“A Song For You” – Song Lyric Sunday


I love Song Lyric SundayHelen Espinosa hosts this over on her blog. This week’s prompt was Love Songs, in honor of Valentine’s Day month. I had a hard time with this one, as I have soooo many!! Having said that, I have been married for almost 40 years, so there have been many that speak to me for so many reasons. I was able to cull it down to three – yeah, three. But I will only share info about one, and links to the other two, if you want to check them out.

One of my all time favorites is this beauty by Leon Russell – a master songwriter and performer who recently passed away. I love all of his music, but this one has always been special.

It’s called, “A Song For You,” and was written and recorded by Leon on his first album in 1970. Others have sang it and made it a hit, as well as earning awards for their performance. But – I think he does it best – most honest & raw! It is a beautiful song . . . and I hope you enjoy it ❤

A SONG FOR YOUWritten and performed by Leon Russell

I’ve been so many places in my life and time
I’ve sung a lot of songs, I’ve made some bad rhyme
I’ve acted out my life in stages
With ten thousand people watching
But we’re alone now and I’m singin’ this song for you

I know your image of me is what I hope to be
I’ve treated you unkindly but darling can’t you see
There’s no one more important to me
Darling can’t you please see through me
‘Cause we’re alone now and I’m singin’ my song to you

You taught me precious secrets of the truth, withholdin’ nothin’
You came out in front and I was hiding
But now I’m so much better so if my words don’t come together
Listen to the melody ’cause my love’s in there hiding

I love you in a place where there’s no space or time
I love you for my life, ’cause you’re a friend of mine
And when my life is over, remember when we were together
We were alone and I was singin’ my song for you

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LEON RUSSELL
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The other two I am quite fond of & come to mind often are:

[On a personal note – I Got You Babe has been me & my husband, from day 1 . . . if all other songs ceased to exist, this one would always be us . . .

Yeah – these 2 songs are decades apart ❤

Hope you enjoy them all and they bring a smile to your face and a wonderful memory to mind ❤

If you want, go check out Helen’s blog and maybe share a song special to you 🙂

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Seagull – Song Lyric Sunday


I have been planning to write a “Song Lyric Sunday” piece for a while, but I just hadn’t gotten around to it. Today’s prompt is to post something from the band you saw at your first concert. I want to thank Helen Espinosa for her prompt.

My first concert was Bad Company in 1976, promoting their Run With The Pack album. I was 14 at the time, and the only way my parents would allow me to go was if I took my younger sister, who was 11. I was going with friends; their parents were dropping us off and picking us up from the downtown venue. I remember being incredibly excited, yet a little nervous at the same time – and having to watch out for my younger sister, at a concert of all places, 35 miles from home, was not something I would’ve done as a parent. I knew why they did it – they figured if I was busy watching her, I couldn’t do anything they wouldn’t approve of. And I knew if anything happened to her, I might as well not come home . . .

Back then, there was plenty of pot smoking in the concert arenas, and my sister swears she got contact high; maybe she did, as she fell asleep on the way home, and I had a heck of a time waking her up to get her out of the car once we got home. I didn’t get contact high . . .

I love most of Bad Company’s songs, but if I had to pick a favorite, it’d be a toss up between Seagull, from their first album, and Simple Man, from their third album. (Yeah, I’m laughing, too – I finally get a chance to post for Song Lyric Sunday AND I had to pick two songs, as I couldn’t make up my mind 🙂 ) Anyway, here you go – I only posted the lyrics to one, but provided links to videos for both.

Seagull by Bad Company  (1974)

Written by Paul Rodgers and Mick Ralphs

(Lyrics courtesy of Google Play Music)

Seagull, you fly across the horizon

Into the misty morning sun.

Nobody asks you where you are going,

Nobody knows where you’re from.

 

Here is a man asking the question

Is this really the end of the world?

Seagull, you must have known for a long time

The shape of things to come.

Now you fly, through the sky, never asking why,

And you fly all around ’til somebody, Shoots you down.

 

Da da da da da da da down.

Mm mm mm mm, mm mm.

 

Seagull, you fly, across the horizon,

Into the misty morning sun.

Nobody asks you where you are going,

Nobody knows where you are from,

Now you fly through the sky, never asking why,

And you fly all around ’til somebody, yeah,

Shoots you down. Mm mm, yeah.

Seagull you fly, seagull you fly away.

 

And you fly away today

And you fly away tomorrow

And you fly away, leave me to

my sorrow.

Mm, mm, mm.

 

Seagull go and fly, mm, mm, mm,

Fly to your tomorrow, leave me to my sorrow, fly.

 

Another great song by Bad Company and a fav of mine – enjoy 🙂


And if you want to join in, please do – sharing good music is good for the soul ❤

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Flight – Five Sentence Fiction


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I love Five Sentence Fiction!! This is probably one of my favorite writing prompts 🙂

Five Sentence Fiction – Flight

She was nervous and excited, scared and exhilarated, and felt twenty years younger. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She hated to fly and hadn’t in decades and now she had jumped from a perfectly good airplane. Rushing into the wind, she had pulled the ripcord. Now she was flying and floating through the air like a bird, with a view that couldn’t be described.

