In My Dreams: A Flash Friday 55 Offering

I developed

a secret “super power”…

an ability to hover,

in my dreams,
as I began creating.

Exhilarating, 

yet remaining
earthbound

As artistic endeavors unfolded,

I soared,
slightly higher,

still tethered by rules,

restrictions,

and those silly little limitations 

labeled "Laws" of Gravity.

Presently exploring,

Risk taking,

fearlessly,

(rules be damned!)

learning to fly!

Copyright 2014

The 5th Sister

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Okay, so I'm rusty. I haven't written in awhile but thought I'd surprise G-Man with a Friday 55.

Hope Chest

childhood dreams, neatly folded, safely tucked away

wrapped within whitewashed sheets, cleansed with salty tears

victim of perverted desires, to demons falling prey

childhood dreams, neatly folded, safely tucked away

buried ‘neath  emptied bottles of Zin and Chardonnay

locked away in rotting trunk, forgotten were those years

childhood dreams, neatly folded, safely tucked away

wrapped within whitewashed sheets, cleansed with salty tears

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In addition to my usual Friday 55 post (although I had a lead foot and exceeded the speed limit just a bit) I decided to participate in d'Verse Poet's Pub challenge: compose a TRIOLET. What is a triolet you ask. It is a poem composed of 8 lines with an ABaAabAB rhyme scheme. The first, fourth, and seventh lines are identical; the second and the last lines are also identical. 

Preying: A Flash Friday Offering

Photo belongs to coupekid.deviantart.com

black-wolf prowls

perimeter  

of conscious thought

as desire to

adopt him,

train him,

control him,

consumes

every thought,

every action,

stealing time away

from search for

long lost child.

blackbirds spy,

keeping guard,

watching,

waiting

for moment

when memories of

how powerful,

how cunning,

how baffling,

predator can be

fades...

meanwhile,

ever vigilant…

black-wolf prowls

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Today's FF55 is based upon a dream from last summer. For more 55's please click on the link below:

Battlefield: A Flash Friday Offering

anxiety

declares war…

ego trips,

detonating

mines

planted within

emotions

clandestinely hidden

below

conscious thought…

sanity wounded,

embattled,

enslaved,

prisoner of war…

cunning enemy

masquerades

as gilded

bottles

bewildering 

captive victim

until courage,

strength,

empowerment,

found when,

out of desperation,

upon humbled knees

defeat's conceded

upon whispered prayers…

only then 

victory,

freedom 

come

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Manifest Destiny: A Flash Friday 55 Post

Destiny made manifest

within darkest night

where dreams, hope, courage

often take flight

Battles with Evil-One

never ending fight

outcome doesn’t matter

victory’s in the plight

Listen carefully inward

‘neath those muffled layers

steel thyself in silence

answers within the prayer

Dreams are who we are

(w/dramatic flair)

destiny made manifest

in images I share

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The conversation went like this (paraphrasing):

G-Man: Are you participating this week?

5th Sister: Depends. You have a topic for me?

G: Yes I do.

5th: And?

G: Please explain the concept of Manifest Destiny

5th: Seriously?

Now I know this wasn't what he meant but I am not a History buff but rather lean towards Science and Language Arts. This is the best I could do within the time constraint given (received my topic last night). Hope it makes sense. 

Trash: A Flash Friday 55 Post

fistfuls of hair from shower drain

chewed up wads of gum

take out box never claimed

loads of swept up crumbs

chicken bones, Christmas wrap

dried-up apple cores

moldy bread, mysterious crap

towels used for spills on floors

dryer lint, vacuum dust

shards of shattered glass

bits of pizza crusts

‘tis what’s in my trash

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If word count would have allowed, 

I would have prefaced this piece with the following:

“one’s trash, another’s treasure”

so said G to me

I, with great pleasure,

present my trash to thee:

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Today is the last day to enter my Holiday Giveaway. 

