Posted in Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Science Fiction, Short Stories, Technology, Writing

Confined

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Space. It stretched out before him – endless, dark, enticing. The stars were faint and blurry through the thick glass view port, moving in a slow arc across his vision.

He could feel the endless nothing all around, calling to his soul, a siren’s whisper.

Float with us. Float with us forever! Float and forget.

The dark song was as endless as dreams.

He shook his head, fighting off the draining sensation.

He needed to concentrate.

He turned away to look out the only other viewport.

This one was dominated by the dark shadow of the dead ship. It was only visible against the deeper blackness due to the fading embers of molten metal fragments of its destruction.

They too fade from sight to and die.

Like everyone inside.

He shivered.

Looking out that viewport was hurting his neck. He faced forward again. He was too cramped. He could only move his head left and right and his arms enough to use the control by his hands and the keyboards before him.

He was stuck.

Daydreams had led him here – he couldn’t let them end him here.

A beep from the computer brought his senses back to proper alertness.

It had started. The attacks were coming.

He had anticipated it, though not so quickly and not all at once.

Float….

Concentrate!

“Update”, he commanded.

The computer’s calm voice responded.

“Interceptors are on the way they will arrive in precisely 623 seconds.”

“They must be responding to the distress call from the prison,” he muttered.

“That would seem a high probability.”

Dammit! He hadn’t been able to cut that off in time.

The computer went on.

“We should send our own distress call, they will be equipped to rescue you.”

“Do not!” he commanded. “Keep radio silence!”

“Affirmative.”

They were not only equipped for rescue. They were heavily armed. Once they learned the truth – and very soon they would – weapons would their first response.

“And our firewall?” he queried.

“The outer defence has been breached but the systems have not yet been compromised.”

That wouldn’t last much longer. The authorities were suspicious already –  the presence of such a strong firewall did not to allay those suspicions – so they were hitting the firewall with the best they had.

“And my program?”

“Approximately 800 seconds to completion.”

Not enough time!

He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. There was too much at stake here to fail.

He needed more time.

“Instigate firewall program 42!”

The computer complied and ran the program for him.  That would keep the cyber attacks at bay for a little longer.

He shook his head. He had the nagging feeling that this was all just too fantastic!

Only a year ago the only thing he did on a computer was check social media and chat! Spaceships were a thing of science-fiction! Now here he was a master programmer and a fugitive from the authorities flying in space. It all seemed too unreal.

It was the stress of the situation he told himself and he could not afford to be distracted by it.

Besides he wasn’t actually flying a spaceship right now. He was drifting in what was little more than an escape pod.

But the ship he had escaped from was real. As were those bearing down on him. And these were not the only truths he had discovered lately.

He looked at the countdown on the program he was running.

“OK,” he told the computer, “prepare a distress call. But inject the virus I prepared.”

“That is against regulations,” the computer informed him. He barked an override code at it and it proceeded to prepare the distress call.

It was amazing what you could learn in prison. Hacking, override codes. The truth about the universe out there.

Putting him in prison had been their mistake.

Daydreams and curiosity had led him to that prison. he asked too many questions and that had got him into trouble at work and with the Government. That alone would probably not have condemned him but he had also an inventive streak. And a paranoid one.

When they hauled him for questioning he had snuck in a crude listening device.

It had not worked very well but he had caught snippets of conversation.

“He seems immune..”

“Is he any harm though?”

“ … control …    inherited or just a ….. “

“He is a dreamer, not a revolutionary.”

“There we go then. We make him a believer…”

Unfortunately, the listening device was discovered – and that sealed his fate. He was shipped off to a deep space prison ship.

A deep space prison ship! One day he was in a world where the space shuttle was the most sophisticated space vehicle man had created and smartphones where the best man seemed to be able to achieve – the next he was in a world of spaceships – and space police!

It was a culture shock, to say the least.

He was dumped into prison and forgotten.

And that was the strangest thing of all. In prison, he flourished.

On earth – in his old life he had been Mr Average Joe to a T. Prison should have broken him. Yet he found that he had more freedom stuck on this ship than ever before.

He learned the truth for one thing.

There existed on earth (and space) a super élite far above anything anyone even suspected existed. They had science and wealth beyond the imagination of most people.

The rests of the population were kept in drug-induced ignorance. Cattle whose sole purpose was to provide this élite with their lifestyle.

Knowledge seemed to flow freely in prison and he absorbed it all. He learnt to program and how to hack computers.

