Wordle #24 - Poltergeist the Band

The band I formed in 1976 was called Poltergeist.

Some said we stank as a band but we had a lot of fun.

Mephitic music some called it.

The ivories twinkled

Moments of static, to keep you guessing

Inimical times for audiences just didn’t get us

When our lives were at risk

Our bones in danger of serious fractures

As we stood on the threshold of greatness

Our futures hanging in the balance

But on the fifth day, disaster

Alarm bells, vapours rising

Our lives did literally become static.

Now in my senescent days

I reflect on what might have been.

At times I do have mephitic moments

Nightmares of an inimical nature

But I hold those times close to me.

Poltergeist still screams to me

 As I swim in night vapours.

Written for: http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/09/01/week-24/

Magpie Tales - Sunday, August 31, 2014 – Great Catch - Mag 235

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Image: Dark Harbor, 1943, N. C. Wyeth 

A bounty to surpass all others

Surprised myself

Alf amazed at our haul.

The seagulls hysterical.

It comes with pleasant consequences

New clothes for the kids

A new hat for the wife

A full pantry

Home life contentment.

Makes up for the days of minimal catch

Barely enough to feed us

Nothing to sell

Desperate times

Hunger a way of life.

Now in the immediate,

More settled times.

Though after todays elation

Tomorrow it all begins again

Nets out

Hopes high

Dreams a plenty

Seagulls just as frenzied.

Written for: http://magpietales.blogspot.co.uk/2014/08/mag-235.htm

Magpie Tales Sunday, August 24, 2014 – Face

                                                           Starry Night by Alex Ruiz

Illuminesence

Constellations

Silhouettes

Where to begin he thought.

Took hours to get here

The sky is brilliant

Dare I capture it all?

Can I do that?

Right now I am overcome

Magnificence and grief

Such strange bed fellows.

I wonder what goes on out there

In their day to day?

My candle is burning down

Paint at the ready

I’ll engross myself in this

See where it takes me.

That crescent moon

Reminds me of a love I lost

A spark was all there was

No time for nurturing.

Consumption.

Sorrow.

All a matter of what if.

Her face is what I see

Even now staring into these heavens

It’s her image

Glittering among the stars

I see it now

As I take up my brush.

Written for: http://magpietales.blogspot.co.uk/2014/08/mag-234.html