The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 27, 2022

Hi Saturday again and time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday this week Linda’s email said: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “board/bored.” Use one, or use them both for bonus points. Enjoy!.

image from Pixabay

Are you bored? the billboard said
There’s time for that when you’re dead?
Nothing to do? The billboard asked
Get up and find yourself a task
Grab a board and catch a wave or snow slope
Fly a plane, climb on board, don’t give up hope.
Be a pirate make someone walk the plank
Hit the high board, or plan a prank.
Make a space station out of cardboard.
Dig for treasures, follow the map to find the hoad.
No get a life, get on board have some fun don’t be bored!

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 91 (READ) in the C rhyme line.

Read, to escape.

Books are really my true delight
An escape from the stress of life.
Where my imaginations  rife
A door from which my mind takes flight
A fantasy or mortal plight.
Give me a book and I will read
Of life and love, of hate and greed.
Of space ships and a planet cursed
Lieing villains doing their worst
Oh yes give me a book I plead

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge

#writephoto. The Vanishing Bunny.

KL Caley at Novel Ideas has offered to take on Sue Vincent’s #writephoto weekly challenge now Sue has moved on to a higher plain.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a pair of comical glasses shaped like a rabbit’s ears and whiskers, the glasses are in a hedgerow.

Bunnies lead busy lives.

The vanishing rabbit by KL Caley.

“Look” shouted Ben as they went past the park on the bus. “What?” asked his startled mum. “Look the Easter Bunny is hiding in the bushes.” Ben replied at the top of his voice.

“Where?” said his mum “I can’t see.” “Never mind” said Ben, “I definitely saw it! ”

Well really Ben’s mum thought to herself all that bluster of yesterday, the big row with his friends about there being no Easter Bunny 🐰. Opening her mouth she said, “but you don’t believe in the Easter Bunny?”

“That was yesterday mum , today I have seen the evidence of my own eyes. “

Further down the bus sat Emma, by day she worked as city banker, by night she was an assistant tooth fairy. At Christmas one of Santa’s Helpers and of course at Easter she was the Easter Bunny. Smiling smuggly to herself she thought, leaving her sunglasses and Bunny whiskers all over the place for children and adults to see was the best promotion idea she had had since the Easter Egg.!

Sue Vincent 1958 -2021.

This is part of #writephoto

#JusJoJan prompt the 18th – “Wish”

My mother always said “be careful what you wish for. You don’t always get what you want.”

But I wish was Starbuck a starship pilot……..

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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.

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

There’s only 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.

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 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!

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!

Yup that should of been me!

Image from here

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.

This is part of LindaGHill’s Justjojan

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 174 #PhotoPrompt

It’s the third week of the month! Time for a #PhotoPrompt

Jude, from Tales Told Different, selected the photo for this month’s photo challenge. I chose to write a Nonet, a poem of nine lines, starting with a line of nine syllables descending in nine lines to one syllable.

Image Credit: Unknown

Extinct.

Sat alone under the great Red Wood

Not even an eyelid flickered

Arms extended hands relaxed.

Face devoid of feelings

Brain stilled and un-taxed

No spark of life

Battery

Exstinct

Dead.

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WELCOME TO Colleen Chesebro’s TANKA TUESDAY!

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 165 #PhotoPrompt

It’s the third week of the month! Time for a photo prompt for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka. This month Colleen has asked Ritu to provide the photo.


Colleen is looking for Senyru for her book, examples of 3/5/3 and 2/3/2 formats. So I have tried one of each.

Image Credit: © Ritu Bhathal

Firstly a 5/3/5 Senyru

Real fear inspired

Fills the Night.

By evil facade

Secondly a 2/3/2 Senyru

House lit

Unholy.

Chills me.

Hidden Dragon Tanka

© willowdot21 2019

Tired out an old soul

No longer scary or mean

Eons of magic

So much knowledge to impart

Scary of face, kind heart.

