#26 NaPoWriMo, Something Like…

Hello my lovely friends. Today’s challenge is to write a call and response poem. Enjoy.

Something Like

When I was
A young working man, many years ago.
I find myself,
Working in a mining tunnel far below.

We would cheer
Ourselves and to let the others know
We were still
Alive, would sing amidst explosions glow.

We sing something like ho ho ho
We shout something like no no no
We drive something like go go go
We do something like mo mo mo
We work something like pro pro pro
We wake something like foe foe foe
We learn something like woe woe woe
We love something like yo yo yo

Together all us
Men would sing over the powder blow.
As long as
We could sing we knew we had air flow.

We sing something like ho ho ho
We shout something like no no no
We drive something like go go go
We do something like mo mo mo
We work something like pro pro pro
We wake something like foe foe foe
We learn something like woe woe woe
We love something like yo yo yo

That simple song
To this day haunts me although
It’s been years
Ago. It covers me like a dark shadow.

We sing something like ho ho ho
We shout something like no no no
We drive something like go go go
We do something like mo mo mo
We work something like pro pro pro
We wake something like foe foe foe
We learn something like woe woe woe
We love something like yo yo yo

Sing that song
Over my grave and under the willow.
Let it be
My parting words…

We sing something like ho ho ho
We shout something like no no no…

With that second verse his lips slow.
And I start to sing very low…

We drive something like go go go
We do something like mo mo mo
We work something like pro pro pro
We wake something like foe foe foe…

This is where his last breath was bestow.
And I know because he let go of my elbow.

We learn something like woe woe woe
We love something like yo yo yo…

The tears begin to outflow…
I feel run over by a buffalo.
I turn to the window
and I see a rainbow.
Welcoming the commando.

I will go,
like a pro
And conquer the foe
And face my woe.
I will not take but a mo
They can not tell me no
And I shall give a hearty shout HO!!!
I again shall greet you with a mighty YO!!!

Well that was an interesting story was it not! >_< hahaha. I hope you are having a wonderful day. Keep smiling, it's simple gorgeous. [=

Allie ❤
Ps. Mo is defined as a short period of time. (E.I moment.) It's British or so says google. [=

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.” ― Markus Zusak

Through The Windows Of October #30

Hello again friends, tomorrow is the last day of this challenge. O= It’s rather shocking to be honest that I’ve been able to keep this challenge… Anywho today’s inspiration comes from my great, greatfather. Enjoy!!! ^_^

The Grave yard

The Strong Man

I can still see the cold,
Dark headstone,
Laying on the ground.

I remember the dirt,
The wind,
hardly making a sound.

I see the flowers dead with decay.
I remember holding my tears at bay.

The last time I saw him,
I was sick and asleep…

He was doing fine,
Able, everything to keep.

Then out of the blue…
The phone rang out…

He had gone to heaven,
With a great shout!!!

His loved ones didn’t know,
That would be his last day.

When that Friday came…

He had been slightly ill,
But he was better,
And going home until…

He turned for the worse,
Never making a comeback.

We got the call,
From someone with tack…

They said he’s gone…

We cried…
There,
As a family.

We packed our bags,
Going the next day,
headed for the funeral.

Then we stood by the grave…

The light was dim…
Death…
Is so grim…

I would have never guessed,
That sickness would take him…

My strong Papa…

He was a fighter!
He would never give up!!!

He was a war hero.
He wrote ancestry books.

He had these far away looks…
My grandfather a strong man.

Back when I had peach fuzz for hair,
and my grandmother gave me a Teddy bear.

I remember my grandfather sitting in his chair,
Telling stories, sharing memories of a time gone past.

I loved going to visit with them,
I would do anything to visit them again…

The flashbacks helpped me through the funeral…
I stood in the wind twirling all around.

The leaves all falling to the ground,
It was hard looking around…
Seeing life dying all about.

It’s been a few years now,
I remember the details somehow.

The grave sight,
The guns fired,
The dim overcast light.

I can still see the pond,
The birds flying off beyond.

I can see the other headstones,
And feel their cold, dusty bones…

The people I have never met,
Who let their hand set,
On shoulders, on knees…

People everywhere are crying,
I wished to be a bird flying.

I want to escape this moment,
And their empty comment.

I just want to be alone…
It’s okay for me to frown…

Getting lost in the memories,
And one of my grandfathers stories.

Thank you for reading. Today’s picture is actually a picture my great grandfather took! (I believe it was during WW2 but I’m not 100% sure.) He was an amazing photographer! I really miss him but I hope to live a full life like he did. I’ll be back tomorrow with a new post. I’m sorry if this is a bit scatter brained… The grieving mind is a wonder to make any sense of. Keep your chins up dearies! ^_^

Feel free to like, share and comment. [=

Princess Allie ❤