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For this challenge, you can write your poem in any syllabic form you’d like to try.

old am I
my dreams let me fly
know no bounds.
For Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge I have chosen to do a short haiku. 3/5/3.
06 Jul 2021 33 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Colleen's Tuesday Tanka, Doggy Tales, inspiration, Poems Tags: dreams, memories, Old dogs, wings
For this challenge, you can write your poem in any syllabic form you’d like to try.
old am I
my dreams let me fly
know no bounds.
For Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge I have chosen to do a short haiku. 3/5/3.
16 Sep 2020 31 Comments
in Autumn, Décima, photos, Ronovanwrites Tags: Clipped, Fall, Poetry prompt, wings
A Décima with fall to rhyme with the B line and to incorporate the words wings and clipped from Monday’s Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.
Autumn
Summers wings, well and truly clipped
Autumn is here and leaves will fall.
Smoke rises from the bonfires pall.
Harvest of fruits exotic sipped
Dancing leaves like fairies have tripped.
Squirrels gathering winter’s stores
Birds migrating to foreign shores.
The nights are drawing in so fast
Later mornings, bright sunrise past.
Acorns, chestnuts line woodland floors.
14 Sep 2020 11 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Poems, rant, Ronovanwrites, Talking Straight Tags: Clip, controlled, trapped, wings
Trapped within this cage
My soul soars high, broken free
Wings clipped, while you rage.
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08 Sep 2019 31 Comments
in Music, Song Lyric Sunday, songs, Uncategorized Tags: 7th September 2019, bird, Fly, George Harrison, Jim Adams, Queen, sky, Song Lyric Sunday, wings
Hi it’s Sunday again and time once more for Song Lyric Sunday. Our host Jim Adams has set us the prompt of: Bird/Fly/Sky/Wing.
My first thought was Gorge Harrison, my favourite Beatle taking the lead with his song Blue Jay Way. I do believe that is where he stayed for a while in the Hollywood Hills.
“Blue Jay Way”
Written by George Harrison.
Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long for I may be asleep
Well, it only goes to show
And I told them where to go
Ask a policeman on the street
There’s so many there to meet
Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long for I may be asleep
Now it’s past my bed I know
And I’d really like to go
Soon will be the break of day
Sitting here in Blue Jay Way
Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long for I may be asleep
Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long
Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long
Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long
Don’t be long, don’t be long, don’t be long
Don’t be long, don’t be long, don’t be long
Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics
And of course Spread your Wings by Queen . lyrics in the Video.
24 Jun 2018 21 Comments
in Poems Tags: #writephoto, dawn, Sue Vincent, Thursday Photo Prompt Challenge, wings
This is my entry for Sue Vincent of Daily Echo‘s Thursday Photo Prompt.
Wings at Dawn.
The wind in my feathers, I rise
My sharp eyes see eternity
Making my way into grey skies.
Like my soul I fly free.
The land spreads beneath
From mountains to beach
Golden field and green leaf
As for my destiny I reach.
Tiny pink buds dance in the mist
The day will lengthen and warm
All will be bright and sun kissed
This is the promise of dawn.
#writephoto.
08 Jun 2017 25 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Sue Vincent, Thursday #writephoto, wings
This is my entry for this week’s #writephoto Wings. Thans to Sue Vincent of Daily Echo we have another lovely photo as our prompt.
Wings.
Lisa opened the door and let Rachel in. She was shocked when she saw the wolf, Rachel had lost so much weight and had a look of death around the eyes. After helping Rachel up the stairs she lead her to the fire and made her a hot drink.
“Where is he? ” asked Rachel looking so sad that it made Lisa’s heat break. Motioning to the bed where Mathew lay sleeping, Fay sitting on a a chair next to him. Rachel moved swiftly to his side giving Fay a warning look as she approached the bed.
“How long has he been like this” she asked no one in particular , Fay told her it had been almost a week now since he had been all but killed by the warewolf. Rachel morphed in to her human form , scars clear for all to see. “Let me bath you” said Lisa Rachel just shook her head and climbed into bed with Mathew she wrapped her arms around him closed her eyes and passed into a deep sleep almost immediately.
Fay slid from the chair and left the tower , she descended the steps and waded through the waters under the arches and emerged from the gloom to a bright morning with blue skies dotted with white cloud. All was silent and still. Fay looked to the east and then the west and wondered what lay in store for all of them.
Up in the tower Lisa was feeding Hope softly humming as she watched Fay through the window. The baby stopped feeding and looked her mother straight in the eye. “Yes ” whispered Lisa, “I know, little one, strange and unsettled times ahead for all of us. ” Outside Fay felt a shudder run down her spine , almost at the same time the sky suddenly became black as hundreds of huge, black birds wheeled out of the trees and across the sky.
Mathew stirred and Rachel sat bolt upright in the bed……. “Hush” Lisa said to Rachel, ” rest while you can, the little one , here says we must prepare to fight soon. Bad times are coming and we five are the only ones who stand between the light and the dark.
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05 Mar 2012 14 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: dreams, Fallen Angels, flight, obsession, wings
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The angel came to threaten me but was not prepared for the sight of me. I was ready and waiting for him. I have had to deal with many of his kin.
I was waiting on the shore to meet him as I have many before. They arrive with lighting flash expecting they will turn me to ash. With their wings unfurled and their swords help high they lose their purpose when they meet my eye.
They all surrender unto me they beg their Lord to set them free. They all submit to me they can’t resist they need to drink of me.
Here I am on the shore with piles of fallen angels’ wings galore. The angry lights in the sky is Him furious with his troops who can no longer fly.
My conquests
So they may come and come again I shall conquer all. I fear not their fiery swords may they come in ones or come in hoards!
They only need to meet my eye for them to lose the will to fly. So I collect their wings and they learn the joys of other things.
So here am I upon the shore thinking not of the day when they will come no more.For now I rest on feathered bed with my fallen angels at my feet and head.
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