Elephant, Donkey, Ass, Logo

It was with dissatisfaction

That the losing faction

Started packing up their things to go

Their discontent became a rage

That to the whole world they did show

Calmer minds and tempers now

Let us hope are in control


Weekend Writing Prompt #193 – Faction in 39 words


Brown Woven Basket on White Wooden Table
Rachel Claire at Pexels

Bamboo slats, or lakeside reeds

Mere grass is all the craftsman needs

And a thing of function and beauty too

Soon takes form as his hands move

We too alone may not amount to much

But in our interactions, lives we touch

We are interwoven within society

Becoming more together than just “you” and “me”



Public Domain

Eight score years ago

Capital dome – like the nation incomplete

Lincoln stood upon the stairs

Reconciliation he did seek

“The bonds of affection,” he said, were suffering strain

But that those bonds of friendship should yet remain

Four years later

The dome now complete

He called for there to be no malice

To rebuild – no conflict to repeat

Today we see that white doomed bastion

Of liberty in receipt

Of scenes of bitter hatred

Enough to make one weep

These are times of testing

A crucible of pain

Let us heed old Abraham’s words

So peace and democracy – can remain


Weekend Writing Prompt #191 – Crucible in 100 words


Old stone steps in salt mine

Seemingly past its prime, its steps well worn

Giving the appearance sad – forlorn

But democracy’s not dead – not quite yet

Though its recent path has left some regret

But we who believe in higher things

Trust in a public voice

Above tyrants or kings

So while its been battered

And some questioned its repute

The will of the people

Shall not be mute


Goodbye Yellow Brick Road


Jim Adams challenged us to write about a song that has a title beginning with a P or G. Elton John’s Goodbye Yellow Brick Road does just that. It is the title track to his 1973 album.  Rolling Stone lists the song at #390 of the 500 best ever songs.

The imagery includes references which link to the film The Wizard of Oz with the yellow brick road, and a return to the plough (Kansas). It has deeper meaning in comparing “high society” life and expectations with the simplicity of life.


When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man

You know you can’t hold me forever
I didn’t sign up with you
I’m not a present for your friends to open
This boy’s too young to be singing
The blues, ah, ah

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh, I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
Ah, ah

What do you think you’ll do then?
I bet they’ll shoot down the plane
It’ll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again

Maybe you’ll get a replacement
There’s plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain’t got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you
On the ground, ah, ah

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh, I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
Ah, ah

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Bernie Taupin / Elton John

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group


Life On Display

Victor Moriyama at the New York Times

It was no Truman Show. It wasn’t even Big Brother. It was humanity on display. Tower block over looking tower block and all the life that took place through open curtains or closed drapes. Did they know their domestic existence was on display to be observed or even documented by whoever may?

Well such thoughts and concerns were always in the forefront of Cindy Andrew’s mind. Her mirror-tinted window film, and plug in sound-proofing made sure she wasn’t caught going about her daily routine of recording her neighbours.


Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #96

Seeking An Exit

Crowd Of People, Crowd, People, Blur

She was carried along by the crowd. Going against the flow seemed useless. The mass of humanity surged out of the stadium and into the streets. They were electrified by the words of the address. The leader’s piercing blue eyes seemed to each person to have only been focused on them alone, and the forceful tone of his rhetoric made them want to act, there and then.

Ella hadn’t been as inspired by the blatant populist rant though. She was not “one of them.” She was her own woman, a free-thinker. Yet there she was in the tidal-wave exiting the stadium. Even so, she felt alone among the thousands.

She shuffled her feet waiting for a break in the flow: a side street, anyplace to which she could escape and make her own way. Her own way, she kept repeating to herself. It wasn’t just a way out of the push of crowd she sought, but a way out of the corporate insanity that had brainwashed a nation.


Random First Line Prompts: She was carried along by the crowd. 


Rock Slide, Eiger, Mountain, Alps

Tumbling rocks, hills giving way

Trees uprooted, sweeping all in its way

Landslides in nature

So I am told

Are terribly awesome

Things to behold

Then there is in the human realm

Things like elections

That can too – overwhelm

And though a landslide

It may not be

The result is still one

That made history


FOWC with Fandango — Landslide


Cave, Stalagmites, Stalactites, Speleothems, Sardinia

It might take time

More than a day

We just need to keep chipping

Or in this case dripping away

But just like cave features

A future we can build

With kindness and compassion

Till all is fullfilled

It might not be easy

Some time it may take

But it is worth the effort

For society’s sake