He had vowed to expose the truth and free the world.

So he had concocted his escape. It had cost him the lives of everyone on that ship – and probably his own life too but he didn’t care.

He was filled with fury. He wanted to free the enslaved population of the human race for sure. What he wanted more though was to see the smug bastards who ruled them get their just deserts.

“Distress call is ready to send.”

He nodded, he was about to tell the computer to send it when it preempted him.

“New contacts.”

“What?”

“There are two more ships, coming in from the direction of Saturn.”

“More interceptors?”

“No. They bear all the signs of space pirates?”

Space pirates? Pirates? How could pirates exist? That would imply ….

He shook his head. There were too many questions threatening to distract him. He had to concentrate.

“Program completion has been suspended.” the computer announced.

What!?

He flung his fingers at the keyboard and dove into code. They had not yet got full control but they managed to stop his program.

Which implied they knew or guessed what he was doing.

He glanced at the other screen. The pirates would get here quicker than the interceptors! And they would shoot first!

He didn’t hesitate now. He called up his virus and made a few changes, then he told the computer to prepare it again and send it.

Then he dove back in and started a counterattack against the hackers. He managed to regain control and get his program running again. He then spent the next few minutes  both fighting the hackers off and keeping his exit channels open.

While he did this he also watched as his virus took hold of the interceptors and turned them towards the pirates. They would be forced to fight each other for a bit.

The program was also done. The hackers came on in full force. He struggled to hold them back.

A fireball briefly bloomed in space. All the pirate ships and interceptors signals went dead. They had destroyed each other.

Almost there.

Now the hackers could see the program running even if they couldn’t stop it yet.

A signal flickered back to life on the screen

One interceptor had survived.

It was closing in, weapons charged.

Almost.

“Program completed!” the computer announced.

“Run it!” he shouted.

He watched the screen as the truth – all the truth – was sent out to every single person on earth.

The lies were exposed.

Come now, float with us…

No!

The interceptor would be in range soon.

He breathed easier.

He had done as much as he could for the world. Now he had to look to his own survival.

He was stranded in space, with limited resources and little time. Air and supplies running out and no hope of rescue.

After the years and years of confinement, he welcomed the challenge – relished it.

“Now this,” he said, with an almost feral grin, “is living!”

Posted in Family, General, Poetry, Writing

Intentions

By Scott Bailey © 2015

“It was just a bit of fun”

To the broken hearts and home

“I meant no offence”

To the victims of riot and guns

“I was just following my dreams”

To the crushing weight of debt

“I will never do it again”

To the frightened wife and child

“I was trying to save some cash”

To the shattered future lost

“I thought I knew best”

To the chances that are gone

“My intentions were good”

To the consequences of action

 

Posted in Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Uneven

By Scott Bailey 2017

Life in unbalanced
Uneven
Unfair?
Karma is bunkum
Days, weeks, years of effort
For each small gain
Each small good
None reached with ease
While all around
The bad rains down
Good luck seems rare
Bad luck the normal
The scales uneven
It seems

Image by Paolo Trabattoni from Pixabay
Posted in Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

Gone

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Gone
The blue eyes sparked with new
Gone to shadows

Gone
The play, the cowboys and indians
Gone to payments and tax

Gone
The times to stop and breathe
Gone to endless turmoil

Gone, gone gone

A little magic
A little luck
Is needed

Photo by Ron Lach on Pexels.com
Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Dimming Lights

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Lights in grey matter
Never reaching the day
Plans uncommitted
As the chance ebbs away
A refugee wanderer
In dream worlds and clouds
Where sparks can be realised
And escape from the crowds
Posted in Creative Writing, Fiction, General, Mankind Limited News, Politics, Science Fiction, Self Publishing, Writing

Mankind Limited – Nothing Changed

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Read an excerpt here.

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Posted in Creative Writing, Fiction, General, Mankind Limited News, Politics, Science Fiction, Self Publishing, Writing

Mankind Limited – Pebble

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Read an excerpt here.

