you call yourself a woman,
If you’ve never been told a million lies:
Or if you’ve never had to believe them,
Or in a bunch of feeble alibis.
***Oh Yes***
For to truly be a woman,
Is to get your joy from serving others,
And to be a beast of burden,
To your husbands, fathers, and brothers.
But, it all really comes down to,
Just kissing a lot a asses,
And watching your life go by,
Twice as slow as molasses.
***Yes***
How can you call yourself a woman,
If you’ve never gone to Sunday School,
And had to hear all of the Brothers say,
“Be like us and practice the Golden Rule.”
How can you call yourself a woman,
If you’ve never forgiven everyone,
For each of their cruel and hateful acts,
And for everything else they have done.
How can you call yourself a woman,
If you’ve never had a dreadful disease,
And never gotten help from anyone,
Unless you begged for it on bended knees.
How can you call yourself a woman,
If you have never died all alone,
And have felt oh so grateful for it,
And had “At Rest” etched on your tombstone.
***Oh Yes***
For to truly be a woman,
Is to get your joy from serving others,
And to be a beast of burden,
To your husbands, fathers, and brothers.
But, it all really comes down to,
Just kissing a lot a asses,
And watching your life go by,
Twice as slow as molasses.
Copyright 2016 The Bard & Mrs. Bard R. Campbell
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