Turning Tables – Adele November Songs

Adele is one of my all-time favourite artists.

This is, alas, the end of November Songs.  I wish to thank you all for offering up a selection of thought-provoking music, in which to take part.  It has been a delightful pleasure indeed.  I also thank each of you, dear readers, for following along.  Interpretation pertaining to each song by each writer has been individual and so interesting to follow.

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I thought our future strong

That you were the only one

Until you belittled and put me down

Or you sliced me up without a sound

I’m not what you would make of me

I never was, I never could be

For I don’t want to keep up with all

The ups and downs that you so enthrall

Affection, love, devotion, strong

Are what we needed to build on

Not the wall to shut me out

Leaving me filled with such doubt

Always keeping me at arm’s length

Until finally I admit defeat with strength

I held on hoping you would see

What you were doing to me

I shall go on, alone for a time if I must

Perhaps then find someone else to entrust

All that I have to give and share

Enjoying a life beyond compare




Hunger of the Pine by alt j November songs

I couldn’t watch the accompanying video with the song.  Took me two days to finally come up with words as it was too violent for me.

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I am sensitive to your every word

Listening intently they cut like a sword

Or touch my soul as though melodious

Delightful and graciously harmonious

Your presence is precious and dear

I delight in having you so near

That we may share our affection strong

Racing together down life’s path headlong

Loving you is reason enough

All others advances to rebuff

You are my one true love

May we never be neglectful of

The moments that we have to share

For they are magic and light as air

















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A faded rose she had become

But instead, happy not glum

Her life had been enriched

By experiences she’d stitched

Together through the fabric of time

Each and everyone so sublime

A scrapbook of fun and games

Embolden by the flames

Of deepest love care and devotion

That surrounded her like an ocean

Filled with memories as precious

Richest jewels and as precocious

A vibrant richness had unfolded

Like bright fireworks exploded

Her time upon the earth was pure

Hence no reason to demure

This life to her had been a gift

Even though it’s passing oh so swift






Culture 2

I was barely awake when I wrote my poem this morning.

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Daily life and social customs

As Canada is so diverse both historically and ethnically, we don’t have a single national culture a melting-pot or ‘stew’ if you will, with very distinctive flavours from hundreds of influences making up the ‘larger’ Canadian culture.

Although French and English share equally ‘official-language status’, the particular culture of an area is generally a reflection of the dominant language; thus, French influences are confined largely to Quebec and New Brunswick.

Canada’s aboriginal peoples also maintain their own distinctive cultures, particularly in the North, and immigrants have both integrated into Canadian daily life and continued to maintain some unique elements of their ancestral homelands. Still, the country unites to celebrate Canada Day (July 1), which commemorates the formation of the country in 1867.

Dishes popular in French areas—for example, poutine (french fries covered in gravy and topped with cheese) and meat pies such as tourtières and paté à la rapure (with beef, chicken, or clams).

Just thought I’d add a little of our “culture” which is so flamboyant and often celebrated with flair.  Hope you enjoyed this look into Canadian culture, as minute as it is.



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Some are so lucky to have a heritage that is culturally rich while others simply wish they did.

I am a lover of culture what can I say

Whether it be music,painting, philosophy

So enriching to your mind’s eye

I suppose it is the reason why

I troll the internet daily for

Interesting subjects and much more

That bring pleasure to me and all who see

The charming differences that there be






Nathan 45

Nathan stopped at a specialty coffee shop and bought two coffee and handed one across to Emma. “How do you want to play this Harrison angle?”

“It depends on how he responds, whether he knows anything, or has Marks notes.”

They sat a few minutes and then Nathan drove to his address.  “Ah, here we are.”

They walked toward the house, and Nathan dropped his head and said, “You notice someone was looking out the window?”

Smiling serenely up at Nathan Emma nodded, “Yes.  Anxious?”


“Certainly makes me wonder what he knows.”  The hair on Nathan’s arms was standing up.  “There’s something here, alright.”

“I have that squiggly silver shiver that runs through my body when something is ‘off’,”Emma admitted.

At their knock, the door opened and a sketchy looking man slightly shorter than Nathan but exceedingly thin stood before them.

“Mr. Harrison, I’m Emma Banks and this is Nathan.”

“Sandra mentioned you might drop by.  Come in.  I haven’t got a lotta time ’cause I have an appointment.”

Emma sat beside Nathan on the sofa and explained as she had done with Ms. Fraser then asked what he thought about Mr. Marks demise and whether they’d discussed the particulars together.

His immediate response was denial, but the way he avoided eye contact and the constant manner in which he fidgeted and moved had her wondering.  “Mr. Harrison, Mr. Wannabaker and I are equally concerned regarding Mr. Mark’s untimely death.  Mr. Wannabaker mentioned that some of Mr. Marks notes were missing.  Did he leave them with you by chance?”

“Look, I really don’t want to get into any of this.  If I give you his notes will you walk away, leave me alone, and never come back?  Never mention me in your article?”

“Certainly if that is your wish.  I have to ask, Mr. Harrison, what is making you so nervous?”

“Rob and I were friends since grade school.  We talked about every damn thing.  We were closer than brothers.  He told me he thought he’d been followed a couple of times, and his real concern was Sandra.  At first, I thought he was paranoid.  Even though I couldn’t figure out how this unfortunate woman’s death could possibly carry that much weight and concern.”

“After that, he started to dig.  The more he worked on the information, connections he was making, the weirder he got.  Then a day before the accident, he dropped by unexpected like, asked me to keep his notes.  Said if anything happened to him, watch out for Sarah. Then he was gone.”