Thursday photo prompt: Imagination #writephoto

This little piece of imagination is for Sue Vincent‘s Thursday Photo Challenge. It about Anne Neville and her Husband Richard 3rd of England.

Anne was lost she had been looking for Richard everywhere. Her patience was running very thin, as thin as her veil and her robes. It was transparently clear from the look on her face that she had had enough. As transparent as her body had become.

She had floated from Westminster to this cold carpark in Leicester. Looking around her she found it very difficult to take in what she was seeing. Here she stood in …well what was this place it said CARPARK… But what was a CARPARK.

Standing stark still for a second trying to take in her surroundings, to understand what was happening to her. She was by a wall, a wall decorated with white Lilies on a black background at it’s center was what resembled a black an orange stained glass window.

There was a pole with a round disc on it , white edged in red. It had drawings on it and some writing … It made no sense to Anne.

It actually read please park bumper to bumper. That meant nothing to Anne. As she stood there a youth rushed up and said “don’t move you look amazing stood there the mural makes it look like you have a halo around your head.”

“Look” said the youth “you look great in this photo, I am well impressed.” Then he showed her a small magic box that held her image the wall painting did indeed give her a halo.

The lad was off and running to meet his mates his magic box in his hand.

Anne turned and shivered, she called Richard several times before he finally answered her.

He took one look at her face and said, ” you are not happy are you madam” he smiled hoping to defuse her scowl.

“What is this awful soulless place why have you brought me here” Anne asked.

“It a carpark, it’s were I fell in battle, I was buried here when it was called Greyfriars they discovered me here and the moved my bones to Liecester Cathedral where I have a nice spot. I’d like you to join me, I have missed you.” He offered his hand and read her expression smiling he said “poison? come, you know me. I would not do that… And it was a long time ago.”

Anne who had been bristling with rage relented and took his hand. The years slipped away as they floated off, laughter was in the air.

Up the road a young lad was showing his mates his latest Instagram shot. He had already had 100 likes.

Thursday Doors – June 23, 2016:Sunflower Door

This  is  part of  Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors prompt.

Sunflower Door

Two years ago  while on  holiday in Italy  I  found  this  beautiful  door  in  the  back  allies  of  a  town  who’s  name escapes  me  now.

As usual  my  imagination  when into  over  drive  and I  wrote  this  little poem.

 

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There is a door in the wall
If I step through it will I fall?
What is on the other side
My curiosity I cannot hide.

In this tall walled alley steeped with history.
I feel the souls from hundreds of years,they speak to me.

 

Thousands of feet have passed this way.
Births,deaths,those who betray.
Intrigue and bloody murder.
A woman shamed, who attacked her.

Yet in the here and now I stand.
Looking at this sunflower door and
Wonder what is on the other side?
I long to step forward and throw it wide.

 

It would of been a step into infinity.
The door hide a fearful drop indeed the end of me.
Yet I am here to tell the tale
Fate’s test I passed, happily I did not fail.

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The  other side of  the door!

Alice and Lewis

Alice  opened  up  a new  world when she fell down  the  rabbit  hole

That  was  not  enough  so  through  the Looking  Glass she  stole .

OH! My  word  cried  an  angry Alice

As  she  looked  at  the  Queen of  Hearts  with Malice

 

Big  White  Rabbit scurries  by

He  can’t  stop he has  to fly

Round  the  corner  a  Walrus  and  a Carpenter

Sit  and  and  discuss the  world in a loud whisper.

 

Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee

Thought  they’d  set  some playing cards  free.

Biscuits  and  pills  that  make  you  tall

Vie  with  those  that make  you small.

 

Mercurial  Hatters  set  tables  for high  tea

Door mice   slump in  their  sandwiches, so sleepy.

All the  while  by  Dreaming  Spires

Alice  and  Lewis  make sparks  that light  imaginations  fires!

 

Alice, Alice  your hair’s changed  to  black

What’s  that in your  arms, A Cheshire Cat.

Oh! beware of  his  sharp  teeth  and claws

As confusing  as  all those  keys  to open doors!

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