Hippie Harbour – In the Dark 16

Just a thing about a thing and some other things which ends badly…

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Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead.  I did them all in December but was less successful in January.  Let’s see how we do in February shall we.

You can see the prompts here.


 

Theres a place made for folk of a kind

Who are carefree and pleasant you’ll find

But they don’t like to bath

And are quite fond of hash

And all substance to alter the mind

 

But…

 

All is not quite as it may appear

and possessed both of rage and of fear

their minds twisted and torn

by a pathogen born

in the weed and their lovely brewed beer

 

So…

 

Late at night when they ought to be humping

through their veins a dark need is fast pumping

and their hearts turned quite black

and they frenzied attack

driven wild on their neighbours they’re jumping

 

then…

 

and they rip and they tear quite asunder

and they feast on red flesh neath the thunder

and the lightning above

for they now only love

to devour, feast and bath in death’s wonder

 

now…

 

So the moral it seems is beware

if you travel there then just take care

Hippie harbour you’ll see

here the love isn’t free

there’s a cost you might pay, should you dare

 

Intense attraction – In the Dark 14

Today a haiku. True story.

Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead.  I did them all in December but was less successful in January.  Let’s see how we do in February shall we.

You can see the prompts here.


 

 

The flush of teen love

Holding hands for the first time

trouser explosion

Dedicated to Denial – In the Dark 15

So bad I bet you cannot even read it . You’ll see…

Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead.  I did them all in December but was less successful in January.  Let’s see how we do in February shall we.

You can see the prompts here.


 

He does not want what he wants to not want

though he cannot agree more or less

but he did not not know what it was that was said

Though sometimes he was wont to forget

 

Now he did not not never know or think not at all

And he’d never ever never do what was said

and he knew not what he did not ever not ask

that’s as much as he knew now she’s dead

Ravishing Peril – In the Dark 12

A bit like another I did to be honest…

Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead.  I did them all in December but was less successful in January.  Let’s see how we do in February shall we.

You can see the prompts here.


Ravenous appetite

Sweaty brow and trousers tight

No control, stalks the night

In search of victims new

 

Throbbing urge rancid needs

Red raw mouth darkness leads

On shimmer bright his hunger feeds

His bile and hate and spew

 

Neath the stars, cold inky black

He surrenders, can’t turn back

Hear flesh tear and feel bones crack

And he’s refreshed anew

 

Sumptuous and Sweet – In the Dark 11

Just words thrown together willy nilly

Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead.  I did them all in December but was less successful in January.  Let’s see how we do in February shall we.

You can see the prompts here.


Chocolates, sweet and silky on her lips

Reclined and pampered her every whim his wish

Tempted, dark and intense he feeds her desires

Lusting and hungry, deadly and delicious each and every dish

 

And time after time, her palette he teases

Skilled and cunning he caters, her appetites he knows

so with fake smiles and malice each mouthful he ensnares

Curves and comely come here hips slowly grow

 

Slowly time passes, senses dulled and sugar seeped she lies

Gorged and pink and perfectly sickly sweet

He draws the blinds, unsheathes cold steel

And dines, his long prepared and gorgeous bridal pickled treat

Bloodthirsty and Blazing- In the Dark 10

Just words thrown together willy nilly

Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead.  I did them all in December but was less successful in January.  Let’s see how we do in February shall we.  This was an odd piece for me, a kind of stream on consciousness.  I was sat on a really boring conference call about BIG DATA and just started typing words and this is what came out.  It is not really anything to me and has little meaning and is really just a series of ideas and images thrown together like a big bowl of wordy vomit.

You can see the prompts here.


She rages, face twisted screaming into the wind

Her words drowned out by the crashing shore

Soaked through with the spray of the ocean’s wrath

 

Fists clenched her heart black like the swirling skies above

She curses his name and dies once more at the memories

Eyes wide, nostrils flared bloody teeth flashed in defiance to the raging storm

 

As winds rip and tear, hands raised  to the heavens she bellows, gut spilling over

Her tears mixed with the dark waters swirling around her feet

Her mouth filled with vile truths and swallowed words long unspoken

 

And with her last utterance, winds drop and bow to her rage

Tides calm and retreat, subdued and obedient

She dies a final time and in golden robes rests in light

Vermicious knids

Thoughts on things which I am completely unqualified to comment upon.

Let’s do another month of M’s prompts shall we…this one is in response to the Weaving Words prompt.


I was never a political creature you know and, whilst this may surprise you, I am still not.  Yes I will admit to being somewhat obsessed with writing about the Donald but that is simply because I find him a quite repulsive creature and worthy of derision and mockery because of who he is and the quite terrible things I believe him to have done.