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or hardback

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Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Push and Pull

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Memorise
All the sighs
Every loving glance
And long slow dance
Hold them tight
As we approach the night

Sanitise
Then fill with lies
Squeeze out the dreams
With mindless streams
Of celebs and fear
Until no one is here

Realise
And cherish the wise
Thoughts that flow
Before they go
Into the night
So hold them tight

Characterise
Categorise
Into a box
And cattle stocks
To milk and drain
To strike the brain

Live your dreams
For our revenue streams
Complete the bucket list
No source to be missed
Hold on to the light
For our gold so bright

Photo by Vijay Saiwal on Pexels.com
Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Luck

By Scott Bailey © 2016

No rhyme or reason
Bad luck keeps on reigning down
Good luck’s hard to find

Photo by lilartsy on Pexels.com
Posted in General, Poetry, Writing

Where the Dark Wolf Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Image from Pixabay

A deep and dark filled cave
Upon a mountain high
Where no light dares enter
And no echo finds reply
Shallow
The dark wolf dreams

A rumble from within
Deep in the dark wolves throat
The echo of the growl
The terrifying note
Fitfully
The dark wolf dreams

Strong appear the chains
That bind him in his sleep
But stronger still the anger
That grows within him deep
Brooding
The dark wolf dreams

Bitter is the dark wolf’s heart
Long his memory too
Some will be spared his wrath
But they are counted few
Grim
The dark wolf dreams

Terrible his waking hours
Thus the grey wolves grieve
Any heart with secrets dark
Had better rise and leave
Briefly
The dark wolf dreams

So do not be deceived
By the mumbling and the snoring
Born of rage and constriction
Of rending and of roaring
And of waking
The dark wolf dreams

Posted in Creative Writing, Fiction, General, Mankind Limited News, Politics, Science Fiction, Self Publishing, Writing

Mankind Limited – Fascinated

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Read an excerpt here.

Available as

Kindle

or hardback

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Posted in Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Haiku, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

Tempting

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Blank white paper sheet
Tempting me to slash with ink
Cutting with dark words

Photo by John-Mark Smith on Pexels.com
Posted in Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

Crossing Out

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Crossing out
Deleting
Inserting
Adding on
Dropping
Expanding
Changing
Evolving
Inserting
Crossing out
Life
And death

Photo by Skylar Kang on Pexels.com
Posted in Creative Writing, General, Poetry, Writing

Seas

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Ideas
Dreams
Decisions
Goals
All swept away
In the rolling seas
Of other’s
Perceived
Realities

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Where is My Wine?

By Scott Bailey © 2015

My lips are parched
For the wine
Promised on the air

Where is my wine
To dull the pain
Of waiting

Promises undelivered
From on high
So what now?

Carry on and on
Knowing no other roads
No junctions left

My lips are parched
Where
Did I lose my wings

Posted in Creative Writing, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Writing

Timeslips

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Oh, give me time, oh, give me time, give me time in my life
So I can dream and I can find an escape from this strife
So I can soar in the sky where only freedom abounds
Where we can dare to be ourselves and death does not his rounds

But these are dreams that slip away, drained by vampire bites
So we watch every day as they fade like spent candle lights
Sucked away by the days and by the burdens of our lives
Yet in this turmoil of life is where most creation thrives

So, give me time, oh, give me time, give me time in my life

Image from Pixabay
Posted in General, Poetry, Writing

Where the Red Fox Roams

Where the Red Fox Roams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Image from Pixabay

The timid beasties scatter
With tiny racing hearts
The scent of blood approaches
The herd all ways it parts
For here
The red fox roams

The scent of fear it rises
And fans the fox’s fire
Into enslaving passion
To raise the killer higher
Thus
The red fox roams

Filled with hate and ire of
Where the white wolves dance
The dance the fox desires
Denied its golden chance
Everywhere
The red fox roams

The world has grown accustomed
To fear of tooth and claw
The world has grown so weary
Of lives lived short and raw
Still
The red fox roams

The timid beasties scatter
Will never make a stand
They’ll not accept the secret
To gain the upper hand
So proud
The red fox roams

No one knows the course
Where the fox’s road is heading
All they see is darkness
The cast of all the spreading
Death
Where the red fox roams

Posted in Creative Writing, General, Poetry, Writing

Where the Grey Wolves Grieve

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Image from Pixabay

On a barren plain
Where food and joy are sparse
The desolate packs wander
Watching slow time pass
Here
The grey wolves grieve

With rose stained eyes
Patrolling their border wide
Preserving what is left
Of what they hold inside
It’s why
The grey wolves grieve

They gaze across the delta
To far off distant times
Where game and ease were plenty
Than in these austere climes
And so
The grey wolves grieve

Disgusted by the carnage
Where the red fox roams
On guard for rebel spirits
Keeping safe their homes
Where
The grey wolves grieve

Yet what they seek in earnest
Deep within their hearts
They know is far beyond them
Beyond their stilted arts
Endless
The grey wolves grieve

The packs struggle onwards
Huddled in their gloom
Their hearts so full of anguish
For hope there is no room
In this land
Where the grey wolves grieve

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Short and Sweet

A Spring of Dreams

Some poems
Short and sweet
Unlike me

Posted in Andervayne's Dream, Creative Writing, Fantasy Fiction, Poetry, Self Publishing

What do you seek?

