A Baby Book, The Four Of Us

Weekly Prompts– Photo Challenge – Timeworn I’ve found this baby book of my dad’s. The book is nearly 70 years old, given to my parents by my grandmother, my mothers mom, to celebrate the birth of my older brother, Danny

Above, bottom right, my parents with Danny. 1949.

Above, my dad’s log of Danny’s first 4 weeks.

Above, in the left frame, my grandmother, Elizabeth, with Danny, and on the right, my mom, Esther, with Danny.

Then came Ivor and my little brother, Lawrence.

And finally mom had a daughter that she always wanted, Myfanwy Glenys, and interestingly dad also logged the birth of Myfanwy’s daughter April.

Oh… This is a later attachment, have been feeling quite nostalgic since I posted this article, and I’m adding this lovely song, I hope you enjoy.

Quote #2, “Together We Can Help”

“Fellow Writers, We Have The Power, We Have A Voice, We Have A Pen, Collectively, We’re Able To Help, Help The Children Of The World, Stop Them Crying For Help.”

Together We Can Help

Let us all help

It’s Time

Time to have a say

Voice your feelings

Tell your stories

Use your pen

Speak from your soul

Talk about their little feet

Feel their mammas heartbeat

Give your all

Walk tall

We need to help

Children is my prompt

Lets do the stomp

It’s your call

One and all

Don’t let the children crawl

Save them before they fall

When Do They Play

For all the wrongfully incarcerated children around the world, what sort of humans have we become to allow such heart-wrenching home-wreaking, that will undoubtably cause permanent damage to the innocent children. “There can be no keener revelation of a society’s soul than the way in which it treat its children.” – Nelson Mandela.

When Do They Play

Our emotions are boiling on high

Lowly governments are hiding like spies

When do the children play

Where do their Moms and Dads stay

Why should we have to pray

This is not our humane way

Promised tomorrows should be theirs today

Please, when do the children play

https://youtu.be/7a4DCxAi020

When Do They Play

When Do They Play

Our emotions are boiling on high

Lowly governments are hiding like spies

When do the children play

Where do their Moms and Dads stay

Why should we have to pray

This is not our humane way

Promised tomorrows should be theirs today

Please, when do the children play

https://youtu.be/7a4DCxAi020

The Ship Song

There’s not a lot more I can say about this classic song, “The Ship Song”, by Nick Cave, and a special video clip for you all to enjoy. The Ship Song Project – Sydney Opera House reinterprets Nick Cave’s iconic song. Performed by Neil Finn, Kev Carmody and The Australian Ballet, Sarah Blasko, John Bell, Angus and Julia Stone, Paul Kelly and Bangarra Dance Theatre, Teddy Tahu Rhodes and Opera Australia, Martha Wainwright, Katie Noonan and The Sydney Symphony, The Temper Trap, Daniel Johns and the Australian Chamber Orchestra.

Nick Cave –

The Ship Song lyrics

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around

We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around

Hot Like An Oven

Photo Challenge-Heat-Wave

This Weeks Photo Prompt is Heat-wave.

It was hard for me here in Geelong, we’re experiencing a winters cold spell and zero temperatures, so the closest I could get to a heat-wave was my stupid electric oven, with its faulty thermostat, and the oven just gets hotter and hotter, as the temperature setting doesn’t work at all, and everything in the oven gets burnt to a crisp, as the temperature keeps rising and rising !!

Below a hot heat-wave photo from years ago

All The World is Green

Here’s a great love song from the Master of Lyrics, Tom Waites. and a visually artistic video to enhance his glorious words

“All The World Is Green”

I fell into the ocean

When you became my wife

I risked it all against the sea

To have a better life

Marie you’re the wild blue sky

And men do foolish things

You turn kings into beggars

And beggars into kings

Pretend that you owe me nothing

And all the world is green

We can bring back the old days again

And all the world is green

The face forgives the mirror

The worm forgives the plow

The questions begs the answer

Can you forgive me somehow?

Maybe when our story’s over

We’ll go where it’s always spring

The band is playing our song again

And all the world is green

Pretend that you owe me nothing

And all the world is green

We can bring back the old days again

And all the world is green

The moon is yellow silver

Oh, the things that summer brings

It’s a love you’d kill for

And all the world is green

He is balancing a diamond

On a blade of grass

The dew will settle on our graves

When all the world is green

From <https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/tomwaits/alltheworldisgreen.html>

Random

Weekly Prompts – Your second chance to be creative. A Photo Challenge, this weeks prompt is Random. RANDOM.

Their Plane’s bogged, in a paddock on the Indonesian island of Sumatra 1919

Keith Smith and Ross Smith, on their heroic flight from London to Darwin, in the Vickers Vimy aircraft. Winning the England to Australia air-race 1919, taking 28 days !!

The photos were taken by grandfather, Leopold Meyer.

Downhill Run

A dreamy love poem I wrote in May 2018, which was published by Prolific Pulse Press, in their Anthology Heart Beats, edited by Lisa Tomey.
https://www.amazon.com/Heart-Beats-Anthology-Lisa-Tomey/dp/1736562002

Downhill Run

I was dreaming

Plotting and scheming

Following you skiing

Running the slope, gliding

Twists and twirls

Loops and hoops

Our hearts were racing

Downhill and dancing

Spirals and swirls

Joyous smiles

Swishing faster and faster

Swooping last to first

Silver and gold

Winners and grinners

Your curls unfurl

Ruby hair unfolds

Beauty I behold

Frozen bliss

We kiss

Soul to soul