#TANKA TUESDAY Weekly #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 214, #THEMEPROMPT

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Tanka Tuesday.

It’s the fourth week of the month! Are you ready for a theme prompt?

This month’s theme is:

Dreams.

Colleen suggested an optional form for us to experiment with. A few months ago, Merril D. Smith wrote a poem called a Diatelle. She found this form on shadowpoetry.com.

“The Diatelle is a fun, syllable counting form like the etheree with a twist. The syllable structure of the diatelle is as follows: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1, but unlike an etheree, has a set rhyme pattern of abbcbccaccbcbba. This poetry form may be written on any subject matter and looks best center aligned in a diamond shape.”

Image from Pixabay.

Night Terrors

Dreams
They grow
And they flow
In black and white
Your deepest secrets show
In shadows of darkest night.
Could there be escape from unearthly plight.
Is that sunlight or are we caught in headlight beams.
Rooted incapable of fight or
flight.
Face my demons dodging their bite
They chase and scare me so.
I aim for light
Where to go
Oh! No.
Dreams.

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Poised

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a leaf-strewn flight of stone-cut steps descending into a hole in the ground. Poised to ascend…or descend… is the dark silhouette of a strange figure. I see a Rabbit!

Tick tock pocket watch

Who’s coming up the stairs

Tick tock stop the clock

Alice’s new friend appears.

Moving fast, Hurry hurry

Milliners licking lips, in a flurry

Time for tea, guests unaware

All laced with Mercury, mousey sleeping in his chair.

Jam tarts Queen of Hearts

Keep her smiling don’t let things fall apart.

Tick tock, chip Chop

Look out it’s heads off.

Alice is sleepy now

Home in bed wipes her brow.

Tick tock pocket watch

Who’s poised to climb the stairs?

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto

Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge Poetry Prompt #Challenge 326 SCORCH & SHADE

The Challenge Words!

SCORCH&SHADE

Not sure how to write a Haiku? Click HERE for a quick How to write Haiku Poem in English Form with links to posts for other forms of Haiku.

© willowdot21

Antigua.

Hiding in the shade

Memories of scorching sun

Holidays? a dream

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This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge

Cosmic Photo prompt.The Stuff of Dreams

K’lee provides you with your prompt for K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge this week and he’s chosen; What dreams may come.

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From nightmares to hopes, dragons to memories, flying to loved ones,from best friend to illusions, golden suns to silver moons that’s what dreams are made of.
All photos © willowdot21 2019.

This is part of K’Lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge. #CosPhoChal.

Flying High

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Carry me high,

Up into the blue sky.

I need to float I want to fly.

I grow weary of the ties that bind

I need to leave it all behind.

Draped in royal purple

And midnight blue

I am ready to break through.

Flocks of ravens wing my heels

Amid the thermal my soul weals

I glide and whirl,

Down I tumble and twirl

Gloriously my satin wings unfurl.

I dash from horizon to the moon

Leaving vapour trails in rainbow

hue.

No not wispy white for me

High-flying honestly free.

Above the earth for all to see

My spirit escaped mercifully free,

OH! thank God at last, cut loose and flying free.

Song Lyric Sunday. Dreams

This week Helen Vahdati has given us the word Dreams for this weeks Song Lyric Sunday.

Helen says she remembers most of her dreams and most of them are unsettling or bad. I can empathize with that as, especially at the moment I am experiencing the same.

Well I have been thinking about this since last night. Many songs come to mind but two stand out for me. The first of my two choices is Eurythmics and Sweet Dreams.

“Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)”

“Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)”

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something

Hold your head up, keep your head up, movin’ on
Hold your head up, movin’ on, keep your head up, movin’ on
Hold your head up, movin’ on, keep your head up, movin’ on
Hold your head up, movin’ on, keep your head up

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something

For my second choice I have picked Susan Boyle‘s first audition for the Britain’s Got Talent. She sings “I dreamed a dream”. This is a dream come true on so many levels, this lovely lady has Asperger’s syndrome. She is not what the panel or the audience expects they are almost sneering at her. Until she sings… then her dream comes true. The audience, panel and everyone at home are in the palm of her hand. Susan Boyle is the dream.

“I Dreamed A Dream”

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I prayed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hopes apart
And they turn your dreams to shame

Still I dream he’d come to me
And we would live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed

The song is from Les Miserables which is my favourite musical!

And so to dream, Helen and everyone sweet dreams.

Both sets of Lyrics from AtoZLyrics

Lune Day 14

At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.

Too much water flows

Like lost dreams

Lost where? No one knows.

My Alto Ego.. I wish.

Kat Myrman was speaking about the sun not dying yet. She said hopefully by the time it did we would have found new planets, even Galaxies to go to. I told her that I was sure I had been born too soon as I have a great desire to travel through space. I want to be a star ship pilot.

Here is a little silliness I wrote some years back for NaPoWriMo

Day 14 NaPoWriMo : today prompt is to write a poem in the Persona of a Super Hero/ Heroine . Well for me there is only one I can pick and that is Kara Thrace alias Starbuck from the New Battle Star Galactica . She has been my hero ever since I watched every episode from every series and the films. She is the best reluctant super heroine ever. In fact I wrote a poem about wishing to be her last year. Sorry I digress.

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Starbuck

Beneath this hard exterior there’s no soft marshmallow goo, there beats a heart of stone.

There’s never been any support for me so what I’ve achieved I’ve done on my own.

My parent’s never cared for me much so I never make any deep ties.

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The only true love in my life is my star ship and the skies!

There is one man who could ever touch my soul but fate always intervenes ,

When I get together with Will Adarma there’s usually ugly drunken scenes.

I think he only sees me as one of the lads, so make out I don’t give a frack.

But I really fancy him, so ladies watch out or you’ll get my weapon in your back.

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We have to save the worlds from the evil Cylon attack

We had them beaten once , but they evolved and now they’re coming back.

They have morphed to chrome and blood all covered with skin.

They are clever now, they infiltrated Caprica with spies

They blew up our worlds so we took the fleet and again flew into the skies.

In Space we regrouped and planned, and I got to work closely with my man.

I will lead what’s left of our pilots and beloved ships

I am the best star fighter pilot but the fracks won’t give me shoulder pips.

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

I am damn good in bed I’ll give you a good time what ever rank you are!

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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 unfurled!

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!

Yup that should of been me!

Florescence Day Four.

Day four of the Florescence, courtesy of its creator, Jane Dougherty.

Image from Pixabay

Dreams in which I escape

Fly headlong to my fate

Dieing coals in the grate,lost my schemes.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Through the Door

It’s Saturday again and that means it’s SoCs. So LindaGHill of A Life In Progress has told us that our prompt is to tell everyone about a Door, that is not our own, that they have walked through this week. Main rule is have fun.

Rules and Pingback Here

My head was thumping and my chest hurt from a deep hacking cough, I felt rough. Yet there was the purple door infront of me. It would be rude not to enter.

Turning the handle I felt a blast of freezing air…. Oh! It’s so cold! Someone handed me a ski jacket and salopetts and a pair of snowboard boots?

The doorway had long gone when I glanced behind me. Well I had to put the snow gear on or freeze. A union jack wooly hat and helmet and goggles then I was handed a pair of gloves and a snowboard!

OMG! It looked like I was one mile off the ground a snow covered slope sped away from me and what looked like a tiny landing spot below. So many people all looking tiny.

A bell went off and I was off down the slope up the jump and then I did a Bloody Dracula landed bang! A cheer went up I had scored 95.5 and I was still standing!

The I woke up in bed to see this!