If it is a tale of a farmhand, dreaming of the landowners daughter, becoming a knight and facing trials amongst fantastical creatures. This might be the place for you


If it is the tale of two magical lover’s, dancing on a cloud, maybe you have found the moment to pause and take note.


If it is the tale of a knight’s rebellion against oppression, wait a while.


If you want to explore the ins and outs of ambitious courtiers and their magic, one step too far, then wait awhile


Step into my realm of dreams awhile.

Andervayne’s Dream

and other poems

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Change

By Scott Bailey © 2016

If I stay my path
The world will not mind a bit
So change is a must

Image from Pixabay
Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

A Small Note for Big Dreamers

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Dreaming
Alone
Is not enough
Dreaming together
Greatly to be desired
But
Giving dreams substance
That is what’s required

Image from Pixabay

www.scottandrewbailey.uk

 

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

One Liner Wednesday – Short and Sweet

A Spring of Dreams

#1linerWeds.

Some poems, short and sweet, unlike me.

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Posted in Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Self Publishing, Writing

Interior

 

By Scott Bailey © 2017

What’s inside
Distorts and shapes
The exterior
All those dreams and hopes
Hates and fears
That make up the interior
The moiling
Boiling
Packed and stacked
Stretched and tense
Earnest pretense
That inside us all
Makes us all
What we are
Rather than what
We wish

In response to the daily prompt Interior

#DailyPrompt

Posted in Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Family, Poetry, Self Publishing, Short Stories, Writing

New Year

It was rough last year. I am not just talking about celebrity deaths.

We as a family have had it rough. We have had family members in and out of hospital, having to deal with a diagnosis of Autism for our youngest and his so far very rocky transition into school. I have had work stress and uncertainty. We have seen our social lives and our house being slowly taken apart. I have seen my writing dreams slip away.

Midlife crisis? Maybe.

I have to cling to hope. It is the only thing left.

So not really new years resolutions as such but goals I am aiming for this year.

To find a new job. But not just another role. I need to get back to enjoying work again. That has been totally destroyed of late – I had thought beyond hope – but if I give up hope then all is lost. I have been thinking about a total career change and that’s the way I will try to go.

To improve our daily lives by trying new techniques for dealing with Autistic behaviours.

To reinvigorate my writing dreams. To help with this I will attempt to complete the daily prompt as well as Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge. This is purely to get my juices flowing. Behind the scenes, I will try to put together two more poetry collections for publishing as well as another short story collection and a new novel. Ambitious but I must attempt it.

I wish everyone a happy new year and hope you all attain your own dreams and goals.

In response to the daily prompt Year

#DailyPrompt

Posted in Creative Writing, Fiction, Poetry, Science Fiction, Self Publishing, Short Stories, Writing

Sales and Stats slowly climbing

I did it! Well, the first of my aims for the end of this year. I made it over 10,000 views this year. Paltry compared to some I know but miles better than any previous year for me.

Just another 90 followers to pick up now 🙂

On top of that a few more sales this week – including a soft back! Maybe the ball is finally picking up some momentum.

For many reasons – roll on 2017!

Posted in Creative Writing, General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Poem a day challenge #96 (Shadows)

Shadows

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Our voices are simply the shadows
Cast by our dreams and our thought
If the shadows become ineffectual
Then our voices will end up as naught
Yet shadows can give us the outline
Of what is looming above
If we take note of the darkness
We can give those dreams a shove
One thing we must yet remember
To give those shadows a shape
Sunlight is needed behind it
From brightness the dreams will escape.

