Michael Jackson Live!

AnElephantCant claim to be the biggest fan
Of this undoubtedly talented lil dude who moon-walked and twirled
But between he and you
He agrees that it is true
We are the children and we are the world

Michael Jackson by AnElephantCant

Michael Jackson by AnElephantCant

Michael Jackson Live!

Camping de la Baie, Friday night, un très grand spectacle.
Michael Jackson Live (if that is the right word) on stage.
I have to admit he is looking good.
He has put on a few pounds since his untimely death in 2009.

Michael Jackson by AnElephantCant

Michael Jackson by AnElephantCant

His dancing is unmistakeable, creative and energetic.
The vocals are indistinguishable from the original.
I am sure you get my meaning.
He performed all the old favourites, did more costume changes than you can shake a stick at, and had children and adults dancing alongside him.

Michael Jackson by AnElephantCant

Michael Jackson by AnElephantCant

His ‘We are the World’ had droves of kids singing along,  standing and swaying, with hands in the air.

Sadly, your reporter’s photography does not do justice to a pretty fun show.
Although he loves how even the very youngest dressed for the occasion.
Cool hat!

Michael Jackson fan by AnElephantCant

Michael Jackson fan by AnElephantCant

To summarise.
Michael Jackson Lives.
It’s all Rock n Roll, man!

Michael Jackson by AnElephantCant

Michael Jackson by AnElephantCant

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The Trip – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant:

AnElephantCant forget that great trip
When he goes to the US of A
Then he climbs up a ladder
All the way to Can-ada
He wants to go back there some day

Originally posted on Sound Bite Fiction :

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
I am travelling again this week, but not through time.
Just remembering a trip I once made across the great waters.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.

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The Trip

Pete and I decide to do the USA, just the two of us.
We are surprised but unconcerned to see Marie at the airport.
She is pretty and lively, but this is a guy’s trip, we don’t expect to see her after we land in San Francisco.
But, somehow, she is there when we ride the cable cars, and visit the Golden Gate and Alcatraz.
When we eventually move north to Portland, Oregon, she tags along.

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moonbeams

carousel spinning by anelephantcant

carousel spinning by anelephantcant

I think of the pictures that dance in my head
I guess I am speaking of dreams
They visit in the hours I’m asleep in my bed
And I know they are flakes of moonbeams 

Sometimes I awaken and ask them to speak
They hide shyly in the corners of the night
I imagine with a smile that they play hide and seek
Staying forever just out of my sight 

They tantalise me though they are not quite real
They slide behind or just under the dark
Tormenting my vision until I start to feel
I see the shadow of a day in the park
 

I visit grey places where I am but a transient
Streets I walked in my youth with old friends
My footsteps as soft as a butterfly’s intent
Till the chill fog once more gently descends 

I fancy a carousel spinning high in the sky
Amid
wonderful places unknown
The clouds and the crowds serenely float by
And
 as always I am left all alone 

I recall those life-changing all night conversations
But great wisdom remains sadly unsaid
I glimpse the rising sun’s pink dawn sensations
As I ephemerally walk by the Med 

For that fraction of all time I am happy as a child
My toes feel sand and the kiss of the sea
My heart and my soul carefree running wild
I dream of her and how things used to be

 

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Laundrette – Friday Fictioneers

AnElephantCant:

AnElephantCant go to the Laundrette
He does not visit such places as those
It’s not what you think
It is just that he’s pink
And AnElephant does not wear any clothes

Originally posted on Sound Bite Fiction :

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
I have no idea what this week’s enigmatic picture prompt is.
But, thank you, Claire, it does make me think.
And I know what I see.
The idea is to write a story of around 100 words based on this picture, below.

© Claire Fuller © Claire Fuller

Laundrette

The laundrette sits opposite the little café in the square.
I am clueless with these machines.
The instructions, of course, are in French, which today I have trouble reading.
The two elderly ladies are so helpful, so keen to impress the bumbling, charming foreigner.
They explain where to put the washing powder.
I have none?
They provide it.
Fabric softener?
They provide it.
They explain the dials, competing for my attention and approval.
It is all too easy.

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Forewarned – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant:

AnElephantCant always be funny
And occasionally he can’t dream up a rhyme
It’s not that he’s thick
And he is rarely sick
But there are days when he just can’t find the time

Originally posted on Sound Bite Fiction :

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
Time, and time travel, is something which I, and many others, find fascinating.
Which makes it an ideal subject for Sound Bite Fiction.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.

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Forewarned

Time travel is fun.
I have been to the future three times now, just to make sure my machine works.
I travel to and from an empty apartment I have on a long term lease.
I avoid any possibility of conflict, merely observe from the windows.
Everything seems to be in order.
So I decide I want to do more, to interact.
I stay close to my own time, I don’t want to be unaware…

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falling in love

apart by anelephantcant

apart by anelephantcant

falling in love is a magical thing
like springtime an inspirational start
but when my tears fall like brown autumn leaves
how can I mend what you’ve done to my heart

the joy I feel when we are together
fears the grey doubt when we are apart
and now you are gone with no hope of return
how can I mend what you’ve done to my heart

each time that we meet I am dazzled anew
a Mona Lisa of natural art
but no artist ever born can paint over the ache
or help me mend what you’ve done to my heart

these are the questions I have no answers for
how can I possibly live through this pain
how can I mend what you’ve done to my heart
how can I fall in love ever again

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Animal Channel – Friday Fictioneers

AnElephantCant:

AnElephantCant deny he’s a big dude
No one can describe him as frail
And when he blows his nose
He knows he really blows
But not as impressively as a beautiful whale

Originally posted on Sound Bite Fiction :

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
She also selects, with impeccable taste, the photo prompt.
Thank you, ma’am.
The idea is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture below.

© C. E. Ayr © C. E. Ayr

Animal Channel

I don’t like this place, she complains, and I don’t like your friend.
Alain is cool, I say, it’s the TV channel that bugs you.
My favourite café always shows wildlife programs, often with graphic scenes of carnivores feasting.
He could be a serial killer or something, she says, isn’t that how they all start, torturing animals?
We have many differences.
After she returns to Vancouver I am disappointed, but unsurprised, when she stops communicating.
But I am surprised to see her face on the news, under the headline:
Canadian…

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