“Far as I know, nothing happened with Sarah.  I kept watching over her, making excuses to phone or drop by.  Then she asked me to give her time, she couldn’t deal with me around, said I reminded her of all the good times we’de shared together.  So I stopped going, stopped calling even.”

“Then I realized why Robert was scared.  He wasn’t paranoid, he wasn’t freaking out.  Someone started following me and someone broke in my place.  I hid Robert’s notes and they wouldn’t find them. Ever.  So I’m kinda relieved to pass them off.  I didn’t know whether to take them to his boss or what to do.  You are welcome to them.” With that, he rose from his chair and disappeared.

“That certainly explains the nerves,” Emma whispered.

“The real question is how would anyone know Marks had handed anything of importance over to Harrison.  That’s the question.”  Nathan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Within moments Mr. Harrison had returned.  “Here, this is what he left with me.  Take them and please don’t come back, don’t mention me, don’t call, I’m out. I have a woman I’m serious about and as long as this is hanging over me, could possibly harm her, I can’t move on.”

“I’m sorry about Robert, truly.  I never expected any of this fall-out.  I’m not equipped to ask the right questions of the right people.  Maybe you can.”

Emma thanked him and rose to leave.  Nathan handed his card across under the guise of shaking hands and at Mr. Harrison’s surprised look, winked and walked away whispering quietly, “Call. Use a work phone.”

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The Fray – Look After You November Songs

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I want you in my life, come with me

Thou’ I’m sure we won’t always agree

I’ll take care of you and you of me

And we shall together always be

I’ll support you be your shoulder

If you’re ever feeling insecure

You’ll be the rock that grounds

All the thoughts that abound

Together we support each other

Always seeking the answers together

Nathan 44

As Nathan drove up to Sandra Fraser’s address, he parked out front on the road. Emma detailed what Mr. Wannabaker had explained regarding Robert Marks and Sandra Fraser.  His nod told her he got what she was about.

At their knock, the door opened almost immediately and Ms. Fraser was obviously prepared for their visit.  Emma noted a lovely young blond haired blue eyed woman, delicate in stature and just above 4 1/2 feet tall.  Noting the lingering sadness in her beautiful eyes, Emma reached out a hand to introduce herself, then Nathan.

“Please come in,” Ms. Fraser stepped back and gestured toward the front room.  As she entered, Emma was struck by the lovely mix the room contained.  Some antique furniture along with a few more modern pieces, but they contained a hint of by-gone years.

“Thank you very much, Ms. Fraser, for agreeing to meet with me.  I’m not sure how much Mr. Wannamaker has explained.. .”she left the sentence hanging.

“He said you are looking into Sylvia Westwood’s death,” after a shaky pause she continued, “and that you feel my fiancee’s death might be related.”

“I’m more inclined to believe that considering a recent ‘accident’ I was involved in.  However, it was Detective James and Morris who suggested the possibility.” At her nod, Emma continued, “I know this must still be painful for you and it’s my wish to cover the questions at hand as delicately if possible.”

“Please, ask.  Mr. Wannamaker is a considerate man.  I’ve been dealing with what happened, it isn’t as achingly raw as it once was.  What do you need to know?”

“I was wondering if Mr. Marks ever discussed this story, in particular with you.   If he might have said anything to indicate who he thought was involved.”

“No, not really.  Although a few days before the article went to print, and after as well, he was edgy, nervous.  I thought at first it was due to the excitement and wedding plans.  It was a daunting occasion as both families hold decidedly different viewpoints.  He even joked about running to Vegas to get married.”  She smiled when she said that.

“Did he leave any notes behind that might shed some light on the situation?”

“No, but he did say that in the unlikely event of his death, I should talk to Ed Harrison, a close friend of his from school.  He was to be our best man.” She coughed in an attempt to hold back the tears.  “I haven’t done so, because I didn’t see any relevance, but also because Ed’s hurting as much as I am.  Perhaps that’s cowardice but it is what it is.”

“Do you think that Mr. Harrison would be open to seeing me?”

“I phoned him right after you called.  He’s half expecting you now.”  She rose and picked up a piece of paper with his name, address and phone number attached.  “He said he’d be ok with talking to you about Rob.”

Rising, Emma walked to her and held out her arms.  Nathan was surprised when the woman walked into them and wrapped Emma up in a warmly firm hug.  “I was really dreading this moment, afraid it might overwhelm me again.  Somehow, meeting with you has had an alternate effect. Simply knowing someone else cares. . . ”

“I do care, Miss Fraser, because he deserves justice and you deserve answers. Everything I’ve learned about Mr. Marks suggests a dedicated reporter, uncompromisingly honest and fair.”

As she accompanied them to the door she said, “Ms. Banks, please take care.  If what happened to Robert was related to Sylvia Westwood’s death, then you could be placing yourself in grave danger.”

“I’ll be fine, Ms. Fraser, I have a secret weapon.”  She rubbed a hand up and down Nathan’s arm and smiled.

“Good luck to you both, then.”

“Would you, would you mind letting me know what you find?”

“Indeed, when I have answers, you’ll have answers, I promise.”

Emma leaned against Nathan as they returned to his vehicle.  “She strikes me as a very brave young woman, and a really great fit for Mr. Marks.”

“Yes, Emma, she does.  We need to find her answers and end this cycle of grief.  It may be only marginal now, but it’s there and it’s tainting her life.”

“I think so too, Nathan.”

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How I long for the days when with vigor

I was sharp fast and so much quicker

Never a thought about moving along

Then I was a virtual amazon

When I required some get-up and go

I was on the move never once slow

Now I move with style and grace

That is how I choose to embrace

The external changes that have come over me

Even though my thoughts race constantly

This slower gentler quieter one

Oh how I lament all I should have done

I don’t know where my get up and go has gone