Lives begin with eyes closed firmly in lids, hiding those who raise Cain throughout our midst, secret fires bellow smoke but show no flames, oppressors in shadows seeking no fame, fonts of wisdom are sometimes

Sleeping babes, christmas dreaming, Candy canes and presents gleaming. Stockings hung at warming fires, Lone shadow cast as flame expires. Mouth watering treats, and goodwill flowing, As children's towering

Once upon a time, there was a bubble sleeping Of the Big L, the Big Letter, the Big Life, dreaming A wave from hell, tore dream and skin open The terror became his reality as it happened The rain brought

If you haven't seen Pan's Labyrinth the movie you must check it out. It is one of a kind. Anyway, here is my entry. If you aren't familiar with the rules of the poetry dice challenge, the objective is

Hello I'm a little buzzy bee, who likes to zzzzz, I can walk, sigh, but I much prefer to fly. I love a juicy flower to give me fire power, But people hate me the most, I'm not as scary as a ghost! They

Here is my one entry to #poetrydice3 presented in different formats. Many are going to be busy with some bits of Christmas preparation soon. So, I decided to do more formats. 5 formats for my entry: A

Resting head; is it dead? Walking cane; used with disdain, Fiery barrel; Mario's peril, Inner demons; for all seasons, Golden showers; hidden powers, Scrape the sky; miles high, Starry wand; magic beyond,

Sleep abates Joint aches Fiery pains Darkness gains Tears shed Towery dread Silent prayers Hope despairs Guidance sort, No retort. All contents by @girlbeforemirror

Where is Home? The moment at the wheel you fell asleep Now with a cane you reach in the deep Your flame lying underneath the shallows Letting yourself being led by the shadows Water brings life, Fire burns

I think it's about time I slept. Out of a book I have stepped, With twists and turns and burning doubt I've been chasing crazy dementors about. While the rain outside does rain and pour I'm in Privet Drive

Asleep at the wheel, autopilot crutch, flaming destruction, your worst nightmare true! Fuel spewing, a building dread, you can't dispell, dark at the end; of your rainbow, leaves you bemused. Many thanks

Dear Folks, Took the day off yesterday to visit family in the fog. Seriously it was thick as pea soup! :-O So thank you, for allowing me a little extra time to post the winner and announce this week's