Song Lyric Sunday. Sleep.

This week Jim Adams of Newepiauthor has given us the Song Lyric Sunday prompt : Dream Lullaby Sleep.

This week I have chosen my favourite singer songwriter Imogen Heap‘s Sleep.

This is one of my favourite relaxation tracks hope you all enjoy it.đź’ś

“Sleep”

How can it feel so nice?
Why does it feel so right?
I think I’ve been somewhere special
I want to go back there

Sleep
I think I will
Go back to sleep

Oh it’s so cold and shivery outside my cocoon
Now I’m on my way

Sleep
Oh sleep
Sleep

Lyrics from A to Z lyrics

#songlyricsunday.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS August 24/19

Before him stood another disaster.

Between you and me I believe that he

Really enjoys being stressed out.

Above the sun shines bright

Below rain falls down

On his sad head

Misery

Loves him

So.

Our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “preposition” Start your post with any preposition. Bonus points if you end with one too. Enjoy!

This is part of Lindaghill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. # SoCs.

Thursday photo prompt: Mirror #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows green trees that ring a still pool. The sun shines brightly through the branches, casting a perfect reflection…and on the surface of the water, rainbows dance.

Mirror.

Lisa was missing Hope she had not been separated from her since she had given birth to her. It had taken all her strength of will to leave her with Leona.

As the sun rose higher in the sky she went to fetch water from a near by pool. When she arrived it was silent and still, the water deep and blue. The trees and the bushes reflecting green with the blue sky framing the pool. Lisa was captivated by the stillness and the beauty of pool.

Setting down the pots she had with her she knelt and looked into the water. Of a sudden it went black and Lisa felt cold, colder than she had ever felt.

The waters began to swirl and bubble before clearing. As she watched the water she became aware of four faces looking straight at her.

Lisa jumped back in horror realising that she was looking at the faces of the Originals of the Four Vampire Houses. At first she thought they could see her, and she drew back in fear.

To her relief they seemed not see her. she could hear and see all that they could. Following their line of sight she saw that they were inside a cave, filled with thousands of Vampires, some sleeping, some feeding on poor unfortunates, some having sex but all looking evil, so evil. Really this concerned her because she knew that individually they where not wholly evil. Mathew he was tender and gentle with Rachel. But these creatures of the night seemed to be infected with a hate and disregard for all except themselves. Their eyes devoid of all feeling or any soul. they might of had left in them. Any vestiges of humanity that they might of had was now long nollified by sheer blood lust.

A chilling thought struck Lisa, Mathew had been traveling with these soulless creatures. How was he fairing, was any of his tiny new born spark of humanity left.

As she watch she heard the ancients discuss their plans though she could not understand everything they said because they were using the old language.

She listened carefully to what they were saying committing every word she recognised to memory.

As she sat there a mist seeped into the the clearing unoticed by Lisa. Encircling and chilling her to the bone. Too late Lisa knew what was happening. The four ancients looked straight at her from the pool their eyes glowing red . The mist engulfed her and she felt the coldness of thousands of hands clawing at her and heard a thousand voices screaming for blood and war.

At that point Lisa fainted. Of a sudden the mist was gone and the pool cleared . Once again it became serene and beautiful a mirror reflecting it’s green and blue surroundings. A perfect rainbow danced on the water and all was calm under the sun.

The waters parted and a woman emerged from the centre of the pool. She approached Lisa, she washed Lisa’s blooded body then lifting her, she bore Lisa and her pots back to were the army was camped.

***********

To be continued.

If you wish to read Lisa’s and Rachel’s story up to this point you can find it here.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge.

One-Liner Wednesday 21 August 2019.

It was Pilates this morning only the second lesson I have managed since the sepsis. Discussing how I was feeling, I mentioned my arm, back and foot as problem areas.

Teacher: which is worse?

Me : well me foot is a pain in the neck!

Teacher: your right! what have I been telling you for months it all connected.

This is part of Lindaghill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Wordless Wednesday. 21 August. Wedding Anniversary.

1967 first date.

21/August/1971 Wedding.

Twittering Tales #150 – 20 August 2019. Sweet Release.

Photo by Felipe Ribeiro at Pexels.com.

Sweet Release.

She awoke was she alone? Three days she had been captive. He’d raped, beaten and left her in her own mess. He was here, his breath on her neck. Then a siren went off, “no” he cursed. “It’s too early”as the water rushed in through the holes. Thank God death, was preferably to him.
(281 Characters)

This is part of Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.

