Tissue Promises

Tissue Promises 

Your tissue promises flit around 

Colouring in my dreams, 

Banishing my frowns, 

Promising me wonders of life extremes, 

 Though tissue promises are all that they are. 

Flitting around like manic sprites, 

Flying ,spinning, acting bizarre, 

Tissue promises just aren't right! 

Don't colour my world, 

I'll take black and white,

Cos tissue promises always get torn,

  Constant disappointments just leaves 

My inner magic, destroyed, forlorn! 

Chelsea Bednar

Submitted to In Tandem  where art and poetry come together ....thanks to Chelsea for the lovely painting which I thought looked very textural and like tissue !

Sculpted

Sculpted 

Volcanic debris there for all to see, 

Mauve, moody, canyons, 

Carved by a fluid life, flowing free, 

Green carpeted fauna no longer its companion, 

Erode and corroded, starved of warm amber beams 

Old Teutonic plates shifted, wiggled and moved, 

Forcing  lava upwards ,to erupt from it's earthly seams 

Creating wonders of deep valleys and grooves 

Void of human interference or dedication 

Natures has sculpted this masterpiece

 Over centuries of solid dedication!  

Jacqui Binford-Bell

Submitted to : In Tandem  where poetry and Art meet ....also thanks to Jacqui Binford-Bell  for the use of her Picture for this Prompt 

Enduring Love

Enduring Love 

On the horizon where the land meets the sea ,

I see an angel beckon to you and me, 

But my heaven remains on earthly plains, 

I toast you my dear with natures champagne, 

Angels may beckon and call out my name 

Within me though burns a bright, bright flame, 

Burning bright and strong with love for you, 

Delving deep into your eyes of sapphire blue,

I see your memories of me are now diminished, 

But my love for you is never ending, enduring 

Never to be finished !

Margaret Bednar

Submitted to In Tandem  where art and poetry meet. 

Teenage Trend

Teenage Trend 

There you stand, giving just enough! 

Posing, pouting and strutting your stuff, 

Each acoustic sound you make 

Plucks at another teenage heart till it breaks! 

But time moves on ,

So make the most, 

Play your part, act grandiose!   

For fame is fleeting like a bird, 

So sing out now make your self heard, 

 For teenage hearts are quick to mend, 

Tomorrow may bring a brand new trend !

Margaret Bednar

Submitted to In Tandem where art meets poetry 

Pippa The Posing Penguin ( chids lit )

Pippa The Posing Penguin 

Jinksy

Pippa the penguin dreamt every night
Of little sprites that weren't black or white
They usually danced and pranced
In and around her bed
Sprinkling  stardust occasionally upon her head
Then one very, very, snowy, snowy night
Pippas dream seem different real, somehow bright!
The little sprites who weren't black and white,
Sprinkled the stardust up and down and all around,
      They got all together and made Pippa laugh like a clown,
They tickled her toes,
her tail ,flippers
and then her nose
The stardust stuck and created a sensation
Pippa was a star in her snowy,snowy nation
 In her two tone world of black and white
Pippa was front page news overnight !


Submitted to : In Tandem  where art and poetry meet 

Dreamy Dragons ( Childs Lit )

Dreamy Dragons 

Natasha Head 

                                       The last two baby dragons 

That roamed the earth, 

Only blew fire of lava for mirth, 

Without big grown up dragons there to help 

They feasted upon only fruits, candy and kelp, 

Every day they frolicked around and jousted, 

Their wickedness diluted, slowly ousted, 

 The red,hot raging, fire that they breathed, 

Diminished daily as they teethed

Their skin that was very, very, dry and glum 

Turned bright, beautiful, rainbow colours that were fun 

So the fire breathing beasties of the past, 

Those bad ones were never ever going to last. 

Now all the dragons in our minds, 

Are now beautiful,colourful and kind!  

Breathing only stardust and moon beams

Popping up only in our fairy tales and favourite dreams! 

 Submitted to : In Tandem  where art inspires !..this weeks picture created by Natasha Head 

Mojo Interrupted

MOJO  INTERRUPTED 

Jinksy 

Cool, pale, washed out, 

Speak quietly, don't shout!

Chilling, trying to capture back my vibrancy, 

My  Mojo seems to have lost its intensity  

My world appears to me ghostly pale  

My movements have slowed like a snail 

So speak softly ,don't shout, 

I need time, peace and quiet,

To coax 

My Mojo back out !

 Written for IN TANDEM  where Art and Words meet 

A Magical Mystery Tour

A Magical Mystery Tour 

A magical mirage lives inside my head 

A place serene,green a proper homestead,

A babbling brook saunters along. 

Running over rocks creating  it's song ,

The air oozes freshness and perfume 

from blossoms so sweet, 

Where song birds sing their melodies 

tweet tweet tweet

A magical mirage lives inside my head 

A house so perfect not fashion led, 

A picket fence surrounds the lawn, 

Where the sun rises at the crack of dawn 

Puppies leap and the chickens cluck, 

Butterflies flutter and run amock to the rap 

cluck cluck cluck.

A magical mirage lives inside my head 

A comforting ,soft, protective, huge bed, 

Velvets and silks adorn our room, 

Love and serenity the only things that loom

Where you and I lovingly embrace, 

Under a mystical moon as we lie face to face, 

Hearts together in sync beating, 

boom boom boom 

This magical mystery tour you have taken 

Is in my head don't be mistaken, 

For if there was a heaven on earth,

For me to live there, would be my rebirth,

And if this wish was ever granted, 

 This is what would be forever chanted 

I should be so lucky, 

lucky, lucky, lucky . 

Submitted to :  IN TANDEM where art and pictures are used as the prompts check it out for more interpretations of this piece of Art 

A Fairy Tale (Childs Lit )

A Fairy Tale 

Margaret Bednar

Marshmallow clouds in a vanilla sky 

Surround a sugar castle

The colour of cherry pie 

At it's door there stands proud, 

Unicorns who have vowed 

To protect the fairies

Who come to play 

With the buzzing bees

That dance and buzz all day. 

Within the pink sugar castle. 

A princess excitedly awaits 

Her prince charming 

To arrive for their dinner date 

Where  penguins on skates 

Serve their meal off ice crystal plates

The skinny little crickets will play their wings 

Making summer music 

While love birds chirp along and sing.

Prince charming will kneel 

Take his Princess by her delicate hand, 

He'll ask her then to be Queen in this wonderful fairy land 

The buzzing bees and fairies will dance 

While those magical unicorns will daintily prance 

In the garden of their sugar candy castle 

Found in the fluffy marshmallow clouds

Where only very, very, happy fairy tales are allowed !

Submitted to In Tandem

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