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

WELCOME TO 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.

Scary October 25

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is about a Halloween Dream.

Image from Pixabay

How long have I been running I just do not know,

Across this dark landscape that I hate so.

Is there an end in sight

Will I escape this tunnel and find the light.

I leave the path and cross the fields

The corn is high in the wind it sways and wields.

Dare I run dare I move.

Is there a balm, my soul to sooth.

Crouching in the long grass by a stream

I pray and pray I shall wake one day from this dream.

Once again I hear the approach

Off the dark soul who on my soul does encroach.

Too late I run I feel his hot breath at my back.

Into the corn I to hide but speed I lack.

His nails scratching at me, my legs like led

Will not carry me. I see the light but it moves away too far too fast .

I fall hard and dash my knee

Too late too late he is upon me.

Fear is closing up my throat

He has me now I can see his eyes gloat.

Just when I can take no more

I fall into the black as I have a thousand times before.

I awake and all is quiet

Immediately feel the need for flight.

How long have I been running I just do not know,

Across this dark landscape that I hate so…..

Scary October 23

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is about Nightmares.

Image from Pixabay

When sleep deserts you reason is not far behind.

Panic moves in, and it’s far from kind.

With sanity fleeing, taking sense in its path

It’s like a car crash, a bad aftermath!

Darkness creeps and confusion reins

You can smell the fear like dirty drains.

Open a window and breathe in the night

Calm yourself now there is no need for flight.

Look up to the stars they are laughing at you

They’ve seen night horrors before in fact nothing is new.

The moon and the stars burn with ancient light

Oblivious of you with no care for your plight.

The night is an abandoned tunnel damp and dark.

Image found here

Shadowy and cold echoing to the sound of a vicious dog’s bark.

The climb is steep and narrow there is no rest

You slip and stumble blindly hoping for the best.

Where is the comfort where is the light

When will there be an end to this endless night.

Jut Jot It January: I won’t get out of here.

Help they are coming

Sliding  down  the walls, creeping  across  the  floor

Seeping in through the windows sticking  to the sills

Emerging  through  the  floorboards peeking in at  the door

Smelling  quite  unholy, ever  urging draging out  all ills.

 

There is  no  escape  for  me I  am truly  trapped

By  this  evil  creeping, slimy monster

It’s opened up my inner fears  and has  my life’s blood tapped.

I must not  alert the others. Don’t want cause a stir.

 

Now  it’s  making  noises,  winding up to a scream

I don’t  want  the others to hear  them,  that  would’nt be right.

They are  becoming louder,  spinning like a dream.

Closer  and closer  they come, will I survive  the night.

 

Louder  and louder  their  screams  begin to rise

They  are  filling the space in my head, I cannot  breathe.

Smell is eating up  my  nose  and here come the flies

They  have shut the door and locked it, now I shall never  leave.

This post is part of Just Jot It January hosted by Linda G Hill.

Thanks for tuning in and if you want to join, feel free to click on the link and start jotting!

 

Halloween Dreams

HALLOWEEN ACROSTIC

Howling  hounds and a hateful ghost

All crawling in my brain to dictate this post

Low life’s clawing at the damp sodden soil

Longing to escape upwards  they toil.

Open wounds leaking foul smelling puss.

Worms  and maggots  in a frenzy hungry for us.

Every shadow  seems  to reach out for  you

Even  the toys in the corner are eyeing you too.

No don’t look behind you have a care ….

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HALLOWEEN  DREAM

Sitting  quietly in the room

It is getting  late  and I grow cold.

Shadows creeping  spreading gloom

My mind drifts  my dreams unfold.

 

A chill, a shiver a sense of impending doom

Vampires , Zombies tormented souls

Dragging  chains and fearing  life left too soon.

Moans of agony from bodies being hauled over hells coals.

 

I cannot move I am rooted to the spot

A thousand  spiders crawl through my hair

I open  my mouth  to scream but I cannot!

I reach out for help  but there is none there.

 

A shadow forms outside on the wall

Bats circle up in the evening sky

They form a woman I watch her dark hair fall

Across her shoulders our glances meet eye to eye.

 

 

Shocked to the core  we are both rooted to the spot

She is me and I am her, we are one….

Come  she beckons join with me, at this  you get only one shot.

I find  that I can move fast, faster than the wind we touch hands  and we are gone.

 

Where’s your mother  has she gone out ?

There’s no dinner  what is she playing at.

The  house is empty she does not answer even if we shout.

Her computers on and running…. what do you make of that?

 

 

 

Dreaming? ~ Calling Dreams and Dreamers ~ Music Theme for 5 January 2014

 

Now  before I start in earnest the  first  video is dedicated to Phil Everly who died yesterday, 4th January. 

Everly Brothers

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The Queen of Dreams

Tossed upon the Sea of Dream’s

Is the fairest of all fairy queens.