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Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Rivers

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Rivers carve the land
Rocks turn flows: who can resist
The river of stone

 

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #112 River&Stone

#Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Change

By Scott Bailey © 2016

If I stay my path
The world will not mind a bit
So change is a must

 

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #110 Change&Mind

#Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Life’s Journey

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Chancing to look up
Seeking hope on my journey
I trip and stumble

 

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #109-Hope&Up

#Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Sleek

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Sleek and seductive
A scent that teases and tempts
The fried egg sizzles

 

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #108 Sizzle&Sleek

#Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

The Presentation

By Scott Bailey © 2016

The pie chart tells all
How our future is planned out
While dreams turn to dust

 

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #107 Pie&Dust

#Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

Posted in Creative Writing, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Politics, Self Publishing, Writing

Rage, rage against the result

or – chill out and relax – lose yourself in some poetry

A Spring Of Dreams

The result of a year-long challenge to write a poem a day for a year. Raw and accessible poems of many moods.

Presented as they were written and so reflecting my mood, my life and my time constraints at the time.

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Available as

Kindle

or hardback

from Amazon

or CreateSpace

Posted in Creative Writing, Fiction, General, Mankind Limited News, Politics, Science Fiction, Self Publishing, Writing

Mankind Limited – Quote 2

 

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Read an excerpt here.

Available as

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or hardback

from Amazon

or CreateSpace

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Fire in the Mist

By Scott Bailey © 2015

There’s a fire in the mist
Down in the green sleepy valley
There’s a fire in the mist
A cherry glow shrouded by grey
Growing
If it grows much more
It will burn off the grey sleepy tendrils of morning
And lay waste to the trees

Posted in Fantasy Fiction, Fiction, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Science Fiction, Self Publishing, Short Stories, Writing

The Sea Seeds Ideas

I read an article the other day (I really should bookmark them as I can’t find it now!) that was about a new Stephen King book due out. It’s a collection of short stories – nothing unusual there. The difference is that he is putting a substantial introduction to each one, about where he was in his life when he wrote them and the thought process that went into writing them.

Now I am not a big Stephen King fan – I don’t really enjoy horror – ghost stories yes but horror’s not my thing. However – his “On Writing” is one of the best books on the subject I have ever read, both entertaining and insightful. It is just as much an autobiography as a book about the art. So I am excited about this one!

And it got me thinking – I thought I would share a bit of my own thought process – how my mind works (sometimes). And perhaps hear from some of you how you go about the business.

So as an example. A friend of mine has just fulfilled one of her dreams and been on an epic sea journey on a tall ship. I was writing her a welcome home message when the a line popped into my head.

“Seafarer wandering over the waves.”

It sounded really good to me – so now its going around in my head – a poem coalescing around it, snippets of lines and images coming together. It will probably bounce around in there for a while until it comes together.

While thinking about it though something else is coming through. A character – this vague woman who is wandering the sea – for some reason, maybe seeking something, maybe running from something – I don’t know yet. There’s not even a story there yet – that one will bounce around in my head event longer.

One of my favourite authors Stephen R Donaldson said that he likes to get two unrelated ideas and smash them together to see where it goes. Maybe I will do that. I have another idea – more fully formed though still with a long way to go. It is about the rise of a political tyrant. Now those two ideas do seem completely unrelated – and I wonder what would grow by trying to put them together – something surprising I think.

I will let them ferment some more – their time hasn’t come yet.

So what about you? How do the seeds of your works begin?

Posted in NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Writing

NaPoWriMo Day #5

Today’s is only indirectly inspired by today’s prompt. I have not followed the instructions but the prompt led me to read some Emily Dickinson’s poems – which I have never done before. This poem sprung from that fertile land.

Where is My Wine?

By Scott Bailey © 2015

My lips are parched
For the wine
Promised on the air

Where is my wine
To dull the pain
Of waiting

Promises undelivered
From on high
So what now?

Carry on and on
Knowing no other roads
No junctions left

My lips are parched
Where
Did I lose my wings

Posted in NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Writing

NaPoWriMo Day #3

I have been loosely following the prompts on napowrimo.net today’s was fourteeners.  I can’t guarantee I will stick to the prompts though. I’ll probably wander off on my own path at some point.

Timeslips

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

Oh, give me time, oh, give me time, give me time in my life
So I can dream and I can find an escape from this strife
So I can soar in the sky where only freedom abounds
Where we can dare to be ourselves and death does not his rounds

But these are dreams that slip away, drained by vampire bites
So we watch everyday as they fade like spent candle lights
Sucked away by the days and by the burdens of our lives
Yet in this turmoil of life is where most creation thrives

So, give me time, oh, give me time, give me time in my life

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “We Can Be Taught!.”

