The Amorous Indies – Baroque to Hip Hop
If none of these takes your fancy, there are hundreds to discover. The more you look the more you will find.
The Amorous Indies – Baroque to Hip Hop
If none of these takes your fancy, there are hundreds to discover. The more you look the more you will find.
This is in response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #430, where the given word is UMBRELLA, and the word count is 34.
I didn’t post this at the time of the prompt because I wasn’t happy with it; It wasn’t quite right, but after a little push from Sammi, I thought that most things in my blog are not quite right, so here it is!
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Under the gamp
Marry me do
Become Mrs Stamp
Really, it’s true
Easy to say
Love lasts forever
Linda says NAY
Annie says NEVER
I wish I could write poetry like this, and I do really think that a Scots accent surpasses most when it comes to reading aloud! Check out Miss Punny Pennie for more!
Bridget, The Happy Quittter posted this poem by Pádraig Ó Tuama today and I think it is utterly beautiful. See what you think!
That you were born
and you will die.
That you will sometimes love enough
and sometimes not.
That you will lie
if only to yourself.
That you will get tired.
That you will learn most from the situations
you did not choose.
That there will be some things that move you
more than you can say.
That you will live
that you must be loved.
That you will avoid questions most urgently in need of
your attention.
That you began as the fusion of a sperm and an egg
of two people who once were strangers
and may well still be.
That life isn’t fair.
That life is sometimes good
and sometimes even better than good.
That life is often not so good.
That life is real
and if you can survive it, well,
survive it well
with love
and art
and meaning given
where meaning’s scarce.
That you will learn to live with regret.
That you will learn to live with respect.
That the structures that constrict you
may not be permanently constricting.
That you will probably be okay.
That you must accept change
before you die
but you will die anyway.
So you might as well live
and you might as well love.
You might as well love.
You might as well love.
Written by Pádraig Ó Tuama
A lot of what I write on WordPress is not available for general viewing as it is in the form of comments.
I have, for some time, kept a record of comments that I thought may be useful to share in future. Points of view, random musings, some serious, others facile. I have always thought it may be a useful source, and of interest to a wider audience.
I’ve been very quiet of late, for various reasons, but have always kept up my reading of, and commenting on, those blogs that I follow.
A comment today is, I think, rather important. The post, one of a daily output from Carolyn at catsincambridge, prompted me to comment:
“Your posts always remind me of the fact that I, too, have been lucky in life to receive more than my share of good things. One of these is the fact that I have shared the last 50 years of my life married to a very good woman who has put up with my many foibles, has followed me round the world during my army career, has given me a wonderful daughter and, together, we have built a wonderful home just as we dreamed. Today is our anniversary.”
Thank you to my wonderful wife, Erica.

“Live a good life.
If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by.
If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them.
If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.”
― Marcus Aurelius
Over on GC and Sue W’s Weekly Prompts site, the Wednesday Challenge is the word Sunset. I don’t often take part in this challenge but I knew immediately what had to be entered for this one as tomorrow is the 80th anniversary of the Normandy Landings on 6 June 1944.
“Sunset”, also known as the “Retreat Call”, is a bugle call played in United Kingdom and British Commonwealth countries to signal the end of the official military day.
This is in response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #347 where the given word is NOTE, and the word count is 72.
Not a thing will stop me yearning,
Once I start I cannot cease.
This new year may see me learning,
Ending stress to bring me peace.
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Never have I known such sorrow.
Over time it seemed to grow.
This new year begins tomorrow,
Ending when? I do not know!
§
Now’s the time to seize my chances,
Only love will show me how
This new year that love enhances
Every day, starting now!
§
There’s a café down the hill where I do my wistful dreaming, leaning on the window-sill hypnotised and often scheming. I would fain go there each day plotting deeds of derring-do, and it’s fairly safe to say that the dream is always you! § We were lovers for a while and we planned a life of bliss. We walked for many a mile when we’d cuddle and we’d kiss. But life can be unfair and you had to go away. Your loss was hard to bear, and I love you still today!
This was prompted when I read Tom Alexander’s Afternoon Café and I have shamelessly copied some of his words. You may wish to have a look at his poem, and others, that I’m sure you’ll enjoy, on his site at The Lighthouse. Please do leave a comment on Tom’s original.
Johnny Cash February 26 1932 – September 12 2003
Today is 20 years since Johnny Cash died.
He was one of the best-selling music artists of all time, having sold more than 90 million records worldwide. His genre-spanning music embraced country, rock and roll, rockabilly, blues, folk, and gospel sounds. This crossover appeal earned him the rare honour of being inducted into the Country Music, Rock and Roll, and Gospel Music Halls of Fame. His music career was dramatized in the 2005 biopic Walk the Line, in which Cash was portrayed by American film actor Joaquin Phoenix.
One of his most notable covers was “Hurt” originally by Nine Inch Nails
Nine Inch Nails’s Trent Reznor wrote this song about a younger man whose life was spiralling out of control. However, Johnny Cash’s cover of “Hurt” was said to shine a new light, and new honesty on the song – and it has been known to reduce some to tears. His version tells the story of an old man reflecting on his life. The old man looks back with painful remorse but knows nothing can be changed about it. The final closing of the piano lid is believed to signify Johnny’s acceptance of the close of his career and of his life.
Much has been written about this performance and it is considered, by many, to be the best cover version of any song ever made.
This was recorded in 2002. Johnny’s wife, June, died three months after the video was shot. Less than four months later Johnny followed her.
If you wish to be reminded of their love, and work together, here is Johnny, with his wife, June Carter Cash, singing Jackson:
It started when I gave up smoking and went from there!
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