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downward and low,
an opinion hanging

by the whiskers of their mouth, they all have
to say and demonstrate this or/and that,
keeping in store lopsided voices to
commemorate their oh so mighty wisdom,

i am giggling to myself, humble in
my own obtrusive opinion, filling
circles with cascading blue ink, drawing
eurythmic patterns of scutoids that form
the epithelium of this marriage —

the lofty union of art with garb-age,
a tirade of the song against poetry,

and i am still giggling, misguided in my
undernourished appetite for newness,
a well-rounded change for the worse, if not
on a revitalized road to salvation.

my locomotive-like scattered brain goo
gone off the tracks of an atemporal
listing, and i am giggling and giggling,
and they are oh-opinionating,
all for a single prose,

i am no screenwriter drawing storyboards,
i am a single founded, mutually admired myth
posturing for a life figure —

the so-called youth gone wayward, loosening
the coils of their and my very own time,
in a self-congratulatory realm of
opinions.

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Image source: Screwfizzer Painting by Simon Birch
For MLM Menagerie’s Wordle # 206. Also linking it up with the Tuesday Platform at With Real Toads.

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World of WP by Ramblings From A Mum

We have another wonderful poet today, sharing words with us. She is a writer, who incorporates one’s feelings during various situations in life in a really tender manner. You want to savor her words and listen to their music as they flow down the course of the poem smoothly. Some of you must know her by the name of her blog- Ramblings From A Mum. Today, she shares with us her experiences of blogging and what she thinks about the writers from all around the world connecting with each other through the wordpress domain.

Howanxious or HA as I refer to him wrote a post on the 30th September, 2013 and in this post he mentioned that he shares Guest Blogs on his site, well one thing led to another and I ‘volunteered’ to write.

So it’s a good morning…afternoon…evening to everyone, wherever you may be. I am ramblingsfromamum from the Land Down Under.

I have read many a guest blog since commencing with WP over a year ago and have often wondered, if asked or in this case put myself up for the challenge, what in fact I would write about.  So I will do what I sometimes do when writing my poetry and let my SOC (stream of consciousness) take over & see where we end up.

If any of you have read what I write, you may know that I am diverse and somewhat prolific. The subject matter is not confrontational, political, or that life is a bed of roses and we should all be hugging trees and each other for that matter.  What I have learned since blogging is that every single one of us is so unique in our posts.

We should never judge another writers style, rather we should be respectful of each others work.

I thankfully have not born the disgruntled reader of my work (as yet) in fact I am delighted to say that I have had nothing but a ‘pat on the back’, support and admiration from my readers & this as we know makes our ‘addiction’  even more worthwhile.

I commenced writing ‘mum’ articles  hence my site name.  This then progressed to dabbling in poetry, then about my family, my weekends. In fact anything that pops into my head, when I sit in my study in Melbourne Australia, this is what I write about.

Gradually I found myself writing more poetry, dabbling into forms such as Haiku and Sonnets and Nonets …what some of you may ask? Google is a wonderful tool, you certainly don’t need me to tell you what they are, if you don’t already know. I found myself however being drawn further into the poetic pool as it were, wanting to see how I could write, was it worthy, was it acceptable.  I write as most poets do, from raw gut emotion, from the heart, from the soul. My site now probably consists of 80% poetry and the rest,  well simply day to day ramblings from a mum. If people follow and enjoy what I do, I am a happy camper as they say, but I’m still in the pool and I am swimming in circles until I climb that diving board and perform a triple backward, with a half turn pike twist (whatever that means).

Being an Australian, I am down to earth, I hide nothing, nor do I pretend to be someone I am not. I do not lie, cause trouble for other bloggers, or stir the pot.  I believe in blogging etiquette, I am a firm believer however that if you are following someone, that you should be respectful in commenting on what they write. The writer has poured their heart and soul into what ever context and this should be acknowledged. I will say that I do not read every single post that comes out, I used too but I found myself burning out and stressing because I simply could not keep up.  So I try to read as much as I physically and mentally can manage.