The most amazing sight you have seen

Hair of red loosed, rosary beads of green

From her head and down her hair

Slips the crown that she is used to wear.

Say you  what is this to us, but have a care

Our lives depend on how she will fair

On the sea of dreams out there.

She is the fairy queen of dreams

She nurtures our hopes and all our schemes.

She it is who stills our screams

When evil haunts us in our wildest dreams.

Then gently leads us to quieter scenes.

So listen close and have a care for if she drowns out there

Upon the sea of dreams  we’ll not be safe asleep anywhere.

There must be a hero in dream land somewhere

Who can rush out and rescue the likes of her.

We need our fairy queen so very very fair.

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/09/14/the-queen-of-dreams/

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Dr Martin Luther’s  speech

West  Life

Sweet dreams Eurythmics

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The Dream Chatcher

Every night while we all sleep

Across the lake her nets she casts deep

But it is not fish but our dreams

Our hopes, needs and all our schemes.

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

She is waif like she is fair ,

She is heart broken and full of disrepair .

Why does she always cast her net at night

Shying away from us all and avoiding all light.

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

Once like us she walked in the light

This was before she was condemned to endless night.

She had a lover who she worshiped and adored

Yet he betrayed and left her though she wept and implored.

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

Anger and jealousy beset her she could not live

She could not breath or think without her lover

In rage she sort him out and she did discover

He was wrapped in the legs and arms of another.

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

She cut them deep, she bled them dry

And as she did all she could do was cry.

She screamed at the Sun to no longer shine on her

She begged the Night to keep her and never let this hurt reoccur

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/053/2/0/dreamcatcher_by_dihaze-d4qkq22.jpg

The God of love and goodness took pity on her

Set her to fishing for dreams and hopes her soul to repair.

So this endless task is hers,  never to be free

Of all the hopes and dreams that escape from you and me

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/08/17/the-dream-catcher/

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Mama Cass Elliot

California Dreaming Mamas and  the Papas

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Cloud House

Gently springing through the clouds skipping stones

Escape at last  the hustle bustle and the mobile phones.

Finally all weights are lifted from your shoulders

Your are free now to enjoy dreams let your heart grow bolder.

Worries, leave  them all behind, forget harsh words they are so unkind

Cut the ties that keep you back  and undo the ribbons that you to the earth do bind

Smile and lift your arms up heavenward and float into the midnight sky

Lease your dreams and wishes now and up to your cloud house fly

From the tree to the door skip those stones, there are four.

Wave to the two geese in the yellow sky

And envy the ride in the balloon  as it sails by.

Relinquish those worries and watch your spirits soar!

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/08/30/cloud-house/

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Dreams Fleetwood Mac

Nightmare  before Christmas Burton’s  original poem

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The night creepers

They are fogging my mind, clawing at my eyes making me blind.

Ripping through my brain exposing my soul and raping my mind.

Clouding my vision and pinning me down, kicking away my pedestal and  stealing my crown.

Clawing and scratching , fumbling and pawing, delving into my dreams knocking me to the ground.

Relentless perusing me never giving up.  Bleeding me dry gnawing my bones

Drowning me slowly holding me down dragging my nakedness over the stones

http://www.ferretpress.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/dracula2.jpg

Pounding , pounding  grinding away.  Sucking out my marrow  by night and by day.

Slowly they are removing the soul out of me.

Pinning me down making sure I shall never, ever be free.

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/08/13/the-night-creepers/

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Nightmare on Elm Street

Midsummer’s night’s dream Ballet by Menselssohn

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Dream Bubble

The sky is almost indigo with wispy clouds  outside my cage,

Inside there are bubbles that I blow,blow, blow.Sitting here I burn incandescent with rage,rage, rage.

Oh! how many bubbles I do not know but inside each, taught emotions grow,grow,grow.

How many thoughts can you sow unto barren cold ground?? They cannot grow, grow, grow.

My black hair flows in the wind that through my cage blows, blows, blows

A red trim in my hair flows.

I am wearing a black bask with ostrich feather trim trim trim.

It makes my bust look good and my waist thin, thin, thin!

Sitting here on my silver swing,

I look at my sexy purple leather knee high boots, boots, boots.

I count the bubbles, grief, loss, anger, pain and irritation.

Some of the bubbles are bursting and water drips from them like irrigation.

Below my cage the ocean ebbs and flows

Deep and dark and with the liquid from my bubbles it grow, grows, grows.

Lets blow some more bubbles  greed, avarice,lust,

Why yes those three are a must, must,must.

I am tired of sitting here on my own.

Lonely grows she who sits here on the swing throne, throne, throne.

