Seven Days, Seven Black & White Photos Challenge: Day 2

I have been challenged to participate in the  Seven Days…Seven B&W Photos Challenge.

Thank you to Patricia over at https://kindergartenknowledge.com for the nomination. Please do check out Patricia’s blog if you haven’t already. She is a joy to read and I always feel happier after a visit to kindergartenknowledge.com

This challenge is to post seven black and white photos…no people, no explanation.  Photos of everyday life for seven consecutive days. I am supposed to challenge one new blogger each day but this is difficult.  I worry I’ll hurt someone’s feelings by not nominating them, or they will not want the nomination. Therefore I am going to leave my nominations open. If you want to do this challenge then go for it!  Please let me know if you decide to join in – I’d love to see your photos too.

Here is a black and white photo from today:

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Seven Days. Seven B&W Photos – Challenge #1.

I have been challenged to participate in the  Seven Days…Seven B&W Photos Challenge!

Thank you to Patricia over at https://kindergartenknowledge.com for the nomination. Please do check out Patricia’s blog if you haven’t already. She is a joy to read and I always feel happier after a visit to kindergartenknowledge.com 🙂

This challenge is to post seven black and white photos…no people, no explanation …photos of everyday life…for seven consecutive days. I am supposed to challenge one new blogger each day but this is difficult.  I worry I’ll hurt someone’s feelings by not nominating them, or they will not want the nomination. Therefore I am going to leave my nominations open. If you want to do this challenge then go for it!  🙂

Here is a black and white photo from today:

 

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Plasters Don’t Stick for Long

 

It’s not a bolt out the blue, all along they knew. They’ve always known. The house of god guiding the masses; a place of solace for the working classes. For some, the need was theirs. They suppressed and stole. Innocence and trust. An ungodly thrust. Don’t utter a word. Mustn’t bite the hand that feeds. But they fed off youth. Goliaths army fought the truth. Time ticked on, but it still goes on. Vultures in glass towers, asserting their powers. Towers are modern day shrines, for the likes of Bernstein.  Invited underlings, young and unprepared. No doubt scared. Some fled and the others stayed. “They’re as much to blame; they wanted the fame”. It’s not that simple. Unguarded, alone. Frozen in place with a strong man invading your space. Cloak the dirt, don’t let them dare blurt. But the word is out. There was Polanski, Cosby and Saville. Lives did unravel. Penalise. Plaster over cracks in towers. Later 100 want to free Polanski, “He’s ours.” That’s the thing with the strong. They have a hold over you. Plasters don’t stick for long. What’s the solution, other than blaming the victim? The good and strong must speak out, restrict ‘em. For there’s more good men than not. That’s what I’ve always thought.

Bad Drunk

 

Can I drink at three?
Are you judging me?
I could do with break
Oh for goodness sake!
Oh judge  why not?
I’ll take what I’ve got.
Yeah, I’m a little drunk
Two of three drinks sunk
Or a higher amount
Yeah, I lost count
So what?
Ain’t smoking pot!
Maybe I should
You think I would?
Love yer trust
Bit unjust! ☹
You say I’m wrecked!
So you’re perfect?!
You don’t understand ☹
My life is bland.
I see you’re pissed!
I’ve got the gist.
Well fuck you
I wish you knew
Ye don’t understand
Yer head’s in the sand
I need to drink
I’m on the brink!
You don’t care
It’s not fair
Hate my life –
and being a wife!


The morning after
Oh no.
Let the drink flow
Did we fight?
You alright?
Didn’t mean it
Don’t want to split
Was in a strop
Need to stop
Overdid it
I should quit
Or just cut down
Not go to town
Need a long lie
I’m gonna die

Sadly, I know a few people who end up like this after a night out.  I suppose the question is, why?

The Lost Generation

A photo by Milada Vigerova. unsplash.com/photos/kT0tsYZ2YE0Myself and friends are all zooming towards our middle aged years. We were camping at the weekends and I had a good time, although at one time I felt like I was on the outside looking in. One couple recently downsized due to debts; the others are extending and buying up and everyone is being pulled apart in all directions with family and work commitments. These were my reflections:

I watch them through the Fishbowl. See them fight for control. Complaining about work powers, who puts in the longest hours. But the pressure’s intense. Tension’s bursting at the seams.  Still they chase bigger dreams. Be worth it in the end. Or so they say. The state of the world now. Brexit, Trump – wow! Should we get off? Boomers post war blessed. Millennials status obsessed. Generation X are forgotten. Others spoiled rotten. Where’s our generation headed? Their parents begin to decline; and kids, man, they can whine! Women guzzle wine and listen to 90’s songs. They dance away life’s wrongs. Talk up their sex lives again, but ignore the strain. Wonder why she wants him – with a marriage so grim? And they keep on dancing. But the last dance is spent. Twenty years just – went. Slaves to ambition, was it the wrong mission? The party must go on. They all drink a few, forgetting what’s true. “Come on men, how’dya get your kicks?” “Tell us the same chicks!” And I wonder how they do. Did they forget as they grew? Manicured lawns and mortgaged to the hilt. Reputations built. Elevated in stature, they found a dream catcher. Worked hard and they’ll get there – they will.

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Everyday Irritations

I’m a fairly laid-back sort of person and minor inconveniences don’t really bother me. Low maintenance, that’s me. There are some days though, when little household issues get a bit much even for me: When they can’t manage to place the laundry in the basket. It’s just so much work! When it’s just too difficult […]

Why I Write

I’m participating in another Blogging University course. This time it’s a 20 day course and the purpose of it is to offer me some inspiration. This first day I have to write an unedited, off the cuff blog on why I write. So here goes: I write because I can. I switch off from the…