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Saturday, 30 March 2019


Once again it is Sunday Muse time with Carrie Van Horn. Thank you for the prompt, Carrie. It is always a challenge to write to order, but far quicker than waiting for inspiration which may never come.

My word, don't the weeks go by quickly?

The Sunday Muse #49

Photo by Isabella Mariana from Pexels

The Painted Lady

Yes, I recognise you ~ you cannot hide from me!
You cannot fool me for another second.
Even though you strive to conceal your markings and change your colouring.
I know you so well. Come out into the open and into reality.
 Talk with me a while!!

Painted Lady Butterfly

Your lips are tightly sealed and muted,
Although those gorgeous eyes betray you, even now.
For I see love welling up behind those large green orbs
As counterpoint to that inner battle, raging deep within you.

Maybe I declared my love too soon,
To challenge and threaten the ownership of your heart.
It's keys are so precious to you and impossible to give away,
Unless you freely give them from deep within your soul.

Yet, I know you love me and wrestle with that loss of freedom.
Just like that elusive painted lady, etched into total adoration,
Your pleading heart commands surrender and full submission,
Eclipsing all objections from your protesting reason.

I will not force the issue further, for I respect your freedom.
I would not accept a love not freely given, and not absolute.

Yet my spirit speaks and shows me a route into your heart,
For it knows the butterfly will fly straight into my life,

Not for one day, but for eternity.

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Let's hope she doesn't keep me in the friend zone for too long . . lol

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Eddie Bluelights
30 March 2019

We are always looking to expand our happy band of poets.
There is no entry fee ~ it's entirely free!!!

But it is not paid either.

Please press HERE to reach Carrie's website.

And please do not forget to participate in Toni's Wednesday Muse. I am sure she will have another treat for us. See HERE

Wednesday, 27 March 2019


The Wednesday Muse #1

Thank you Toni for the first assignment for your midweek muse.

For my record I am outlining below your introduction, explaining the Japanese five line format, known as gogyoshi.

To give you a little background, my name is Toni Spencer and I specialize in Japan and Japanese prompts. But not always. Today I am going to introduce you to an easy peasy form known as the gogyoshi. The poem consists of exactly five lines. No syllable counting, no content requirements , No rhythm or rhyme requirements. Just...five lines. Isn't that easy?

The Japanese are into the seasons, change, and something called mono no aware (mo•no ah•wah•ray.  It means, sadness or wistfulness at the passing of things. If you want to use this or the spring as a theme for your poem, please do.

Subsequently learned that lines sould be brief 

Ok, here we go:
slap my wrists if I get it wrong please.

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Eternity marches ever forward, suspended on a single thread of time and space ~ it's beam of light cannot look back, and cannot be reversed.

It abducts all that is dear to us, all our treasured moments and youth and mirth ~ now all lost and gone for ever in the twinkling of a weeping eye.

These remain just pleasant memories to us, yet all remain intact and singing still with joyful hearts, imprisoned within our souls, yet lost on a light beam, long gone.

To relive them is forbidden and beyond our reach by the ever cruel forward arrow of time, closing it's door firmly and deaf to our persistent pleas and knocking.

Yet in our dreams we long to recapture our prime, our youth and all those loved ones, absent from our dimension, except within our hearts.

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Eddie Bluelights
27 March 2019

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Linking with The Sunday Muse


Sunday, 24 March 2019


Eddie Bluelights 

Locks Horns with Carrie Van Horn's latest prompt 


The Muse #48

Like my new Thinking Hat? 

The old one is getting a bit tired.

I needed at least one of them for this prompt ~ this one is most taxing, so I called in the cavalry in the form of alliteration to get me through. So here goes!

Photo by Skitterphoto from Pexels

Awful acoustics

Astonishingly antediluvian antique audio apparatus actually amplifies atrocious acoustically adjusted amplitudes across airways, absolutely and awfully, abysmally ~ abundant apologies!

Ardently and acclaimed amorously absorbing arias, all alleged as authentic, are assaulted astronomically and abound avec astounding accelerating artless atrophy.

 Ancient anthems, astute arrangements, accurate augmentations, ascending arpeggios, artistic a-cappellas, ambitious allegros, attractive andantes, awe-inspiring allegretto arrangements ~ all annoy au-fait, artful, attentive, academic and authoritative audiences. 

Any available appointed accompanists are assassinated alarmingly.

Awkward atmosphere appears auspiciously as
antiquated apparatus assaults audio antennae avec abundant above average amplification.

Stylus scratches stifle sound, screeching sopranos suppress sensational symphonic sentimental songs ~ so sorry!

Terrible tenors totally terrify.

Ambitious altos annihilate accepted amplification.

Big booming bases burst blood-vessels.

Baying, barking baritones bellow, belittling beautiful ballads. 

Celebrated choirs cause controversial counterpoint.

Overall orchestrations obliterated obtusely.

Detail denied drastically

Melodic music mockingly muffled.

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Autopsy authorised . . asylum activated . . . lol

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Eddie Bluelights
24 March 2019

My mother used to call sopranos,

Dying ducks in a thunderstorm

I imagine this contraption would give her no cause to change her mind, if she heard one.

Once again Carrie, thank you  for stimulating our cerebral hemispheres.


More poets to join our preponderance or pandemonium of poets circle.

