Victoria Gets Rapping

It’s that time again, ladies and gentlemen.  It’s Friday song day.  One of our regular Ragtag Daily Prompt contributors, Victoria Stuart, has written and recorded some raps recently.  If there is a fancy name for this poetry style, I have no idea what it is.  Anyway, I was really taken with both her poem, Korean BBQ (Can I Get a To-Go Box), and her performance, so I thought it would make a perfect choice for my Friday song day.

Click here to go to Victoria’s Soundcloud recording.
Here is a link to her poem as well. 

It’s got groove.  It’s got rhythm.  It’s got heart.  It’s got everything.  I could say that a star is a born but that would be a different song.  Hope you like it and have a good weekend.

Regards.
Tracy.

Stir The Mountain Pygmy Possum

In Australia, the expression ‘to stir the possum’ means to stir up trouble, controversy, or interest in an issue.  So I thought I would use that expression to generate awareness of the critically endangered mountain pygmy possum.  There are less than 2000 mountain pygmy possums left in the wild and their survival is on a knife’s edge.  What a tragedy it would be if they were lost to us forever.  I have just completed my mountain pygmy possum mosaic and am excited to share it with you.  Then, one thing led to another, and I had to write a poem for them too.  There is always hope and as usual, good people are working hard to try to save them.  Find out more about these incredible little marsupials and how you can help them here.  Now for the poem. Read more

He – Red Capped Robin

I don’t know why my husband and I felt compelled to stop at the old cemetery on that fateful blustery day.  Maybe it was our shared sense of impending doom.  Maybe we were tempting fate.  We certainly didn’t go there to take photos.  So maybe it was intuition, a guiding hand.  The power of the robin.  He.  Red-capped robin. Read more

Dream Lover

When I first started blogging, I realised I had to take some photos to accompany my words.  Now, after nearly two years of blogging (how is that possible?), I search for words to accompany my photos.  This blogging business has also re-ignited my True Love’s passion for his own photography.  He hasn’t been this happy in a long time.  Maybe we will find what we are looking for someday. Read more

The End Is Nigh My Flower

One must not be subtle or delicate about climate emergencies.

Who shall dry my tears
when the flowers are gone?
Not the morally bankrupt,
nor the weekend warriors.
Caught in your own bubble
of flattery and deceit.
Walk into my parlour.  Take
your seat. Parliament is now in session
and treachery abounds.
Watch your step, watch your back,
said the spider to the clown.
What goes around, comes around.
Earth, she will not wait. Read more

Keepsake

In the interests of posting more flower photos and sharing memories, I present to you some rose photos.

I have four lovely rose bushes at my house.  All but one was given to us.  One by our mum/mum-in-law — a treasured possession.  Friends gave us another (Homage to Barbara) when she (the mother-in-law, not the friend) died.  Ever practical, like the woman herself, the flower heads just drop off when they are done.  Barb would have appreciated the joke.  The third rose was also given to us by a friend.  It was one of the roses planted in the Rose Gardens at Old Parliament House (Canberra), but it was culled from the garden to make way for more healthy stock.  Their loss, our gain, don’t you think? Read more