Out of the followers that I have, there are my ‘regulars’ who comment, these are folk who have been reading ‘me’ since my sites inception, others hit that like button within 5 seconds of posting an article (I think we all have witnessed that happening) others never visit, which makes me wonder why they do follow?

Does anyone have answers, as I am sure there is many a ‘blogger’ (I do hate that word) out there that asks the same question.

Why did we come onto a blog site? I ask myself many times. Being human, that pat on the back or recognition for what we do in life is always appreciated.

Could we not sit at home and write in a journal all that we do on WP?  Yes indeed we could, but we all like to have some praise in/for whatever we undertake, writing on a public Forum such as WP grants us that. The other reason is that it opens many doors for all of us to meet others who have the same likes as we do ( & no nothing to do with that button).  I have met fellow poets and brilliant ones at that. I have met writers, photographers, all have a life story, all have something they wish to share with the world.

If we were to write in journals alone in the privacy of our room, who would we meet, how would we learn what others are doing? How we would establish friendships with people that have the same interests.  This avenue is a remarkable way of meeting similar others, learning new skills and becoming part of a community.

It can be obsessive, it can be time consuming, especially if you wish to follow many, it can be your life at times, the cooking can wait, the laundry doesn’t need washing, the list of our everyday can be put on the back burner as we delve with our muses into the writing or blogging realm.

In saying that – this is what we love isn’t it?  We are givers  of the world to share sometimes even parts of our lives which would be considered boring or mundane.

So I shall close now, stay true to who you are with your blogs, challenge yourselves. If you write short fiction write poetry, if you don’t enter prompts or challenges try them. Share your lives or interests as much or as little as you wish, but remember to connect with those that follow you and who you follow – after all we must play nice 🙂

The world of writers & people from all over the globe with like interests is only a name & a password away.

Thank you HA for the opportunity of being your guest, thank you for your marvelous poetry that I read (most of the time) may all of us continue along this wonderful path of opening our minds to others, learning and sharing, supporting and encouraging!

I thank you for sharing your words with us. It was so good to read your viewpoints. And I do agree with everything you have discussed with us today.

She has such a lively personality. Don’t you think so? She has a wonderful poetic voice. Do go and visit her website;  you are definitely going to be impressed.

If you want to share your words on this site, just write to me at hamusesanewtune@gmail.com. If not, I would anyway love to hear from you. Come on, say hi to me and introduce yourself on my facebook page.

Day 19: Favorite book turned into a movie

Continuing with the 30 Day Book Challenge, it is time to discuss the film adaptations of your most liked books. I am rather discussing here the film adaptations I didn’t like at all because they had ruined the story from the book and those which I liked, for they remained true to the story. I have just taken the question, a step further.

Some of the movies I did not like are-

1. It’s Kind of A Funny Story: This is the first novel in which I could relate with the protagonist because of the same “situations” in life. The fact was that I read this novel around the time when I started acknowledging my own mental-health related problems. I did not feel such connection with the movie, which was really strange according to me. The novel made me understand about the characters, while the movie was a mess in which I could not understand what was happening.

One scene which was true to a few lines of the novel

2. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: This is one of the most important books in the series because it tells of the story of Voldemort and how he turned out to be as he was, but it was thoroughly ignored in the movie. The movie was all about absurd relationships (which is not the main theme of Harry Potter) and some incidents which were completely out of context.

3. The Silver Linings Playbook: A thought-provoking book has been turned into a love story in the movie. The way the depression is portrayed in the movie seemed to me quite radical. I just didn’t like the entire setting. They must have informed before hand that it was going to be a movie based on the game of football.

And the movies I liked-

1. The Perks of Being A Wallflower: This is one movie which complied with the story and presented the characters as they were meant to be. the main difference here is that the movie is directed by Stephen Chbosky, who is also the author of the novel. That really worked.

2. Never Let Me Go: I watched the movie before I read the novel (also in case of The Silver Linings Playbook). I liked the movie originally and continued to like it even after reading the novel. Because the movie had summarized the events of the novel in an amazing way so that nothing important is left.  Reading the novel afterwards was just knowing more about the characters and the story.