For details and to enter in the comments, 

please click HERE

Winner will be drawn at 4:00pm Eastern Time

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My friend Su, of This Stop Willoughby, 

is also having a contest featuring the wonderful world of Novica. 

Be sure to check her blog out as well by clicking the link above.

The Fetish: A Flash Friday 55 post

I know a man

who knows it all…

particularly women’s feet

A gentle arch,

well turned heels

makes him whimper ‘n weep

Stiletto pumps,

flip flop flats,

nicely polished toes

Platform shoes

w/narrow widths

sends him into throes!

Here’s to he

that silly gent

image just for him

 festive foot

petite, adorned

w/glittery, silvery trim

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Be sure to enter my Holiday Giveaway!

Click HERE 

Flash Friday 55: Sexual Assault

In one hour of prime time television I was assaulted with: 

exploits of getting laid,

indiscriminate sex,

“vagina beds”,  

learning all about a roommate’s penis,

and the 10 year search for a gal in a “slutty” pumpkin costume.

Seriously?

Is this what network TV has become?

Makes the political campaign season seem clean by comparison.

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Flash Friday 55: Did You Know?

Did you know that…

…it always rains on the day you mop?

…dogs track in mud on rainy days?

… muddy dog paws are hard to clean?

…muddy pawed dogs will follow you throughout the house?

…Clorox Oxy Magic, and a good scrub brush, works wonders on muddy carpet stains?

…dogs snicker behind your back?

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Clorox Oxy Magic did not pay or provide product for the endorsement included in my Flash 55 above. It's effectiveness on stubborn muddy paw prints, embedded in carpet fibers, is from experience and is my opinion only. 

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Flash Friday 55: The Death

Six months ago

I held your hand

as you cried,

tearfully pleading

for a gun

so that you

could take your life

for your pain was

unbearable

Last week

I held your hand

as you cried,

accepting fate…

an example

of courage

faith and strength

Today

God holds my hand

as I cry…

asking why

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Flash Friday 55: G-Man Made Me Do It!

Careful.

He’s out there.

He knows where you’ve been blogging.

He knows where you social network.

You stay gone too long, he’ll come find you,

drag you back,

kicking, screaming,

ready or not.

Guilted into writing:

stringing words ,

parsing phrases,

until you’ve penned

a perfect 55

for G-Man.

(Adding a “foot-photo” wouldn’t hurt, either) 

 (from Google Images)

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I don't think, however, this is what he meant!

Happy 55 Galen, my friend! 

Flash Friday 55: Are You Ready?

(AP photo from Google Images)

Are you ready for some football?

Preseason follies (fleecing):

where NFL demands

regular ticket prices

for games,

in the grand scheme

of the season,

don’t even matter.

Players risk serious injury

trying to score

coveted title:

NFL pro.

Pity to those cut…

woe to those deemed

practice squad material.

Still we watch…

Pass the peanuts. 

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Flash Friday 55: Expectations vs. Acceptance

Expectations are my downfall.

They, most certainly,

lead to disappointments,

to self-pity.

Instead, I’m learning,

trying something new,

(at least for me):

Acceptance.

A loaded word for sure.

Accepting life on life’s terms;

people for who they are...

realizing I am powerless

and have no control

over anything

or anyone

but myself.

Freedom through serenity.

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Okay...so this is not a poem or a short story but rather something that has been weighing heavily on my mind lately. I am working hard on changing how I personally respond to situations rather than reacting, as was my old pattern of behavior. I find it really does work and I am truly finding inner peace and tranquility through the process. 

Flash Friday 55: July 15, 2011

Growing Pains

is today the day

I run away

filled with fear,

with worrisome strife?

or do I face

that deep, dark place

detracting from a

tranquil life?

standing ground

seems so sound

though there’s always

a price to be paid

That price is plain

for it’s emotional pain

upon which

spiritual groundwork is laid

Flash Friday 55: Boys Will be Boys

Hey Billy, see them girls?