Template: Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 141 #PhotoPrompt

Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay

A Final Warning.

Dead

Starfish

On the beach

Are a message

Tell me who’ll listen

The bottle glints brightly

In un-natural hot sun

It too holds a message for us

Our planet is dying as we watch

We were custodians but we have failed.

Can

We heed

The message

Is it too late

Are we spoilers

Is this our sole fate

Can we save the planet

Rescue the land and the seas

Hark the note in the bottle please

Time is galloping away from us

Stop the rape and plunder of mother earth.

********

The above is my entry to Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Today is the middle Tuesday of the month and I am delighted to say it means we have a picture prompt. Thank you Colleen this one is a beauty which we can take in many directions. I have chosen a Butterfly Etheree , I feel the Butterfly is apt because I have chosen to use the message in the bottle as a warning. We have polluted our seas with plastic and chemicals, injuring and killing our aquatic wildlife. We are mining, deforesting and poisoning the earth and burning a hole in the ozone allowing climate change, It is real. I have not even touched on the ward we are waging.

We (humans) are the cause whether we intend to be or not. We must act now or lose our beautiful home.

Love to you all.

Weekly Song Challenge, Week 27!

The Rules

Copy rules and add to your own post, pinging back to Lauravent69

Post music videos for your answers to the musical questions.

Tag two people to participate!

The Songs

Post a video of a song that’s perfect when you’re feeling overwhelmed.

Post a video of a song you’d find humorous if it came on while making whoopie.

Post a video of a protest song.

Tag! You’re It! Anyone who fancys a go do join in .

Let’s see what you come up with!

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #267 Marvelous&Terrific

5 years of consecutive weekly prompts.

© willowdot21

Marvelous flowers

Gifted to me by the most

Terrific best friend.

Delicate soft hues

Marvelous nature speaks loud

Of kindness gifted.

Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku.

Song Lyric Sunday 17/8/2019.

This week for #songlyricsunday our host Jim Adams of Newepiauthor said: “Choose a song with the name of another group or singer in the Lyrics.”

My first song choice is Electric Trains from UK Group Squeeze. In mentions Julie Andrews, actress and singer and Jerry Garcia lead guitarist and songwriter from the Grateful Dead. There is even a nod to Bill Hayley and Rock around the Clock.

Electric Trains

When I was crowned a mama’s boy by friends I didn’t like
I made a meal of trips to school upon my father’s bike
I used to sit between his legs perched on a piece of wood
And if it ever rained on us, I’d slip beneath his hood
And at home, the radio was on
From Julie Andrews (Out of my head)
To Jerry Garcia (Playing the Dead)
Life was all fun and games (Fun and games)
(Out of my head) I was out of my head
(Under the bed) And underneath my bed
(Playing the Dead) Playing with electric trains
(Electric trains)
At home the stereo was on
My head was filled with rock
I played a willow cricket bat guitar
And soloed round the clock
My records stacked up in a pile
Collected from the charts and the Top of The Pops
From Julie Andrews (Out of my head)
To Jerry Garcia (Playing the Dead)
Life was all fun and games (Fun and games)
(Out of my head) I was out of my head
(Under the bed) And underneath my bed
(Playing the Dead) Playing with electric trains
(Electric trains)
Kneeling with torchlight shining before me
In bed with my eyeballs stuck in readers’ wives
Pubic hairs proudly counted every day
Many took their story out into the Milky Way
I chased the girls and made them cry, my hair grew down my back
The passing of my teenage years were spent down in the sack
I played guitar and formed a band, I puked up all night long
As people came to sit and stare while I raced through my songs
The Sound of Music passed me by
Just like the Grateful Dead
From Julie Andrews (Out of my head)
To Jerry Garcia (Playing the Dead)
Life was all fun and games (Fun and games)
(Out of my head) I was out of my head
(Under the bed) And underneath my bed
(Playing the Dead) Playing with electric trains
(Electric trains)
Oh, electric trains
(Out of my head)
(Under the bed)
(Playing the Dead)
(Out of my head)
(Under the bed)
(Playing the Dead)
(Out of my head)

AToZ Lyrics

Then the great dance song Move like Jagger as in Mick Jagger by Maroon 5.

Okay I went over the top last week so I am stopping there . Have fun everyone, happy Sunday.

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