Truthful Tuesday: Space 🚀.

Welcome to Truthful Tuesday, a prompt originally set by PCGuyIV, covered by Melanie and now hosted by Di at Pensitivity101 until PCGuy1V wants to take it back.

This week’s question is: Would you like to go up in to space?

Hell yes! I wish!

I want to fly a star fighter I want Starbuck’s uniform.

I wanted to fight the Cylons watch their ships in flames over Orion at dawn.

I wanted to fly beyond the speed of light, and curse swear and fight.

I wanted to play cards and drink into the night. I wanted to straith the Cylon’s rebirthing ship with diagonal fire.

To wipe them out is my heart’s desire.

I wanted to argue with my superiors and blow smoke in their faces.

I can do their jobs and be in two places.

I need to lead a fleet of earnest pilots who would follow me to their death.

They would be my responsibility and I would protect them with my final breath.

I would never let them know that, though, I’d need to be aloof and mean,

Yes even if I loved them so, I’d not let that be seen.

I’d be so cool

I would love to look sexy in my vest and flight suit minus my top.

I would love to excited the lads and bop bop bop!

I’d be happy teaching flight techniques and how fire missiles and cannon and just how to stop a Centurion with a strategic oil leak!

I would make your hair stand on end and your face truly blush

With the expletives designed to crush.

I would love to be the one who held the whole planet’s lives with in my hands,

Even if at first I had no idea that I was part of the gods secret plans.

I would take it on the chin to come back from the dead to everyone’s delight.

To start again immediately just jurn me round I’d fight.

It’s true I like a drink, gambling and like a good cigar.

I’m damn good in bed I’ll sort you out what ever rank you are!

I am the best pilot as I have said before

I shall find the Cylon’s mothership and give the frackers what for!

I’ll rip the skin off Number Six and I’ll show her no quarter.

She beat the living crap out of me and then denied me even water.

I’ll lead you all to safety find you all another world

For I am really an angel that keeps her wings tight furled!

I am that star you see at night when it is darkest before the dawn.

I am the one who will shoot straightest so none of you need be forlorn.

I am the mighty Starbuck , Kara Thrace is my real name .

But what ever you call me I shall save you all the fracking same!

I wish I was a heroine who leads her people to a new life. Just to disappear and leave them on a green new planet to start a new life.

For them to discover that to be their guardian angel was the point of my life.

Yup that should of been me! willow but I was born too soon.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #19. Use DREAMS as your inspiration this week.

I watched them turn to dust, broken now no more than rust.
Like a show repeated, stolen from me and how I feel cheated.
In waking times they haunt me still, I want to banish them I’ve had my fill.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Challenge Image — Ronovanwrite’s

40 words
47 syllables.

part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Sijo Challenge.

#TANKATUESDAY WEEKLY POETRY CHALLENGE: #POET’S CHOICE

Dark Dreams

Dreams
Standing
On a ledge
Fear, spider like
Creeps closer to you
Drenching you with cold sweat
Paralysed you cannot move to
The is no chance of escaping
The blackness engulfs you and you drown
Sinking to the depths of the black abyss.

THIS IS PART OF COLLEEN’S TANKA TUESDAY WEEKLY POETRY CHALLENGE. THIS WEEK I HAVE WRITTEN AN ETHEREE.

Thursday photo prompt: Dream #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Dream

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pale pathway meandering through a field of purple heather towards the green of distant hills.

Sleep would not come, just waves of fear and pain. There was no silence either. Voices discussing, the news, gardens, family, Covid… I can’t blame them this was their day. Their shift, they would go home and sleep.

The scariest thing was the voice that echoed through the ward of the disturbed patient who repeated and repeated “It’s the Covid cough, the Covid, Covid, cough gonna get you” If he was not sleeping that’s all I could hear. It was better during the day because he’d call out for “Tea tea” and the nurses would bring him one and then he would shout “Happy Birthday” and we’d all smile.

At night it felt like he was closer, he was not, he was on the male side of the ward but sound carries at night. I was frightened, unreasonably so by this prophet of doom. I was lonely and in pain.

Then the pain spiked I had to give in and use my buzzer, the nurse came I told her I couldn’t take the pain. She gave me some intravenous painkillers as an extra to the antibiotics and fluid IVs. She stayed a while and then thankfully I drifted off to a better place.

There lies the path

Through seas of purple heather

Morpheus lifted

Me off to the land of dreams

Fear and pain was then banished.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge, #writephoto

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 7 (DREAM). This week, it’s the A rhyme spot.

Fearful I am trapped in this dream.
At odds I stand against the night
Lost in shadows longing for light.
Breathing deeply my mind I clear.
I am rooted to the spot with fear.
To make my escape I am keen
From this unwholesome and dark theme
In vain I try to forge ahead
Feet sinking in this mire of dread.
Reality just elusive.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Décima Challenge. For this particular challenge the word DREAM must be one of the A position words. Then the other two C position words must rhyme with DREAM.

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Here is the quick description of a Décima:

There are 10 lines (stanza) of poetry that rhyme but in this case there is a set rhyming pattern we must stick to.
In addition each line must only have 8 syllables.
The rhyme pattern is;
a b b a a c c d d c
For this particular challenge the word DREAM must be one of the A position words. Then the other two C position words must rhyme with DREAM.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 16/19

It time for Stream of Consciousness Saturday and I am late this week! Our lovely host Linda G Hill said : “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dream.” Use it as a noun or a verb; use any way you’d like. Enjoy!“

Strangely as it happens I had a really bad night last night full of very uncomfortable dreams. All the time I was plagued with an awful headache. Well the headache turned out to be real I still have it now, half way through my day.

Back to my dreams which were interspersed with me waking and lying there wondering what was going on and why does my head hurt so much. So in these dreams I was traveling but getting nowhere, I was delayed and even aggressively held back at points. To make matters worse there were bloggers I know in these dreams and they were telling me that the event I was traveling too had been cancelled. This really caused me great distress.

So here I am coping with a very busy day and an unwell dog feeling very uneasy and battling with a massive headache.

Enough moaning you don’t come here to read moans! I can’t change what I have written as this is SoCs so let’s through together a little poem on the dream.

Dreams can be scary
 Mad and hairy
They can be lucid
Or even fridged
Dream can arouse and please
Or they can disquiet and tease
 They should be gone by first light
They should be the order of the night
So why is it my present plight
To be haunted by night frights

This moan was brought to you care of SoCs rules and ping back here.

August Stanza 29

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s Poem is a Cinquain.

Image from Pixabay