I want you to take your mind to your favorite place or room and put your most comfortable piece of furniture in there so you can sit down if you wish. Now, put yourself at your favorite age. Then, pick the one “thing” on earth that gave you so much pleasure that you were happy! Write a poem about this place, time and thing. And why you are happy?
Sunday, April 28, 2019
Favorite Place and Time
This week's prompt is from Linda:
I want you to take your mind to your favorite place or room and put your most comfortable piece of furniture in there so you can sit down if you wish. Now, put yourself at your favorite age. Then, pick the one “thing” on earth that gave you so much pleasure that you were happy! Write a poem about this place, time and thing. And why you are happy?
I want you to take your mind to your favorite place or room and put your most comfortable piece of furniture in there so you can sit down if you wish. Now, put yourself at your favorite age. Then, pick the one “thing” on earth that gave you so much pleasure that you were happy! Write a poem about this place, time and thing. And why you are happy?
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RIGHT PLACE WRONG TIME
ReplyDelete" it was just that the time was wrong " - romeo and juliet - dire straits.
my dream girl
right place
wrong time
i had no money
to spend on my honey bunny
we commited many a crime
with a cheeky smile on her face
when dancing, she always gave a twirl
now i have money
but no sweet honey
every day was an adventure with her
never knew at the end
whether i would be arrested
end up in a fight
or, we'd have sex all night
she was more like a sharpened spur
than a friend
my patience she sorely tested
but what a time....what a time to be bested.
I don't see how this fits the prompt. you didn't pick a place or a comfy piece of furniture or anything to fit the prompt. just took an opportunity to write about your whore again. yay for you. maybe someone else will see what I am missing.
Deleteit's about my favourite time was when she was being a good girl and my favourite place was in her bed. we didn't have any furniture, except a bed. we didn't need any. the point is, if i had the money then, that i have now, we'd still be together in my favourite place and time - love paul.
Deletenope still doesn't work. tired of hearing all this crap about someone you paid for sex and have in your strange mind turned her into some .. I don't know what. do a real poem now.
Deletenot even sure i have a favourite place and time bonita. it's all just been muddling through, from one day to the next. sitting with jessica in the sun, but you can't get a whole poem out of that - paul.
DeleteThe waves move like soft clouds
ReplyDeletebreak gently on the shore as
seagulls fly in circles fishing
for food. Scavengers of left
overs from workers lunches.
A rock serves as my chair
tablet and pen in hand I write.
My poems flow as the wind whispers
salt water blows across my face
I feel alive! The 70's were full
of adventure and life as were
my poems of the time.
The Bayfront served as my workshop
with it's colorful views of old
railroad tracks where bums hung out
connected at the shore by yachts
owned by the rich and famous.
A conundrum of differences
that drew me to this spot
whenever I needed peace and solace.
70's is my favourite decade. i had a big rock i would sit on, on the beach, when the tide was out. i'd look out to sea and eat raw seaweed....a little salty ha ha - love paul.
DeleteThere were so many times and places I wanted to write about. The peninsula was on the list. I love the imagery in this one.
DeleteFAVORITE PLACE AND TIME
ReplyDeleteCountry kid
thirteen and all I knew
of New York City
was taking the
Trailways bus
my mother put me on
in Kingston and it
went to Times Square
the Dixie
Hotel Bus Terminal
then the BMT
subway went to
Prospect Park
I recognized the stop
it was in Brooklyn
when you got off
the subway
the rest was just walking
and it was easy
you could see it
Ebbets Field
and everyone there was
going the same way
double header
sunny day
this made me smile. what a wonderful memory.
Deletesounds like a fine day. reminded me of the first time i went to see liverpool play at anfield stadium. they won every match i attended. i was like a lucky talisman - paul.
DeleteLovely story. Mine is about non-helicopter life too, though yours is much more exciting than mine. I saw you posted it on FB too. Cool.
DeleteA boy's dream, so nice to share
DeleteSUMMER SATURDAYS
ReplyDeleteOdors of old books
fill my nostrils
when summer Saturdays
fill my mind,
Alone on the bus
I rode downtown
to 10th and State, four blocks
from Perry
Square, where library
steps seemed miles high.
Old wood, now I recall
that smell too.
The librarian,
high above me,
imperial behind
oaken desk.
I'd turn right then right,
the children's room,
where, like Francie Nolan
in Brooklyn,
I read all the books
by age thirteen,
old enough, allowed to
explore depths
of the stacks behind
librarians,
climb wrought iron spiral
stairs that led
to Dewey numbers
I could not fathom,
had to explore.
love this one! brought back so many memories. wonderful imagery.
DeleteInteesing, and mysterious, sounds like you!
DeleteA journey into unknown depths, reached by climbing up a spiral staircase into mystery. This works on so many levels.
ReplyDeleteexcellent victoria. reminded me off an old, old book shop that used to exist. called " the durham book shop " i'd miss school and help the owner catalogue and alphabetise the massive heaps of books and she'd give me a big bag of books for free - love paul.
ReplyDeleteCONQUERED
ReplyDeletethe time. nine years ago
in my old garden is the place
playing with my dog
and many a frog
of my dog and frog pond
i was very fond
birds would sit in a row
to stuff seeds in to their face
in utter silence
i achieved the balance
ok. bonita. best i can do writing about one moment in time.
this is what I expected the first time. lovely memories of a wonderful time.
Deletethanks bonita. having a fun day today. getting more fun later - love paul.
DeleteExcellent!!!!!!!!!!! love it!!! Good job indeed.
Deletei try tash. thanks very much - love paul.
DeleteI hope to share soon, difficult to choose. Thanks for the sweet reminiscences, inspired prompt! Thanks Linda.
ReplyDeleteA Film Clip from my Childhood
ReplyDeleteMy parents in their separate beds, and I
cuddled up with one—usually my dad,
Mom not being much for cuddling.
The radio between their twin beds on,
the voices of the program telling stories
and I eagerly listening, feeling
quite grown up and special.
I am eight or nine, the others were in bed
but I was listening to a program in
my parents room on their lamp radio, with
the tall white oval body and white shade
and the radio dial at the bottom,
also white. How magical it was,
I feeling so loved, so cherished.
nice one tash. my parents weren't much on cuddling. so i'd cuddle up to the radio.....i still do - love paul.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Paul, I am happy at least one person read my little poem. Hugs.
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