Yeah Joey, the ones hogging the swings?

Them’s the ones.

Whatcha gonna do about it?

Dunno…maybe flick boogers at ‘em?

             Nah, they’d flick theirs back.

I know! We’ll make them run away like scaredy cats!

How we gonna do that?

Do what I do, Billy, and those swings are ours!  

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Galen would not let me get away with "63 Words on Thursday" so I had to dig really deep for the proper muse for this week's attempt. My dear friend and colleague, Tiffany C., came to the rescue when she posted this photo on Facebook. I asked very nicely and she gave me permission to use it! And yes, the boys are doing exactly what it looks like they are doing. Anyway...that's all I have. I will be working the next 3 days and then I'm leaving for NYC next week. I will be sporadic in my posting and visiting. Looking forward to catching up when I get back. 

Flash Friday 55: Blogspot Blues

My blog it done left me

just woke up to the news

my blog it done and left me

now there’s no more Sister views

I got the blues…

the bloggy bottom

blogspot blues…

Wordpress come a courtin’

there’s nothin’ left to lose

I got the blues…

those bad ass bottom

Blogspot blues.

Oh yeah.

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The above is to be sung in typical blues style. Just my little tribute to the problems Blogspot has been experiencing these past few days. Anyone else have trouble getting onto their blogs? I was going through quite a withdrawal there. Anyway...click on the link below to participate or read other entries to G-Man's Flash Friday meme. If he's not there it means he has a bad case of "bloggy bottom Blogspot blues" as well. 

Flash Friday 55: Pre-Op

Whoa! I feel GOOOOOOOD!

Mom! I’m seeing in 3-D!

Mom! There are 2 Bugs Bunnies!

Mom! Why do you have 2 cameras?

Mom! There are 2 Daffy Ducks!

Mom! The TV is blowing up!

Mom! Look! I have 7 fingers.

Mom! Now I have 9 fingers.

One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…

No…make that 7 fingers.

Mom! I love you!

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Munchie had a minor surgical procedure yesterday. These were the words that came from his mouth when they gave him some oral sedation. He was too cute and I am pleased to say that everything went well. I will be working the next 3 days so will not have a chance to visit other participants in Flash Friday over at G-Man's place. Have a great weekend!

Flash Friday 55: This Tiny Twig

this tiny twig,

a sliver,

if you will,

suddenly,

or so it seemed,

sprouts,

erupting

from middle

of my palm

into budding branch…

appalled, yet curious,

I slowly pull,

diligently,

carefully,

for roots run deeply

surely leaving scars…

upon closer inspection,

sprigs, offshoots,

are forming elsewhere

upon this hand…

I’m persistently pruning…

tender flesh beware

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Another poem from a dream. I see some symbolism here so it makes a bit of sense to me. Even if it makes no sense to you, I do hope you enjoy my effort. For more "flashes" of inspiration, please visit Mr. Know It All at the link below:

Flash Friday 55: School Lunch

Mama fried bologna

served it hot from the pan

between mustard glazed

slices of Wonder

We sipped Tang

from recycled Jelly Jars

w/Flinstone characters

in leaded paint

Watching  Little Rascals

on the Black and White

laughing, loving

Alfalfa and Buckwheat

This was lunch

in grammar school days

before school cafeterias

and No Child Left Behind

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Flash Friday 55: The Crosses We Bear

Like solid rock on shifting sand

faith is tested

demons wrested

we protested

hanging on to selfishness

Worldly things cause our

ego thrusting

instead of trusting

and readjusting

attitudes toward higher will

Maybe the moral of this

simple story

is take inventory

and behold the Glory

God has in store

“Thy will, not mine, anymore”

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Time got away from me this week...many activities gearing up for Spring Break and Easter. I wish I had time to spend on this more but it is what it is and is my free flow verse (with a bit of rhyme) for the day. Have a great Friday!