It’s That Time, Give Me One-More-Line (CLOSED)
This is the first blog of three for the “Cheryl’s Pals Collab’s” Collab development process!!! On this blog we add lines and play off each others lines to generate lines for Collaborative poetry that our poets will create later in the week!!! PLEASE read the rules *smiling* Be Creative and Have Fun!!!
THIS BLOG CLOSES WEDNESDAY THURSDAY AT 6PM EASTERN TIME
Lady Cheryl
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tired of being beating JT
caught up in the machine JT
looking for the moment when I can breath JT
I think I heard a child scream JT
block it out and shut it down JT
the house is on fire grab your things JT
Never mind, go back to sleep (Rebel)
Dream? More like a nightmare (Rebel)
The voice inside my head told me (Rebel)
Life is too short to live with regrets (Angel Love)
And upon a stairway of clouds we ascended to Tirna’Na’Gothe
I had a nightmare and I heard someone scream (Barbara K)
I ducked under the covers and covered my head (Barbara K)
Feeling like a zombie crawling through the day (Barbara K)
Nothing but weirdos in my stream (Scotorum)
Follow your intuition and create your own dreams (Angel Love)
Go with the flow and stay afloat (Angel Love)
When troubles seem too much to bare (Angel Love)
Your inner strength will help you get by (Angel Love)
Only you can create your own happiness (Angel Love)
You’ve been selected to play on the team (Michelle K)
The rain has stopped and a rainbow formed (Michelle K)
III Scream You Scream Weee Alll Scream For Ice Cream !!! (Bump)
Reamed Deemed Carene Ofda Road ~ (Bump)
Madness is close enough to hear you scream (Mikey)
Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore (Michelle K)
Are you a good witch or a bad witch? (Michelle K)
The marble staircase leads us under the sea to the fabled city of Remba (James)
A secret paradise for only you and me (Michelle K)
pillows soft as sunrise rises (Mary Margaret)
running in one place and getting sleepy (Mary Margaret)
sweet smell of morning coffee and birds chirping (Mary Margaret)
now the bunson burner is reeking
little gremlins are a sneaking
Miz Nancy/HAG girl
The sun burned bright against the blue mountainside as the river gained speed on it’s journey to the sea (A-Rhodi)
Far from the scene she fell into a dream of her own making and lived the rest of her life never waking (A-Rhodi)
There upon the stage as the lights cast down a yellow haze the music filtered around as the band began to play (A-Rhodi)
He was pirate for the day and aboard his mighty ship he sailed away (A-Rhodi)
The cool night air slipped in through the open window and wrapped herself around him (A-Rhodi)
Exhausted he sought the comfort of her gentle ways (A-Rhodi)
Amused he watched the fireflies dance and play (A-Rhodi)
Sacred dreamtime is more real than life (marthamagenta)
If you’re reading this you’re at the end of the line blog on July seventh two thousand eleven at ten-fifty-one AM Eastern Daylight Time unless someone else is posting just a hair after the same time (Scotorum)