(OOOhh  . . . maybe I’ll use this in my NaNoWriMo! 😉 )

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Memory – SoCS


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My memory  . . . my memories . . . what a beautiful convoluted bittersweet poignant delightful intriguing tantalizing wonderful place to get lost for awhile ❤

I just hope that someday that’s not where I live, except as someone else’s – memory that is.

 

In response to the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “Memory” – http://lindaghill.com/2014/10/31/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-november-114/

Hurricane Horror – Flash Fiction Friday


Written in response to this week’s prompt from terribleminds:  The country’s in EBOLA PANIC, going so far as to elect an Ebola Czar. (Did you know that vending machines kill 13 people a year? I look forward to our new Vending Machine Czar to address this grave concern.) Disease of course freaks people out. And next Friday? Halloween. The time of horror! Which means it’s time for you to freak people out with disease. Write 1000 words of flash fiction. It should be horror. It should feature disease as an axis of that horror.

 

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Grace understood why her mother was nervous about her work, especially these days with Ebola jumping its African borders and showing up in various parts of the world, including America. When Grace got the job at the Galveston National Institutes of Health Bio Lab, she knew her family might consider it dangerous, but she thrived on the danger and the coolness factor of where she worked.

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This hurricane that popped up in the gulf at the last minute is just adding more fuel to her mother’s worry fire. The building is fortified and withstood the last major hurricane just fine, but still it is eerie to know that if something happened Ebola, Anthrax, Smallpox and other highly infectious diseases and bio-terrorism agents are housed here.  With the storm bearing down on the island, most residents were worried about evacuating, not what would be left behind in the lab they typically don’t think too much about most days.

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She gathered up a few things in her large bag and rolling carry-on, since she would be staying as part of the emergency ops team as the communication team lead. Her main job was to get info out to employees after the storm. Throwing her phone charger and a couple prescriptions and several packs of cigarettes, as well as an extra lighter in her purse. A quick stop at the store for a few personal favs for snacking and she’d be back to the bio lab facility for the duration of what was to come.

The traffic was already crazy with people doing their best to get off the island and make it inland to hole up during the storm. She was glad she wasn’t going over the causeway. Though it took twice as long to get back to the lab as it should’ve, she pulled in, parked on an upper level in the garage and grabbed her bags for the walk in. The storm maybe coming, but the weather is absolutely beautiful – as it typically is before a hurricane rolls through. She can see that the wind is kicking up though.

She got settled into her office and took a nap. She would be up tonight and the media message released pre-storm had been handled. All employees had provided contact numbers and they knew how to contact work. Surprised at how tired she was, she slept for about five hours. When she woke, she went to the ladies room to freshen up and checked her computer for any messages, before making the rounds to see how things were going.

As the eye of the storm was approaching, she decided to sneak away for a cigarette. To smoke, she had to leave the administrative area where her office was and go down underground where the labs are located. She shouldn’t be smoking inside, but she knew a safe place. After smoking about half of her cigarette, she heard it – it was eerie, made her ears hurt, gave her chills up her spine. Though she had never experienced one herself, she knew this had to be the sound of a tornado and it must be bearing down right on top of the building.

As they sound became deafening, she found a spot to take cover, and just as she got settled, the earth shook violently around her and air seemed to be sucked away, causing her to gasp just a little as she took a breath. The sound was so loud, she closed her eyes and prayed to God to keep her safe. It seemed to go on forever, but then as quickly as it came, it was gone and the air around her seemed to stabilize, making breathing easier.

As she came out from under the spot she had hidden in, she saw the sky – the building was gone, including the ceiling and walls of the lab. She could see one of the technicians was on the ground and she could also see that the freezer section of the building was blown apart, vials shattered under the weight of the beams that had fallen onto them. She could see the water was rising in the street, thanks to the almost full moon – the only light there was in the blackness.

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Several of the labs were in pieces, and two were just gone. As this storm formed in the gulf and strengthened quickly, the nominal phase down period wasn’t available, and there were experiments going on in the labs – making that material even more at risk for a containment breach. As she approached, it looked like a lot of material was now just gone – but where? Is it one piece, is it in particulates? Is it airborne, in the water, in the dirt? Where in the hell have all these samples of deadly pathogens disapeered to? How rampant and far have have they been dispersed? Being in close proximity of a major shipping port, as well as an international airport, would make it easy for these pathogens to escape this area easily. Especially true since this island is a tourist area.

Now that the eye of the storm was passing the island, she knew she needed to do her best to get the news out to her superiors. The documented containment process was of little use in this scenario. She wasn’t even sure what was left of the facility as a whole. She had to get out of the underground area and get to the building where the communications area was located.