I had a few good teachers but not many. And those that tried were wading against a tide of social programming. So school was not that productive for me. I left with few qualifications and no direction.

I drifted – pushed by financial necessity into work before I could begin to dream about what I might want from life.

So who were my best teachers?

They were my friends. They didn’t sit me down and lecture me they did two vital things.

They believed in me.

They believed in themselves and acted on that belief.

Watching them follow their dreams whatever the outcome – taught me the bets lesson in my life. To take control of my life and start steering my own destiny.

The best teachers are like the best writers – they show they don’t tell

The Best Teachers?

Posted in Blogging101, Writing

Dreamers – (blogging101 – day 4)

Too brain-dead today – it’s been a long hard day – to do today’s task properly.

So here is a poem that reflects the task – I will catch up tomorrow

Dreamers

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Reaching out
To grasp our dreams
We find the hands
Of dreamers
Joining them
Holding fast
Maybe
Dreams can be made real
Maybe

 

#blogging101
#theCommons

Posted in Blogging101, Writing

Hello Neighbour – (blogging101 – day 3)

Today’s task was say hello to the neighbours.

Well I have already been doing quite a bit of that :-). So I decided to check the blogroll on theCommons site and check out the two links either side of mine.

The first one – below mine – worked a treat and I said hello.

Going upwards I got several broken links and a foreign language site before I got to somebody I could say hello to.

Anyway – done.

#blogging101
#theCommons

Posted in Blogging101, Writing

Tagged you’re it – (blogging101 – day 2)

Today’s task is all about the title and the tag line. As it’s really aimed at new blogs I will keep this one brief.

I am happy with my title and it’s established now.

So I decided to look at the tagline.

My current one is accurate.

Poetry, short stories, adoption and family dreams

It could be better. So after some ruminations I have distilled the essence of the blog to something shorter and more succinct.

Yesterday’s exercise helped actually as during my long essay the theme emerged.

So my new tagline will be.

Destination Dreams

Being a place where dreams are both shared and found. Striven for and achieved.

So now to update it!

#blogging101
#theCommons

Posted in General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Poem a day challenge #329 (Bubbles Bursting)

Bubbles Bursting

By Scott Bailey © 2014

All around me
Lies
The ruins of young
Dreams
Away from me hope
Flies
Bursting at the
Seams
So where to go
Now
The truth has been
Exposed
When you don’t know
How
To let go what you
Supposed
Find a new path to
Walk
Step up to the
Task
Start the do and stop the
Talk
Start the make and stop the
Ask
Man up and face the
Truth
You’ve faced worse and
Survive
Your longer in the tooth
Time to come
Alive

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Poem a day challenge #326 (Dreams)

Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Dreams flying away
In an excess of real life
The stars just don’t care

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Poem a day challenge #325 (Notes)

Notes

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Strings and drums
Swells and thrums
Filling halls and domes
Even sneaking in our homes

It warms our hearts
Can upset carts
Evoke our tears
Even stoke our fears

Calm the day
And send away
The darkest thoughts
Even move the worst of sorts

No compare
In empty air
So play the notes
Even on our dreams it floats

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Poem a day challenge #292 (The Tower)

The Tower

By Scott Bailey © 2014

The tower in the wood
Lonely and silent
Seat of many dreams
Where it was a palace of power
A refuge for outlaws
A romantic spire or a foreboding spear
A collapsed heart
Once vigilant
Now silent
Crumbling

Inspired by WeDrinkInspiration. OK so the place is still there but it sprung to mind instantly.
 

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Poem a day challenge #218 (Opium is not the only Drug)

Opium is not the only Drug

By Scott Bailey © 2014

The lord of darkness cometh
draped in shades of grey
So many tastes of opium
are available today
Opium is not the only drug
to while away the hours
So much poison sugar
before which reason cowers
For every palette there’s a taste
for every twisted dream
On endless shelves in endless dens
the merchandise does gleam
So the sellers sell us
down the river deep
To dream our dreams of sweet success
though we do not sleep
And while we dream on endlessly
the future will never bring
The day we rise up and in hand
to solve
anything
 

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Poem a day challenge #153 (Dreaming)

Dreaming

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Tiny starbursts
The peak on tiny waves
Deep green over yellow
Swaying weeds
Dappled stones
Dark fish darting
The scent of rich water
And reeds
Time to watch
Relax
The life I crave
Instead
Work, bills, sleep, stress

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