A few more bubbles pride, prejudice loathing, enough, now like my bubbles I shall  roam,roam, roam

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/10/15/dream-bubble/

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The Dream

The other night while flying high across the cold black winter’s sky I saw a cluster of stars, they winked at me from afar. I was curious to see just why they winked  when they saw me.

http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/

The tiny cluster of stars which were grouped together just south of Mars were celebrating with delight the shiny furnament of night.

The twinkling sparkling dancing light leapt from side to side across the night. I joined in and leapt and played and lazily from star to planet I flipped and swayed. Spinning through the universe the view from Rhea is diverse. Looking out into the distance I noticed a planet which looked so blue .

http://www.solarnavigator.net/

Such vibrant colours it promised me ,

I could not resist I had to go and see.

As I grew near it was clear to see the blue, blue planet looked sad to me.

Gently reaching out

I asked how all it sadness had come about.

With all it worries on its shoulders

It told me how its’ people had let it moulder

They have worked it too hard and emptied it out

And broken its back it was exhausted of that there is  no doubt.

I was grief stricken and could  not understand how could this of come about.

They had broken a hole in its ozone  and now it’s Sun was burning it’s land

Shifting the seasons as  famine and death walked fast

Hand in hand. Why would they do this to you I asked.

Why would they repay you with grief , why

Why  would they condemn their planet to die.

Why do they not understand

That what they have, had was a gift given from God’s own hand.

How could they have laid this poor planet so low.

It broke my heart but I needed to know.

The answer is not a pretty one ,

Greed, war and ignorance have strutted too long

Now the resources of this planet are  nearly all gone.

I awoke with a start but I instantly knew

That what my dream was telling me was true.

We are loosing our planet our mother earth

We have used her and abused her and forgotten her worth.

I really don’t know if it is too late .

If it is the outcome is too fearful to contemplate.

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/10/02/the-dream/

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Zager and Eveans in thr Year 2525

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http://www.aurorascriptoria.co.uk/      ( AKA the Author D.S. Nelson)

The night creepers

They are fogging my mind, clawing at my eyes making me blind.

Ripping through my brain exposing my soul and raping my mind.

Clouding my vision and pinning me down, kicking away my pedestal and  stealing my crown.

Clawing and scratching , fumbling and pawing, delving into my dreams knocking me to the ground.

Relentless perusing me never giving up.  Bleeding me dry gnawing my bones

Drowning me slowly holding me down dragging my nakedness over the stones

Pounding , pounding  grinding away.  Sucking out my marrow  by night and by day.

Slowly they are removing the soul out of me.

Pinning me down making sure I shall never, ever be free.

The Nightmare

Step back from edge darling hearken to me.

Step back from the edge darling if you want to be free.

No believe me I tell you the truth, I will not lie.

You have no wings darling  if you jump now, you will not fly.

 

Take my hand darling step back here to me.

Give me your trust and I shall help you to see

Things are never as black as the seem

nor are they ever quite as straight forward as they seem.

 

I have always cared for you, your needs I have always put first.

I have always loved you, always watched over you, often suffering pain as my heart burst.

Step back from the edge darling please give me your hand.

I know this is a dream my darling built only on sand.

 

I need to save you from your own dark self so listen to me now and move away from the shelf.

Give  me your hand darling I alone can set you free.

I am your mother so listen to me.

 

Step back from edge darling hearken to me.

Step back from the edge darling if you want to be free.

No believe me I tell you the truth, I will not lie.

You have no wings darling  if you jump now you will not fly.

My Darkest Fears

Oh! I had a dream, it frightened me so I don’t understand it, just what it means I do not know. I have so much to say and somehow all my words and ideas were escaping and getting away!

Climbing and creeping out of my head sliding down my face and back , escaping while I sleep in my bed. There is so much racing around in my head fighting to get out and fritter away , rather than waiting for me to write them out instead.

Yes it is my biggest fear that I shall open my mind and find nothing there nothing active nothing real. No beautiful words to fill my screen and I will have to face a sheet that is clean. OH! yes that is my scariest dream.

All my ideas and and fancy words  running to the horizon and taking off with the birds.It is enough to make me weep and it is the thing that keeps me from sleep. So  tonight as I sign out of my wordpress blog and head for bed I have this worry, I have this doubt . Will all my beloved words and images desert me, if I lay down my head will all my words escape me and run toward the sun leaving me breathed, an empty vessel after all is said and done.

 

 

 

Leap of faith

The sky is grey the day has flown away taking with it my last hope of keeping warm. Can I fly, could the winds pick me up and carry me. Can I fly maybe I could try if it fails I fall and die.

The birds circle  and call “come and see” they promise they will carry me. Shall I trust them shall I take a leap of fate . Will they they catch me  or will they let me fall and it will be too late.

What is the point of staying here, I do not know my path any more. I am so lost  all is no longer clear.

So here I go flying high throwing all my caution to the sky. Shall I wheel and sore or will I end up smashed apart on the starlit shore. Life is violent life is short life is so much worse than  I had thought.

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