Dreams – Tales from the mind of Kristian

A Tuesday Writing Prompt poem – Dreaming of Scarlet.

This poem was written for the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge, click on the link:

https://godoggocafe.com/2021/08/03/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-august-32021/comment-page-1/#comment-67781

The challenge was to write something containing the phrases “red-painted lips” and “Silken Hair”.

Here was my attempt:

With her long silken hair
and her body laid bare
she had a beauty that none could eclipse.

She had eyes of bright green
that you’d just never seen
a scarlet smile with red-painted lips.

But alas it would seem
it was only a dream
as I sit up in bed all awake

That’s the last time I look
at a romantic book
before sleep, now I know my mistake.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 03/08/2021

I have also included the word of the day: Scarlet.

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/08/05/scarlet/

Song Lyric Sunday – Dreams

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge is to post a song with a single word title. Click on the link below to see Jim Adam’s post and to take part in the challenge.

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/04/10/the-singularity/

After some pondering, I have chosen this song written by Stevie Nicks and performed by Fleetwood Mac.

Dreams – by Stevie Nicks, performed by Fleetwood Mac.

Now here you go again

You say you want your freedom

Well, who am I to keep you down?

It’s only right that you should

Play the way you feel it

But listen carefully to the sound

Of your loneliness

Like a heartbeat drives you mad

In the stillness of remembering

What you had

And what you lost…

And what you had…

And what you lost

(Oooooh)

Oh, thunder only happens when it’s raining

Players only love you when they’re playing

Say, women…they will come and they will go

When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know

You’ll know

Now here I go again, I see, the crystal visions

I keep my visions to myself

It’s only me

Who wants to wrap around your dreams and…

Have you any dreams you’d like to sell?

Dreams of loneliness…

Like a heartbeat drives you mad…

In the stillness of remembering

What you had

And what you lost…

What you had…

Ooh, what you lost

Thunder only happens when it’s raining

Players only love you when they’re playing

Women, they will come and they will go

When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know

Oh, thunder only happens when it’s raining

Players only love you when they’re playing

Say women, they will come and they will go

When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know

You’ll know

You will know

Oh, oh, oh you’ll know

Also another band covered this song very effectively was the Corrs and so I’ve included their version below for your enjoyment.

50 Word Thursday # 107 – An Obscure Dream

And the Words: “It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.” – H.G Wells, The Time Machine

She woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. The dream had been so real. She shook her boyfriend awake, who was snoring beside her and described her dream.

“I dreamt I saw a church with an obscure 8-sided tower. A priest came running after me and told me it was the end of the world. People started screaming and the sky turned black.”

Her boyfriend responded sarcastically, “It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.”

The next day they left their hotel room to explore the town and walked down a side street they’d never been before. Her boyfriend held her hand tightly, in his overly protective way that she hadn’t made an issue of, but she stared back in amazement at the obscure 8-sided church tower and she knew what was going to happen next.

[150 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2021/01/21/50-word-thursday-107/

And I also included the following word prompts:

Obscure

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/01/27/comeuppance/

FOWC with Fandango — Issue

In Velvet Dreams – A Nostalgic Ghostly Tale

As you may know, I am currently taking a break, but wanted to share some of my earliest posts with you, that you may have missed.

This was the first ghost story I ever wrote on the 5th of April 2018.

Quite appropriate now as Halloween was yesterday.

All the best 🙂

In Velvet Dreams

He couldn’t believe it. Ever since he was a little boy, he always wanted one of those grand Victorian houses, like the one in Mary Poppins. With the house prices in London sky high he could see his dream getting further and further away. It was surprising, but here it was for sale, the House of his dreams.

He worked as a freelance journalist and so money was not flowing and sometimes the stream dried up completely for a short time. He had just come to the end of a lucrative contract and he had saved every penny, living mainly on baked beans just so he could get the biggest deposit he could. He was quite lucky in that his Uncle owned the flat he lived in, in Clapton, and so he paid minimal rent.