Ever since the ascendancy of his star I have found myself more and more interested in the politics of America and if I am not careful I shall soon find that I make a liar of myself when it comes to whether I am, in fact, politically inclined.

The thing is though, I am English,  so it matters very little where my persuasions lie.  Curiously I find  to myself far less inclined to care one jot about our very own Brexit shit storm and instead find myself compelled to understand more about just what the devil is going on across the pond.

Anyway, I have researched the basis of the political parties, delved into their history and attempted to understand as much as I can about them whilst reading as much as I could about just what is going on.  I am not an over complex sort though, and find myself already making some very basic assumptions about American politics, politicians and sometimes it’s people based on very little information and the behaviour of the people who represent the parties.

It remains a work in progress, and whilst I am quite certain that I would be blue and not red where it a choice I needed to make there is something else of which I am more and more certain the more I learn.  The GOP are such vicious beastly and quite ferocious creatures by all accounts that even they would make the vermicious knid seem tame by comparison.  I am not sure about all of it’s members obviously, but those in positions of power that I have been looking at have left me rather shocked.

I will keep working on it, and happy to have my mind changed but I think it will be quite some stretch given what I have seen. This is not to say the other lot are a whole lot better, I am sure they are equally abhorrent if you look closely enough.

Anyway, I know I am not at all qualified to comment on such things and it is rather ignorant of me to do so but I will nonetheless.  Now I will shut up.

Goodnight x and get back to writing that limerick about the chap who likes his bottom fiddling with.

Michael

P.S. It’s funny you know, when I sat down I honesty intended to write a poem about a boy who fought the knids.  Oh well…

Love – FFFAW Challenge

You’d think we could be nice to each other wouldn’t you…

“Where are we going uncle?” Eleanor asked as she was swept slowly along with the crowd.

“To the memorial service” uncle answered not looking up.

“Why?” She asked holding up her sign just like the other excited children.

“Because you’re a good girl”

“Am I?” She asked.

“Yes you are” Uncle replied. “That’s why I bought you the backpack” he continued, his hand on her shoulder steering her through the crowd.  “That is a very pretty sign Eleanor, did you do it all by yourself?” he asked.

“Mummy helped me make it” she said quite proud.  She didn’t see Uncle very often since he moved away but he always bought her gifts when he visited.

He took her hand and lead her through the masses.  There were so many people, more than she had ever seen before.

“I can’t see” she said jumping up and down, her view blocked by a tall man carrying a candle.

Uncle reached down, his hand snaked into her back pack.  Leaning forward he whispered in her ear.

“Goodbye Eleanor.”


photo courtesy of Elaine Farrington Johnson

I feel rather tired of people being complete arse holes to other lately…

 

 

 

An open letter from the killer clown community

In a world where diversity across society is ever increasingly celebrated there remain places where prejudice and hatred still run free.

This is a bit of a stream of conscious Saturday effort, which requires me to simply (with minimal editing) write.  This one went much better than last week and is pretty much unedited.  I would have liked to redo it as I like the idea but it is what it is.

Details can be found here if you fancy having a go:

https://lindaghill.com/2017/07/07/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-817/


Dear world

In a world where diversity across society is ever increasingly celebrated there remain places where prejudice and hatred still run free.  For every minority welcomed into inclusive arms there are those who day to day must face the very real darkness that lies in the hearts of men.  It is on behalf of one of those most marginalised segments of modern society that I write.

While the LGBTQ population blaze a glittering trail and celebrate their diversity and individuality we are forced to remain hidden under your beds, our history and heritage now long forgotten and all that remains of the joy we once brought is fear.

You have forgotten us, and more than that you have allowed our memory to be twisted until all that remains are your own inner fears and inhibitions which you project onto us.

In sports and entertainment those that are differently able are now held aloft as a symbol of our more progressive ways yet we must hide our difference and we are forced to lurk in the dark recesses of your closets for fear of discovery.

We deserve better for once we were the better part of you, we ewre your joy and your escape and your light in the darkness.  Now, I fear we have become your darkness and we must now arm ourselves to protect all that remains of our once proud people.

My heart’s desire is that once again you will embrace us and allow us to help you regain your innocence.  We are tired of living in the sewers and the garden sheds.  We wish to be released from the shackles of your childhood nightmares and to again bring joy to the faces of small children.

We ask of you to no longer exclude us but to open your arms and embrace our kind, free us from our solitary existence be ask for we are born of you and and deserve better.

Yours Sincerely

Killer Clowns


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