Jim Adams is the music-loving aficionado host of Song Lyric Sunday. Jim says: This week we have the accumulation related prompts of Acquire/Collect/Gather/Secure and hopefully this will fit for everyone. Here are the “rules”: • Post the lyrics to the song of your choice, whether it fits the theme or not. If it does not…
FDDA 1 — trip — Upper Peninsula of MI
My youngest son spent four years at university in the Upper Peninsula. There are many memories of trips to and from there, so it’s difficult to choose just one, so instead this post will be a few highlights. On the trip where he first went up, we rented a panel van. It was his friend’s/roommate’s…
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #146 — As the pieces fly on angels’ wings and dVerse OLN
As the pieces fly Colors fill the sky Cubists like Georges Braque Paint their worlds with gaps Filled in with synapse Rainbow ports; keyless locks As the stanzas flow Colored images grow Poets paint with words that sing Meaning caught ‘twixt lines Like found grapes ‘twixt vines Feeling rise on angel’s wings …
Novelty Song Friday #20, “Don’t Bogart Me,” by The Fraternity of Man
Continuing on with the marijuana theme I started last week with The Friday song, just by chance, mind you, here’s another laid back tune. per wikipedia: The Fraternity of Man was an American blues rock and psychedelic rock group from the 1960s. They are most famous for their 1968 song “Don’t Bogart Me,” which was…
dVerse — meet the bar — Late Summer in West Michigan
kingfishers eat well as ponds shrink and minnows swarm — cicada’s sing duckweed and lotus leaf blankets bob in the wind — turtles sun on logs wrens eat water oats growing amongst late lilies – ants climb sturdy stalks sunset colors leave moonrise against silhouettes – river frog kerplops morning…
Thursday Inspiration 67 — Grandmother’s Gift
From the time she was a toddler following her grandmother down the rows of raised beds of strawberries she knew she wanted to grow things like her. Her chubby hands reached for the bright red berries, and she giggled as the red juice ran down her face and sundress. She looked up and saw grandmother’s…
“Tis I, Marie” by Lisa Fox. — Lucy’s Works
My poem was featured at Lucy’s Works’ blog today. I’m quite proud of this poem! “Tis I, Marie, you come to seeYou there so prim on marble benchWhat brings you here week after weekI’m now a charred and crumbling wretch You heard the tales and need adviceIn one of many hundred waysI’ve seen your…
