Twittering Tales: 14 February 2017

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​They had escaped,time was theirs.Fish and chip lunch then ice cream. Afterwards he drew his feelings for her on the beach.No one to say No! (139 Characters)

Above my entry to Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding Twittering tales. 

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Screen, Acrostic and Haiku

Our Lovely  LindaGHill has  set us  our  SoCs  challenge  for  this  weekend  she announced  yesterday: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “screen.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!” 

So my  entries  are an Acrostic  poem  and  a Haiku.

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The Screen

Sitting  in the  waiting  room staring  at  the  TV screen

Concentrate on the program trying not to scream.

Relentlessly going over things deep inside  my  mind

Everything seems  normal but it is not for  you you find

Entering  the room , the Dr pulls back a screen

No need  to worry my dear things look  better  than they  have ever been.

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The Silk Screen.

Brightening her day

It’s beauty took her faraway

Her joy and escape.

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LPThursday Photo Prompt – Caged– #writephoto : Nothing is new under the sun.

Thursday Photo Prompt – Caged– #writephoto

Sue  Vincent  said :Use the image to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 17th August and link back to her post with a pingback Here . Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of this post.

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Nothing is new under the Sun

As far as  she  could see, the dark clouds  were rolling in

As they always had shading her life,in dark shrouds.

The  wharf and  weft of clouds getting under  her  skin.

She was used to ignorance and the hate of the crowd.

 

Soaked  by the  rain,battered  by wind  and  baked  by  the  sun

The best kept secrets  of  her  soul unraveled  and became un-done.

 

The  crows took the light from her eyes

Alone out on the  moors no one  heard  her cries.

Pangs of hunger attacked her and slowly  she breathed  her last.

No one to see or care her sin had made her an outcast.

 

Soaked  by the  rain,battered  by wind  and  baked  by  the  sun

The best kept secrets  of  her  soul unraveled  and became un-done.

 

She had followed her feelings true

No matter her body she  was a woman.

Her body was wrong she was female, she knew.

They call her Tom and made her a man.
Soaked  by the  rain,battered  by wind  and  baked  by  the  sun

The best kept secrets  of  her  soul unraveled  and became un-done.

 

When they found her dressed as her kind

They  accused her of being a witch or a demon.

No mercy was shown, beaten and stripped her hands tied behind.

She was dragged through the village and up the hill.
Soaked  by the  rain,battered  by wind  and  baked  by  the  sun

The best kept secrets  of  her  soul unraveled  and became un-done.

 

The parts of her body she hated the most

Exposed for all to see,they screamed ‘ he be a man’

She closed her mind to the horde and the host.

Worst of all they then dressed her as a man.

 

 

Soaked  by the  rain,battered  by wind  and  baked  by  the  sun

The best kept secrets  of  her  soul unraveled  and became un-done.

 

They  hoisted  her high at  midnight.She had been beaten  all day

She  silently suffered, closed down her mind  and just prayed.

No one looked back on her , no  pity  or  care  as  they  walked  away

Those  she had loved  had her to  the  elders  betrayed.

 

Soaked  by the  rain,battered  by wind  and  baked  by  the  sun

The best kept secrets  of  her  soul unraveled  and became un-done.

 

When darkness came it  was such a relief

She had  no more  to fear the worst had  been done

As  she left this  world  she shed  all pain and  grief

Tomasena’s soul, a beautiful woman circles  the  moon and  the  sun.

 

 

 

 

 

It’s All In Your Head

My brain is  full of  colours and  patterns  that  no one else  can  see

A host of words bouncing back and  forth  aching to be free.

I open my  mouth  and  words  come out  but they get misunderstood

So I try to explain myself  but  to  angry  ears  it  does  no  good.

 

 

The  magic in  my head, the  colours  and  the  sound

Are  the safest  place  in all my life,  that  I have  so far  found.

So when voices get raised  and  anger begins  to  boil over

Inside  my  head  I  watch the  sights  and  sounds  of  a  Super  Nova

 

Why do  you  never listen, where on earth is  your head

The questions  I  am often asked, they make  me  run  for bed.

Is it  any  wonder I hide inside  my  imagination inside my virtual world

Where rainbows  twirl around me  and  all my  dreams like  banners  are unfurled.

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My  inspiration  for  this  poem  came  from  a picture  on Deb’s  blog  Once upon  a hotflush   

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Altered images

Silence dark and  all embracing

Gentle moonlight bathes me

My heart slows finally  from racing

My  ears aware of  the  song of  the sea.

 

I look up to see  the  moon as it looks down on  me

My  soul is  filled with light  and peace

The moon floats in  ripples on  the  sea

I feel calmed  and  rested I have  found release.

 

Altered images who knows  which is  real

Is  the  solid  moon a reflection of  the rippling  one

Am I trapped  or am I free what is it I feel

I close  my  eyes all is  silent  all is  gone.

 

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Love Is In Da Blog, Mindful Monday

Bee at Just Fooling Around With Bee said: Allow yourself to sit or lay down. Have music on that you like or a candle or even some lovely essential oils and then just be. Breath out. Breathe in. Let the tension and everything go and imagine the word LOVE in huge letters.

Keep on breathing and when you feel like it get up and write down what came to mind.

So for tomorrow the prompt is

A mindful exercise

which you have already done and you may let us know what you learned in your post.

As always: You can but you do not need to follow the prompt. Feel free to create whatever floats your blog 🙂

If you want to link your post to Colleen’s “Mindful Monday ~ Healthy Living”

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Light  and  colour 

Ears closed  to  nonessential sound  eyes  closed against  the  world

The fractals  of  light  and  colour  open my  mind  to  senses  unfurled.

Drifting and  floating, protected  by peace  and  love in a soft  cocoon

I leave  my  body  in this  quite room as I  drift away  past  stars and  the moon.

 

Leaving  the  cares of  the  everyday  far  below far  behind

To  mountains, blue skies I escape the dark  recesses of my  mind

Ears closed  to  nonessential sound  eyes  closed against  the  world

The fractals  of  light  and  colour  open my mind  to  senses  unfurled.

 

 

 

Nonet: Thoughts from abroad

Warm breeze buzzing insects, so quiet

No traffic noise, exotic diet.

Green valley, green woods, river  flowing

Relax good  thoughts  flowing

Trees dapple light on lawn

Glad I am born

Tiredness flies

Up to

Skys.