Truthful Tuesday: Space 🚀.

Welcome to Truthful Tuesday, a prompt originally set by PCGuyIV, covered by Melanie and now hosted by Di at Pensitivity101 until PCGuy1V wants to take it back.

This week’s question is: Would you like to go up in to space?

Hell yes! I wish!

I want to fly a star fighter I want Starbuck’s uniform.

I wanted to fight the Cylons  watch their ships in flames over Orion at dawn.

I wanted to fly beyond the speed of light, and curse swear and fight.

I wanted to play cards and drink into the night. I wanted to straith the Cylon’s rebirthing ship with diagonal fire.

To wipe them out is my heart’s desire.

I wanted to argue with my superiors and blow smoke in their faces.

I can do their jobs and be in two places.

I need to lead a fleet of earnest pilots who would follow me to their death.

They would be my responsibility and I would protect them with my final breath.

I would never let them know that, though, I’d need to be aloof  and mean,

Yes even if I loved them so, I’d not let that be seen.

I’d be so cool

I would love to look sexy in my vest and flight suit minus my top.

I would love to excited the lads and bop bop bop!

I’d be happy teaching flight techniques and how fire missiles and cannon and just how to stop a Centurion with a strategic oil leak!

I would make your hair stand on end and your face truly blush

With the expletives designed to crush.

I would love to be the one who held the whole planet’s lives with in my hands,

Even if at first I had no idea that I was part of the gods secret plans.

I would take it on the chin to come back from the dead to everyone’s delight.

To start again immediately just jurn me round I’d fight.

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

I’m damn good in bed I’ll sort you out 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!

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.

© willowdot21

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Yup that should of been me! willow but I was born too soon.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Well it’s Mother’s Day here in the UK. The second year we have not been able to celebrate it as we normally would. So whether you have a mum or she is no longer with you ,whether you have children or not Happy Mother’s Day if you are celebrating.💜

I have picked three songs for mums and children. First up is Like a River by Carly Simon.

Carly wrote the song for her mother Andrea Simon, written just after her passing in 1994.

The song speaks of her mother’s spirit always being there for her and the family. It just how I feel about my mum. She saw all my boys but none of my grandchildren …she died years before they were born. She watches over them as she does over the whole extended family.

Like A River

Dear mother the struggle is over nowAnd your house is up for sale
We divided your railway watches
Between the four of us
I fought over the pearls
With the other girls
But it was all a metaphor
For what was wrong with us
As the room is emptying out
Your face so young comes into view
And on the back porch is a well-worn step
And a pool of light you can walk into

I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you, forever
Like a river…

Can you clear up the mystery of the Sphinx?
Do you know any more about God?
Are you dancing with Benjamin Franklin
On the face of the moon?
Have you reconciled with Dad?
Does the rain still make you sad?
Last night I swear I could feel you
Moving through my room
And I thought you touched my feet
I so wanted it to be true
In my theater there is a stage
And a footlight you can step into…

I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you, forever
Like a river…

In the river I know I will find the key
And your voice will rise like the spray
In the moment of knowing
The tide will wash away my doubt
‘Cause you’re already home
Making it nice for when I come home
Like the way I find my bed turned down
Coming in from a late night out.
Please keep reminding me
Of what in my soul I know is true

Come in my boat, there’s a seat beside me
And two or three stars we can gaze into…

I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you forever
Like a river…

I’ll never leave, always just a dream away
A star that’s always watching
Never turn away
We’ll never leave, always just a thought away
A candle always burning
Never turn away
The moon will hide, the tree will bend
I’m right beside you
I’ll never turn away.

My good friend Geoff Lepard wrote a wonderful book about his mum, Apprentice to my Mother I reviewed it here.

Here is an Acrostic Poem

MOTHER LOVE.

Mother love is selfless and deeper than the 

Ocean, boundless and undemanding  always 

There when you need it. No judgement or side taken

However far or expensive to pocket or heart.

Everlasting  and without question.

Ready always to love unquestionably.

Loyal and true always at the end of a phone

Open minded never judging or

Vengeful unless called to be on your behalf

Everlasting it’s there, Mother Love.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Butter.

Badge by Shelley Krupa

It’s time again for our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Our hostess LindaGHill has given us the prompt:“butter.” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

Butterfly Tanka.

Photo by Wesley Carvalho on Pexels.com

Butter, Butterfly 🦋

Drawn to light you swoop and fly 🦋

Please don’t make me cry.🦋

Use your magic Butterfly 🦋

Let me win before I die. 🦋

Thursday photo prompt: Wishes. #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent‘s Thursday Photo Challenge.

Rules and Pingback Here

Wishes

They passed the wishes tree every day on their way to school. It was a sight of wonder every colour under the sun.

Beautiful rainbow hues that touched the eyes and the soul in equal parts. As children they had no idea what the rags and colours were for, assuming that they were wishes,hopes and dreams.

When they grew they learned the true meaning of the ribbons. Sadly they began to understand what the tree represented.

Each ribbon was a soul who had been “Disappeared” Father’s, brothers, husbands,sisters, mothers and daughters. Gone, either buried in a mass grave or languishing in a jail forgotten by their captors.

The ribbons showed that they were not forgotten by their loved ones and familes.

As the children grew into adults they lost friends and family to the evil forces that ran their country. So they either tied a ribbon to the tree or worse their lives were represented there by their favourite colour.

The Disappeared

Such a sight to see

So many disappeared souls

Displayed on the tree

The oppressed who have no choice

Ribbons here give you a voice.

Precious Body – Stream of Consciousness Saturday

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I didn’t think it was too much to ask  for

Always striving not to demand or be selfish.

Just to make  me look less of an eyesore

To straighten my  back for me, to just grant  that wish.

 

I know they mended me and put  me back together

Pinned  and fused me  and filled me with cement.

But  am I selfish  to want  not to have a curved body  forever

However hard I try I will not be straight  again, but slightly  bent.

 

I’ve always  known I am better off than  so many

Blessed in lots ways the truth be known.

But if I could have a wish granted it would not be just any

Only to wake and find my spine un-curved  had grown.

 

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Please don’t think me spoilt  and churlish

I know I stand and walk  and bend

But I’d like  my posture to be more stylish

But I must accept that I am lucky not to be crippled my friend.

 

This post is part of SoCS: http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/07/04/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-514/  Click the link to read the rules and join in!

 

 

Moonlight Haiku

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Oh! the silver moonlight sparkles

Softly breathes the moaning sea begging release .

Flame red her hair shimmers.

http://www.scenicreflections.com/

Weeping in the moonlight on the shore

Silver beams catch her beauty

Will her socks be wet for evermore.

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Violin notes climbing strident upward

Climb on the breeze riding the night .

Escaping hopes ascending sweetly into endless flight.

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Beautiful in the moon’s light

Wondering out into the night Earth calling

Watching silver wishes falling such amazing sight!

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