Continue reading In Velvet Dreams – A Nostalgic Ghostly Tale

A Life on the Edge – A multiple word prompts poem / Double Limerick

I’m living my life on the edge,

I’ve promised and given my pledge,

It may come as a surprise,

But believe me, it’s wise,

Don’t accept the thin end of the wedge

I’ve decided to follow my dreams

No matter how far the extremes

I’ll dance and I’ll revel,

Rules can go to the devil,

There much more to life than it seems.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 09/June/2019

I have included the following word prompts:

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/06/09/your-daily-word-prompt-dream-june-9-2019/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/06/09/rdp-sunday-surprise/

FOWC with Fandango — Edge

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/06/09/revel/

Dreams of Dali – A poem written for the Tuesday Writing Prompt

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Image by CarolinaP from Pixabay

This poem was written for the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge from the Go Dog Go Cafe. See the link below:

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, March 30, 2019

Dreams of Dali

As I slowly drift to sleep

I trip and fall into foolish dreams.

Where before I counted sheep,

Now I’m caught in torpid schemes.

Dicing with devils in denim hats

Breaking bread with brazen cats

Dancing Dangerously with diplomats.

Oh! What crazy capers my mind unleashes

When lost in a world of lucid dreaming,

Melted clocks and Dali-esque pastiches

Then Suddenly I awaken screaming.

Though darkness fills my dreaming mind,

There’s nothing darker than humankind.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 30/April/2019

This poem also contains the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/30/rdp-tuesday-bread/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/30/trip/

Kreative Kue – Bonfire of Broken Dreams

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This Poem was written in response to this picture prompt from Keith Channing’s Kreative Kue Challenge.

https://keithchanning.wordpress.com/2019/04/01/kreative-kue-213/comment-page-1/#comment-11493

Bonfire of Broken Dreams

It’s the burning autumn leaves

That’s making me cry so much,

It isn’t that you’re leaving,

It’s not that I miss your touch.

Continue reading Kreative Kue – Bonfire of Broken Dreams

Tell The Story – A Modern High Noon

Photo credit: William Webb

Sadje of the Blog, Keep it Alive, has tagged me in the challenge. She has chosen this great picture for me. I am going to change things slightly. Rather than a story, I have written a poem instead.

Thank you for Tagging me. 🙂

Here is Sadje’s Post:

Tell The Story Challenge # 7

And here is my poem:

A Modern High Noon

The Sun was up at its Zenith,

That means it was high noon,

And in front of her stood Kenneth,

And to her right was Mr Muldoon.

It was like a scene from a picture,

The gunfight at the OK Corral,

But you hadn’t seen a stranger depicture,

Though it did wonders for her broken morale.

It appeared to be a Mexican standoff,

Though all was not quite what it seems,

She knew something the others couldn’t think of.

Well, after all, it was all part of her dreams.

Only her two pistols were loaded,

And she shot her ex-husband stone dead.

Then walked off with Muldoon, her Lawyer.

Who she’d rather have married instead.

And though dreams were far from reality,

It put a smile on her face for a week.

But it almost damaged impartiality,

When she pinched her lawyers left cheek.

With renewed confidence and vigour

The divorce case was settled quite soon.

For there’s nothing quite like the rigour,

That comes with a dream of High Noon.

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/31/zenith/

So I hope you enjoyed my attempt at a humorous, narrative poem.

So who shall I choose to pass the challenge on to?

How about,

Laura M Bailey

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2019/01/30/the-things-we-do-for-love-valentine-gift-ideas/

Hinoeuma (Victoria) of Cosmic Observation

https://cosmicobservation.wordpress.com/2019/01/29/tune-tuesday-january-29-1944/

The Rendezvous Club/ Thought for Change.

https://thinkingclearly2018.wordpress.com/2019/01/30/dear-spring/

Here is a picture to inspire you:

Have Fun 🙂

Life’s Restless River – A thoughtful poem.

Sometimes Life is rather like
Clutching a splinter of wood
To stop yourself drowning
In a river of your own
memories.
The Iron shoes of regrets
Pulling you down,
While you remain ever hopeful
Your meagre splinter,
Will carry you onwards,
To your dreams.