Just Jot it January. The rules are easy!
My friend has gone to Iceland leaving me behind
My friend has gone to Iceland I think this rather unkind!
My tummy is a grumbling and head is still so sore
I thought I might feel better by, now but I feel worse than before.
My vampire bear is sulking
He is sharpening his fangs and practicing skulking!
My friend has gone to Iceland leaving me behind
My friend has gone to Iceland I think this rather unkind!
Now before I start in earnest the first video is dedicated to Phil Everly who died yesterday, 4th January.
Everly Brothers
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The Queen of Dreams
Tossed upon the Sea of Dream’s
Is the fairest of all fairy queens.
The most amazing sight you have seen
Hair of red loosed, rosary beads of green
From her head and down her hair
Slips the crown that she is used to wear.
Say you what is this to us, but have a care
Our lives depend on how she will fair
On the sea of dreams out there.
She is the fairy queen of dreams
She nurtures our hopes and all our schemes.
She it is who stills our screams
When evil haunts us in our wildest dreams.
Then gently leads us to quieter scenes.
So listen close and have a care for if she drowns out there
Upon the sea of dreams we’ll not be safe asleep anywhere.
There must be a hero in dream land somewhere
Who can rush out and rescue the likes of her.
We need our fairy queen so very very fair.
https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/09/14/the-queen-of-dreams/
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Dr Martin Luther’s speech
West Life
Sweet dreams Eurythmics
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The Dream Chatcher
Every night while we all sleep
Across the lake her nets she casts deep
But it is not fish but our dreams
Our hopes, needs and all our schemes.
Secret birds of the night
Spy her whilst on their endless flight.
Why does she spend every night
Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.
She is waif like she is fair ,
She is heart broken and full of disrepair .
Why does she always cast her net at night
Shying away from us all and avoiding all light.
Secret birds of the night
Spy her whilst on their endless flight.
Why does she spend every night
Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.
Once like us she walked in the light
This was before she was condemned to endless night.
She had a lover who she worshiped and adored
Yet he betrayed and left her though she wept and implored.
Secret birds of the night
Spy her whilst on their endless flight.
Why does she spend every night
Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.
Anger and jealousy beset her she could not live
She could not breath or think without her lover
In rage she sort him out and she did discover
He was wrapped in the legs and arms of another.
Secret birds of the night
Spy her whilst on their endless flight.
Why does she spend every night
Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.
She cut them deep, she bled them dry
And as she did all she could do was cry.
She screamed at the Sun to no longer shine on her
She begged the Night to keep her and never let this hurt reoccur
Secret birds of the night
Spy her whilst on their endless flight.
Why does she spend every night
Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.
The God of love and goodness took pity on her
Set her to fishing for dreams and hopes her soul to repair.
So this endless task is hers, never to be free
Of all the hopes and dreams that escape from you and me
Secret birds of the night
Spy her whilst on their endless flight.
Why does she spend every night
Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.
https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/08/17/the-dream-catcher/
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Mama Cass Elliot
California Dreaming Mamas and the Papas
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Cloud House
Gently springing through the clouds skipping stones
Escape at last the hustle bustle and the mobile phones.
Finally all weights are lifted from your shoulders
Your are free now to enjoy dreams let your heart grow bolder.
Worries, leave them all behind, forget harsh words they are so unkind
Cut the ties that keep you back and undo the ribbons that you to the earth do bind
Smile and lift your arms up heavenward and float into the midnight sky
Lease your dreams and wishes now and up to your cloud house fly
From the tree to the door skip those stones, there are four.
Wave to the two geese in the yellow sky
And envy the ride in the balloon as it sails by.
Relinquish those worries and watch your spirits soar!
https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/08/30/cloud-house/
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Dreams Fleetwood Mac
Nightmare before Christmas Burton’s original poem
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The night creepers
They are fogging my mind, clawing at my eyes making me blind.
Ripping through my brain exposing my soul and raping my mind.
Clouding my vision and pinning me down, kicking away my pedestal and stealing my crown.
Clawing and scratching , fumbling and pawing, delving into my dreams knocking me to the ground.
Relentless perusing me never giving up. Bleeding me dry gnawing my bones
Drowning me slowly holding me down dragging my nakedness over the stones
Pounding , pounding grinding away. Sucking out my marrow by night and by day.
Slowly they are removing the soul out of me.
Pinning me down making sure I shall never, ever be free.
https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/08/13/the-night-creepers/
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Nightmare on Elm Street
Midsummer’s night’s dream Ballet by Menselssohn
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Dream Bubble
The sky is almost indigo with wispy clouds outside my cage,
Inside there are bubbles that I blow,blow, blow.Sitting here I burn incandescent with rage,rage, rage.
Oh! how many bubbles I do not know but inside each, taught emotions grow,grow,grow.
How many thoughts can you sow unto barren cold ground?? They cannot grow, grow, grow.
My black hair flows in the wind that through my cage blows, blows, blows
A red trim in my hair flows.
I am wearing a black bask with ostrich feather trim trim trim.
It makes my bust look good and my waist thin, thin, thin!
Sitting here on my silver swing,
I look at my sexy purple leather knee high boots, boots, boots.
I count the bubbles, grief, loss, anger, pain and irritation.
Some of the bubbles are bursting and water drips from them like irrigation.
Below my cage the ocean ebbs and flows
Deep and dark and with the liquid from my bubbles it grow, grows, grows.
Lets blow some more bubbles greed, avarice,lust,
Why yes those three are a must, must,must.
I am tired of sitting here on my own.
Lonely grows she who sits here on the swing throne, throne, throne.
A few more bubbles pride, prejudice loathing, enough, now like my bubbles I shall roam,roam, roam
https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/10/15/dream-bubble/
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The Dream
The other night while flying high across the cold black winter’s sky I saw a cluster of stars, they winked at me from afar. I was curious to see just why they winked when they saw me.
The tiny cluster of stars which were grouped together just south of Mars were celebrating with delight the shiny furnament of night.
The twinkling sparkling dancing light leapt from side to side across the night. I joined in and leapt and played and lazily from star to planet I flipped and swayed. Spinning through the universe the view from Rhea is diverse. Looking out into the distance I noticed a planet which looked so blue .
Such vibrant colours it promised me ,
I could not resist I had to go and see.
As I grew near it was clear to see the blue, blue planet looked sad to me.
Gently reaching out
I asked how all it sadness had come about.
With all it worries on its shoulders
It told me how its’ people had let it moulder
They have worked it too hard and emptied it out
And broken its back it was exhausted of that there is no doubt.
I was grief stricken and could not understand how could this of come about.
They had broken a hole in its ozone and now it’s Sun was burning it’s land
Shifting the seasons as famine and death walked fast
Hand in hand. Why would they do this to you I asked.
Why would they repay you with grief , why
Why would they condemn their planet to die.
Why do they not understand
That what they have, had was a gift given from God’s own hand.
How could they have laid this poor planet so low.
It broke my heart but I needed to know.
The answer is not a pretty one ,
Greed, war and ignorance have strutted too long
Now the resources of this planet are nearly all gone.
I awoke with a start but I instantly knew
That what my dream was telling me was true.
We are loosing our planet our mother earth
We have used her and abused her and forgotten her worth.
I really don’t know if it is too late .
If it is the outcome is too fearful to contemplate.
https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/10/02/the-dream/
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Zager and Eveans in thr Year 2525
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