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Battle of the Bands

“…And…we’re back! Welcome to the 13th Annual Greater Suburbia Battle of the Bands! I’m your host, Martin Blaylock, WXRK, and I’m joined this afternoon by critic extraordinaire, Louis Axlerod, from Music Today Magazine. Tell me Louis, what do you think of this year’s battle line-up?”

“Thanks Martin. I’ll tell you, this is the first year we’re seeing all-original tunes. It raised the bar, I think, when we added that requirement to the mix.”

“I’ll say! This is one creative bunch!”

“Right. I caught a few of them at rehearsal. We’re in for a show tonight!”

“If you had to pick a favorite going in?”

“No question, I’m impressed by Abstract Evil Barbie and their track, “Ken You Hear me”. Those girls can rock! But they’ll have some fierce competition from the Squirrel Nut Zippers. They’re bringing a rap mash-up to the table in “Ball n Chains” that’s sure to raise the roof! And we can’t rule out newcomers GoGo Penguins and their new tune, “Iced”.

“I’ve been following The Pineapples from the Dawn of Time since they first came on the scene. They’re upping the ante with “Sweet Zombie”. And I heard that Reign of Frogs got a new lead singer.”

“The Pineapples are a solid group. No question. I’m looking forward to hearing Brent Barlow with the Frogs. He’s a decent songwriter too. We’ll hear that first hand with his track, “Lily Popped”. And I wouldn’t count out LoudMouthKitten’s “Scratched”. Judd Lowell, their lead, is a powerhouse! But the sleeper this year is Bimbo Toolshed. They’re promising a show-stopping solo by drummer, Liz Rayne on vocals singing her new song, “Hammered”.”

“I don’t believe she’s ever taken the mike! And she writes too!?”

“Exactly. This year’s battle is epic! In a word, EPIC!”

“No doubt, Louis. no doubt! If you’re just joining us, I’m Martin Blaylock here with Louis Axlerod, hosting the 13th Annual Greater Suburbia Battle of the Bands! First to the stage from Craigstown, is Kissyfoot, with their tune “Toe Jam”, followed by Stop Calling Me Frank, “Who Am I?” and then, from Hell’s Kitchen, Devil with Cheese, blasting their latest tune, “Cut it”. Hold on to your knickers kids! You’re about to be blown away!”

~kat

For MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie Sunday writing Prompt prompted by this list of actual Band Names:

Squirrel Nut Zippers

GoGo Penguins

Abstract Evil Barbie

Bimbo Toolshed

The Pineapples from the Dawn of Time

Reign of Frogs

Devil with Cheese

Stop Calling Me Frank

Loudmouthkitten

Kissyfoot


The Sun and The Moon

The Sun and The Moon

brilliant as the sun you are / cool as the moon are you
drawing me into your orbit / moving me like the tides
singeing me with white-hot passion / salty swells pounding the strand
warm flush reducing me to ash / over the edge, swirling shards of bone
sweeping me into a smoky haze / foaming flecks of sticky wetness
though others find your face alluring / reflecting flecks of distant luster
your steadfast devotion / illuminating the darkness
greets me at dawn / filling my nights
dewy mist rising / with sweet dreams of eternity
brilliant as the sun by day / cool as the moon’s pale glow
love’s slow burn / consuming me

~kat

A Cleave Poem for this week’s Mind Love Miseries’ Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt Challenge inspired by Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet XVI (see below).

A cleave poem is three poems in one. Read the first column top to bottom, then the second top to bottom, and finally, read each line across top to bottom.

Sonnet XVI by Pablo Neruda

I love the handful of the earth you are.
Because of its meadows, vast as a planet,
I have no other star. You are my replica
of the multiplying universe
Your wide eyes, are the only light I know
from extinguished constellations;
your skin throbs like the streak
of a meteor through rain.
Your hips were that much of the moon for me;
your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;
your heart, fiery with its long red rays,
was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form, kissing
you – compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.


Mothers and Daughters

barely a woman, girl-child, mother
she gazes into her daughter’s eyes
soul deep pools of ebon wonder
rockabye, sweet dream, lullabies

toddling sprite, she lives to hold her
barely a woman, girl-child, mother
exploring together, all life’s treasures
fierce protector, prone to hover

years soon pass like fleeting seconds
tears of joy, consuming anguish
barely a woman, girl-child, mother
left to tend an empty nest

bittersweet, the blooming season
wings now flexed, she yearns to fly
some return, but others wander
barely a woman, girl-child, mother

~kat

A Quatern for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt based on the collage above and Sylvia Plath’s beautiful verse.


Fallen

For MindLoveMiserysMenagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt: to write a piece launched by this quote from Sherlock Holmes (the series):

Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don’t think for one second that I am one of them …..

Seventy times seven, blah, blah, blah. Have you ever done the math? I have. 490. That’s it. At this point I have more than fulfilled my quota of this mandate to forgive. Besides, I don’t see anyone standing in line to forgive me for existing. In fact, the hits keep coming, if you know what I mean. Here are a few gems from that hit list…

“Love the sinner, hate the sin…You know we love you. We just don’t agree with your lifestyle choices….You could change if you wanted to…You have an agenda…Stop flaunting your sexuality…It’s just a phase…You don’t deserve special rights…It’s because of you we have earthquakes, hurricanes, floods…the plague (I wish I was that powerful)…You’re an abomination…God hates you…You’re going to hell (kinda thought I was already there)…and my personal favorite; the one that rips through me like a hot poker through butter…I’m praying for you.

Please don’t. I’m trying to forgive you. I’m trying to not judge you. I’m trying to love you, but you make it so difficult.

Because there’s this too. “Love your enemies… If someone slaps you on one cheek, turn to them the other also. If someone takes your coat, do not withhold your shirt from them.” I fall short everyday. But that doesn’t mean I don’t keep trying; 490 times 490 times and counting.

One day I’ll get it right. In the meantime I am well aware of my flaws and weaknesses. I’m no angel…but neither are you.

And there I go again. Judging you for judging me. I guess that’s why we need practice at this forgiveness thing. I should have just said, “I’m no angel” and left it at that.

~kat


Reclaiming

Collage, ‘in other words’ by Charles Bukowski


i can’t breathe
second-hand hot air
billowing
tinged with booze
too close, you are much too close
i say i need space

i can’t hear
i stopped listening
to your lies
silly me
i once believed every word
when i was easy

i can’t feel
my heart stopped beating
oh, it pumps
i’m alive
if you can call this living
numbing existence

i can’t leave
i think you’d like that
me leaving
so i stay
resistance in reclaiming
myself in the void

~kat

A Shadorma for MindloveMisery’s Menagerie Sunday Challenge, this week, to explore the topic of: Adjust to the Space of Self, using the collage and poem by Bukowski as inspiration.

A Shadorma is a stanza or series of stanzas with the syllable count o 3/5/3/3/7/5 for a total of 26 syllables.


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