The Glider.

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Silence, gliding through the air.

Wings outstretched, not really there,

Thermals take me up and up

High into the atmosphere.

Soaring to heights where the air is thin

Tweaking aileron, tinkering fin.

Lost in a sky of azure blue,

I wish that you could be here too

To see the sights that I can see

Up in my glider, you, and me.

To see the fields a patchwork brown

With tiny people in a tiny town.

And then descending, down we glide

Like tiny children on a slide

We giggle, we chortle, we laugh with joy.

Back to the ground with the hobbledehoy.

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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Soaring – July 22, 2021 – Eugi’s Causerie (amanpan.com)

Writing scenes ahead of time…Seeing the future!

Another interesting article I thought worth a share.

Have you ever worked on a story, then all of a sudden you have an idea for something that will happen several chapters ahead? As I’ve said before, I always know the ending of my stories. Although sometimes it changes slightly, but it stays in the same ballpark. I’ve written several scenes ahead on my […]

Writing scenes ahead of time…Seeing the future!

What Is “Bad” Writing?

I saw this article and it resonated well with me……

Today on Twitter, someone called out an author for his “bad writing” and, as an author of many years with five published novels, I began to wonder what that term meant.  Was the story not logical or appealing or was it more a grammatical problem?  The tweeter stated that had the story been properly edited, […]

What Is “Bad” Writing?

Happiness.

Happiness is not on the face of a clown,

They always have a permanent frown.

Happiness is something you just have inside.

But in people I know, it knows how to hide.

So, give us a smile, no, give us a grin,

Showing you’re happy, is not yet a sin,

Big hearty laughs, so your wobbly bits wobble.

Laughing out loud so it makes the mind boggle.

Like sand in your toes and the wind in your hair.

Joy to the world like you’ve laughter to share.

Pleasure, delight, big thrills, and elation.

Let’s spread it like marmite across our great nation.

So, love it or loathe it, let’s spread it around.

Let happiness, joy, and laughter abound.

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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Happiness – June 24, 2021 – Eugi’s Causerie (amanpan.com)

A Celebration of the Confusion of Adolescence.

22nd June 2021

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Let’s celebrate the celibate, those who have not cherished,

Or lived, or lain in sinful pose, or loved before they perished?

Remember those who cannot love, because great pain it causes,

Who hesitate at every touch with long and stiffened pauses.

Forget not those who live to love and love to live enraptured,

Whose very breath, and every thought, through each desire is captured.

Who’s bodies quiver at every touch, perspire at every thought.

Even though they think it’s wrong and shameful if they’re caught.

Let us not dwell too long on this, of lust and things impure.

Instead, consider purity, and how we shall endure.

The former things of which we spoke, put them behind us now,

For growing up is difficult, but we’ll get through somehow.

As adolescence dawns, hair in armpits, face and places,

We fancy boys, we fancy girls, and our voices change to basses.

But we’ll get through, we always do, without every asking mother.

Just take it all in hand you see, just like every other.

©Joseph R Mason 2021

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Mingling

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I really love to party, to drink, to dance, have fun,

It’s the people I cant tolerate, all things said and done.

They always want to teach you, to do your thing their way.

They always think they’re better, and they’re not afraid to say.

My daddy is a banker, they have the first letter wrong,

My father’s in the army, do you want to see his gong?

It’s then I’m at a loss for words, I don’t know what to utter,

And when I do, it comes out wrong and I begin to stutter.

Well, my old man’s a dustman, I only say it to be funny.

Which makes me appear less to you, cos he hasn’t any money.

My mother though, she knows the law, she’s a barrister.

But actually, she makes the coffee, as a Starbucks barista.

So, in this world, this snobbish hell, where money does the talking.

I go to all the posh old do’s, to do a bit of stalking.

They’ve got degrees in useless stuff, things that aren’t too smart.

Philosophy and media, or history of art,

But what these toffs, they do not know, the thing that defines me,

I studied medicine and psychiatry, got me a PhD.

For all their airs and graces and looking down their nose.

I’m not quite the underdog, not like they would suppose.

So, I mingle as I party, whilst taking careful notes,

And later, when they’re on my couch, relate their anecdotes.

©Joseph R Mason

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Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt – Mingle – May 27, 2021 – Eugi’s Causerie (amanpan.com)

Magic – A Nonet Poem.

Nonet:
A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc… until line nine finishes with one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.

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Magic hung in the air that dark night,

To spill out over the night sky.

Rummaging in crevasses,

Wait for someone to die.

To raise them up again.

That they might not lie

In cold slumber.

Immortal?

Or die

Twice?

©Joseph R Mason 2021

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Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt – Magic – May 20, 2021 – Eugi’s Causerie (amanpan.com)