Join in at Carrie's, at The Sunday Muse, by pressing . . .  HERE

Saturday, 16 March 2019


Sometimes I wake up with strange ideas, and today was no exception. 
I got to thinking what might be the collective noun for a group of poets to describe us, and do you know, I don't think there is one.

I was thinking something akin to:

A congress of crows
A conspiracy of ravens

(Could have used those lines in the recent  Magic Love Crow post, couldn't I?)


A flamboyance of flamingos
A pandemonium of parrots

Surely we cannot describe ourselves as:

A herd of poets
A gaggle of poets . . . lol

Any ideas?

How about a preponderance of poets . . . lol
A pandemonium of poets . . . lol

No doubt you will have some suggestions

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Now to the business of the day,

The Sunday Muse #47

Once again Carrie, thank your most interesting prompt.



Girl Bird
Image Source 

I look deeply into those bright piercing green eyes,
Framed by beauty and long green hair to match your feathered friend.
Your human form intrigues me, challenges me,
Causing me to search your into soul; probing, questioning.

I strive to make a connection to satisfy my curiosity,
Endeavouring to match any known equivalence
To contradict my narrow and limited experience.
Yet I fail, utterly, to grasp the true meaning of what I see.

You are at one, each with the other,
Knowing the others' thoughts and desires.
Words are not necessary, yet you communicate,
As if somehow the bird is an extension of your being.

Your trusty companion knows no fear,
She perches willingly upon your hand,
Awaiting conversation from your lips. 
It is almost as if she is you, and you are her.

I am confused, yet somehow I feel, in time,
Those lips may speak an answer to my curiosity.
Perhaps you strive for freedom, just like that bird
Which is only a fanciful imagination of your spirit.

Yet somehow I feel your secret will remain outside my reach for ever.
Fly high, my beauty, spread your wings and touch the sky.

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Eddie Bluelights
16 March 2019

We are always looking to expand our flock, or 'preponderance'.

To reach Carrie's page, The Sunday Muse, please press HERE
with a nice sharp pencil and notepad.


Sunday, 10 March 2019


The Muse #46

Thank you Carrie for this week's prompt, hand picked by Chrissa (also thank you)

'Farm Truck Filled With Flowers' by Floret 
If you want a copy of this lovely print you can get it HERE

(The more I look at it, the more I like it)


Blooms packaged with emotion
Speak from our hearts, with pure devotion.
This truck-full now is on it's way
So we can make a special day.

They speak with love for every reason
No matter, what, and for each season.
There's nothing close that has such power,
As the love within a single flower.

Words alone cannot compare,
If given, when you really care,
Each bloom contains a magic spell
To wish one happiness and 'be well',

They speak to all the broken hearted

When loved ones die and are departed.
A loving wish can help to heal
Those with a loss and a low down feel.

A baby girl, a baby boy!
New life on Earth and with such joy!
They're welcome into our earthly dwelling,
Even with their incessant yelling.

Sometimes we convey 'happy', sometimes it is 'sorry',
Sometimes it is 'well done', sometimes it is 'worry'.
Sometimes it may be a simple 'thank you',
Sometimes it's a plea to a soul, "I love you!" 

Flowers given can melt a lady's heart,
Her resistance will flee from her, and depart.
She may love you more than words can say,
If you speak from your soul words of love night and day.

If your message is honest, and is always sincere,
She will come to adore you, have not a fear.
She will hand over the keys of her heartstrings to you,
In exchange for some flowers ~ she will always be true.

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Eddie Bluelights
10 March 2019

(In reality, there is a likelihood that the sentiments in the last two verses will simply not work. She is still much more likely to choose a jerk!! . . . lol)

Once again Carrie, thank you for your prompt, and to Chrissa too.
We are still looking for more members to join our happy flock.

To reach Carrie's page, The Sunday Muse, please press HERE

Saturday, 2 March 2019


The Muse #45

"Be Free" by Magic Love Crow


What trickery is this?
'Beware!', I say again, 'Beware!'
Behold, an avian wolf in sheep's clothing.
She strives to lure and enslave all unsuspecting souls.
To bind them for ever into an unfriendly alien kingdom.

She masquerades as a benevolent matchmaker,
Promoting freedom and the promise of unending love.
Yet she is a Raven through and through,
A demonic general, commanding all her legions,
In a network which pollutes and poisons all around us.

Like a Magpie she will thieve and steal all who are precious,
All who are clad in bright attractive righteousness,
To suppress and darken their hopes and their desires for ever.
She will abduct all who she may conquer high amongst the trees,
To their Rooks' nest prisons, where only vipers dare to tread. 

The air is filled with their unending conversation,
A cacophony of 'caws' to invade the silence of the day.
Shouting aloud fake 'freedom' to lure all who will dare to listen. 
Their wings beat strongly in search of a friendly thermal
On which they may rest and soar aloft to seek and find their prey.

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Eddie Bluelights
3 March 2019

Thought I 'd be devil's advocate here and do the opposite, perhaps, to others.

Sorry, crow family, you are quite nice really and I discovered that Ravens in particular are very intelligent creatures. And before today I did not know Magpies and Jays are part of the crow family.

To all my new friends on The Sunday Muse I wish you a happy weekend and a wonderful March.

Once again Carrie, thank you for your prompt, and to Magaly too.

To reach Carrie's page, The Sunday Muse, please press HERE