Dreaming

Through The Looking Glass

Slippers into The Dome

Wishing they were ruby

(There's no place like home)

If I had The Ruby Ring

I'd twist my wish into play

Back through the wardrobe

To visit Narnia today

"Between the Dawn of Faerie

And the Dominion of Men"

I keep a watch for Moby Dick

And my Regulator "friends"

In my dreams I control

The direction and the start

In my dreams the tin man

Always had a heart

Aslan rules in Mordar

Along with Gandalf The Gray

My lion is filled with courage

And the bad guys stay away

Ole Yeller never dies

Lassie always saves the day

On my Prince Edward Island

Matthew lives today

Blanket Moss growing in water.  Staying Weird for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads  and letting Josie know at Two Shoes In Texas that there is order in my chaos.

Sun Rise Sun Set, Trees, Festivals...

I wanted to do all the prompts
But life got in the way
I've been really swamped
And almost lost my way

I wanted to create Shakespeare style
I wanted sunset words to sing
I thought of trees for a while
But on paper I couldn't do a thing.

So I gathered pictures
Of trees and sunsets
Played within strictures
I haven't got it yet

So I combined trees and sunsets but no festival this time
Shakespeare style with less with thirty-five lines

For Poetry Jam  and d'verse~Poets Pub

Six Word Saturday and Saturday Centus 128

Want to play along? All that's necessary to participate is to describe your life (or something) in a phrase using just six words. For more information, try clicking here. Feel free to explain or not explain. Add an image, a video, a song, nothing. I love seeing what everyone does with their entries.

ON REDECORATING:

Painted, caulked, bruised, but not bleeding.

Time to have fun with Jenny Matlock with her Saturday Centus.  PROMPT: "How beautifully leaves grow old."   WORD COUNT - Not to exceed 105 (including the prompt)  STYLE OF WRITING - Any

PICTURES - Any Additional   The regular restrictions apply: PG, no splitting of the prompt, play nicely and visit the other links, please.

No one knew

No one really cared

No one missed the jerk
That lived upstairs.

A little girl was missing
They looked every where
The only thing ever found
Was her doll upon his stairs.

He watched children closely
Carried candy in his pocket
Just talked to them mostly
But ended up on the court docket.

I knew the girl
She’s mine you know
I’d seen them talking
Days in a row.

The rules are no body
Criminals can’t be bound
Not guilty the verdict
Upset the town.

I the executioner
Was secretive and bold
The body won’t be found
How beautifully leaves turn old.