As she got her wits about her and decided to move, she realized she was bleeding – little spots on several areas  on her arms, hands, neck and face where little shards of glass had hit her during the tornadic explosion. Thank goodness it wasn’t worse, she thought – then she remembered where those shards of glass probably came from. She knew there was a high probability that she had been exposed – to something or multiple things.

Now her mind began to race, almost in a panic, as she realized exactly the position she was in and how ALL the rules, processes, procedures, and protocols were useless now, literally out the window.

 

 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

The Rain – OctPoWriMo


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I hear the sound, a drizzle at first

Liquid, to quench my thirst

My mood is somber

My mind is cloudy

 

The clouds now dumping

A deluge of tears, to wash away

The darkness and pain I’m hiding

 

The smell of earthiness and green

Clears away the stench of failure

My head clears a little

From the chill in the air

 

The wind is howling, even screaming

As is my mind, my heart, and my soul

 

Written in response to the writing prompt: http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/raindrops-on-my-windowpane-day-19.html

Once Upon a Time . . . OctPoWriMo


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Once upon a time, she knew a boy

He was sweet, kind, and loving

And a little goofy, oh hell

They were young, and passionate

Trying to find their way through life

He decided he wanted her as his wife

To live & love, and totally share his life

But he didn’t tell her till it was too late

He just couldn’t believe his fate

But it was what it was

She had fallen in love with another man

To console himself, he threw her ring into the bay

And off he went, on his way

She never knew

They both spent their lives

Blissful and miserable, as it was

She thought she’d found her soulmate

A series of bad lovers, he was often discontent

Many decades they were estranged

But fate stepped in and brought them home

At this point they are just friends

But what the future brings

No one knows, though he has shared

They may have business unfinished

If she is ever free to explore the possibilities

A heady thought for her heart to know

In response to writing prompt – http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/octpowrimo-poetry-prompt-day-16-once.html#comment-form_5711096840485173632

Dear Future


 

Dear Future,

I have no idea what you have in store for me.  Sometimes I am excited by the prospects and sometimes I am frightened by the chances. I could become a well-paid self-employed writer, then again if I don’t find a job soon I could lose my house and become homeless.  (Okay, that list could go on and on . . .)

Future, you seem to be so elusive, yet inspiring. So motivating, while at the same time uncertain. So nerve-racking, yet you make me feel so alive. Why oh why are you so unknown?

I look forward to more conversations as you continue to show yourself to me.

~ Sadie

This was written in response to The Daily Post:Writing101 writing prompt. I opened the book nearest to me to page 29 and the first word that caught my eye is the one I am to write a letter to. I am not enrolled in this session, so I didn’t have access to ping back there, but that’s okay because I enjoyed the prompt!

Autumn Leaves – Happy Fall!


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Sept 21 WordPress Daily Prompt: Autumn Leaves
Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread?

I enjoy all the seasons, but Autumn is my favorite season of all! I love when the temperatures begin to drop – the air becomes crisp in its feel and its smell. Often the humidity drops, along with the temperature. The days begin to slowly and subtly grow shorter. The leaves change color, providing a rainbow of reds, oranges, yellows, tans, purples, mixing in with the evergreens. Everything smells different, clean, earthy, fresh.

Windows are opened to air out the house and let the fresh cool air blow in after long hot summers. If cool enough, you can burn a fire – smelling the wood, and feeling the heat, and hearing the crackling and popping. You can smell your neighbors using their fireplaces – nothing like the smell of a wood-burning fire.

My favorite day is a day I can get up and put on a pair of blue jeans and a soft flannel shirt – my favorite attire if truth be told. 😉

Fall not only fills my heart with warmth, it typically rejuvenates me, kind of like a puppy let out during the first cold front! You know how they jump and frolic around, tails wagging, playing with whatever is available, just enjoying the moment? That would be me ☮

 

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I can’t wait!! 🙂

Petrichor


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Written for the word prompt: http://kellieelmore.com/2014/06/20/fwf-free-write-friday-word-prompt-4/ 

As she walked into the church, she could tell the storm was coming. It was cold and had already started to rain. How appropriate for the occasion.

During the service, it rained hard, with thunder and lightning all around. She couldn’t remember the last time it had stormed like this. Though it can be a little unsettling, it’s also so calming, too. She felt like she was in a fog, a nightmare of the worse kind – so unsettled.

Nothing she heard sounded right, whatever it was they were saying. She felt cold and numb. She was sniffling and shivering, was she getting sick? She had already lost her voice the day before. Finally the service was over, and the storm had passed, and the crowd headed out to the parking lot.

The smell of the air, its freshness & earthiness, the petrichor cleared her mind, and a small smile tried to creep in. Then she saw them bring out the tiny casket. The attempted smile disappeared, and in an effort to not focus on the coffin, she thought petrichor is such a depressing little world to describe something so cleansing and refreshing, as the tears began to roll down her cheeks.

 

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