Day 04: Favorite Film Adaptation of a Book

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Yes, movies are great but books are entirely a different thing. I don’t enjoy watching stuff as much as reading it and viewing it unfold within my mind.

What we create for ourselves is a lot more closer to our heart than anything else; like that crooked clay pot we mold, the colors we fill on a canvas, a poem we bleed from our soul or a story from a book we have read, viewed through our own imaginative juices, unreel in our mind.

-HA

That is all needs to be said.

Memories: Political Science Teacher

Political Science has always been a subject of my interest but I got to study it for just two years. I am a person who participates in political discussions.. I love to put forth my opinion and discuss in detail the government’s policies, bureaucracy, political corruption, important incidents in the political history, etc. I garnered a political vision because of those two years.

Particularly during the second year, my teacher was amazing. She used to lecture us about each and every view point, take us through the minute details and she was a teacher who used books to teach but that did not mean she would limit her teachings to that boo cover. She would always offer her opinion and encourage us to do so as well. And that is what had made her my favorite teacher.

Mam! I’d like to share my opinions regarding the same..

All through the year, we would discuss different political matters and it was me who used to speak the most. Sometimes it was as if we two were talking in the class. I don’t know but no one else was as interested as I was in those discussions.

Now a funny thing… My class mates would always thank me after the class for having involved the teacher in a discussion or another, which gave them ample amount of time to take a nap. That doesn’t mean I was a teacher’s pet. But I know I was her favorite student too. She had told me so time and again. She would always praise me for having my own view point, devoid of what others tell me.

Even today I am independent in my thoughts, my opinions and thanks to her today, I am trying to live in the way I want and not in the way what society tends to believe is right.

Before this post gets too boring, I must tell you I am no longer in contact with her. I had her phone number and after when she had left the school (she left it before me), I tried to contact her but her mobile number was changed by then. I tried searching for her on facebook but to no avail. I miss her… That sounds weird, a student missing a teacher. But I do, for her patience and her calm attitude and most importantly, for her opinions and something she taught me which gives me a little strength in these difficult times.

Have you ever had a teacher like that? Which was/is your favorite subject? Is it your favorite subject because of the teacher who used to teach it or just because you like it anyhow? I would love to read your experiences. Please do comment.

A Mad Tale of a Crying Bunny

“I’m late! I’m late! For a very important date!”

“Not again, my dear bunny, you are now grown up. You must become responsible now,” his mother chided him.

“Sorry mom, I can’t have breakfast. I need to go” He hurried away from the earthy house.

“Son…” her mother called but he was not to be stopped and thereby, he leaped over the rain puddles, and crouched below the fences, and went away to where he was meant to be.

And he reached the destination, where was waiting the most sensual cow he had ever seen. He shivered from within fantasizing and sniffed over his arms, so as to check if his perfume was working.  Stylish, as he was, he went towards her and said in a sexy voice, “Sorry Madame, I am late.”

“Moo.”

“Sorry!?” he asked puzzled.

“Moo.”

“What, you do not like me. You haven’t even talked to me. And you liked me on that dating website.” And he broke into tears.

“Moo,” the cow echoed her opinion and left him wetting his whiskers and looking at her with a glum expression.

* For Wednesday Short Story Prompt.

Three Simple Words- A Simple Story

“So you are not going to apologize,” she finally voiced her opinion after hours of silence.

He just looked glumly at her.

“You know it was your fault. So what is the problem in saying those three simple words,” she continued preaching him, ” Just say I am sorry and the matter is solved.”

He wasn’t even looking at her anymore.

“You are impossible,” she concluded and was leaving when he responded, “I ain’t sorry; there, you get your three simple words.”

“But I have got three other simple words for you as well which are I love you,” he continued, “And if it takes me to apologize for something which is not my fault to make you talk to me lovingly once again and laugh at the silliest of my jokes, I would do so. So here are your three simple words darling, I am sorry.”