Buried Alive

She is  so near, yet we cannot  see her

Lying in between the roots  and  leaves

No more  pain, no longer  cold not  a care

Unlike  those  who search, her loved  ones grieve.

 

Fear  and terror  her  last feelings

Trapped  and scared knowing she was lost

At  first  she  begged to be released  but  there was no appealing.

Why  had  she smiled  at  him, her  life had  been the cost.

 

Only  sixteen  her life all over all her hopes and dreams

Gone slipped  through her fingers

Her  picture like an icon, shattered plans and schemes

She  is lost to  them gone  but  for now  her soul still lingers.

Pandora

Don’t open  the box  they  told her

Please be  careful   they implored

Keep it shut  it is bad  they infer

Evil in it lurks  their  warnings  she ignored .

 

Suddenly all that   which was good

They  said  would  up and  die

Happen did.  She’d not  done as she should

The evil was out  all she could  do was cry.

AFRICA! YOUR HISTORY?

Originally posted on Mum C writes:

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Tears of children rise

From empty stomachs

Wasting energies without

For innocent faces to get visitors of drowning tears,

And you sit on thrones fighting superiority?

II

Africa!

Many enterprises die

Killed by lack of energy foods

School children embrace darkness

And shun learning

Through no fault of begging books

And you, on high pedestals think of propaganda?

III

Africa oh Africa!

Corruption is a bulldozer

Breaking down the very foundations

Our ancestors toiled to build,

Making hot love to drivers who swore to save

And you sit claiming you have great history

When the pungent scent of your history

Murder noses in far away geographic arena?

IV

Do I need to talk diseases

When it is most horrible than faeces?

From AIDS, Malaria to ebola:

The slow to hot killers

What good can sitting resources do

When many mouths are open

Ready for its consumptive arrest?

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Africa oh…

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BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS

Blood on  my  hands, bright  red  and  warm

Where is  it  from , sticky  thick . Have  I caused  harm?

It  runs  slowly  down  my  fingers then drips on to the sand.

Where  am I , alone  here  with  blood on my  hand.

 

You  are  guilty it  is  your  fault all your  doing

The  machine of  war  keeps  turning  all hell ensuing

You can carry  all the blame, look at  this  world  you have  built

Never  mind  the blood on your  hands  there are  gallons  more  you’ve  spilt.

 

Who  are  you to  blame  me,

Show  yourself , reveal  your face  let  me  see.

Why  me,  what  have I  done  to have  blood on my  hands.

I have  done  nothing , I do not  wage  war I don’t  make  stands.

 

You  are  guilty it  is  your  fault all your  doing

The  machine of  war  keeps  turning  all hell ensuing

You can carry  all the blame, look at  this  world  you have  built

Never  mind  the blood on your  hands  there are  gallons  more  you’ve  spilt.

 

I am  no one  just  an ordinary  woman, I have  never  hurt  anyone

I have  never have I  killed  so why  is there blood on my hands

Why am I here, this empty place, dirty under  this  sun

I need  to  wash  this blood  from  my  hands.

 

You  are  guilty it  is  your  fault all your  doing

The  machine of  war  keeps  turning  all hell ensuing

You can carry  all the blame, look at  this  world  you have  built

Never  mind  the blood on your  hands  there are  gallons  more  you’ve  spilt.

 

I am your conscience, your  last  chance

Take off  your  blindfolds  and  stop  the devils  dance

Love  each other, share  what  you have   for a  change 

Before it is  too late , have compassion. That is not  so strange.

 

If we were having coffee: Teeth, family, and everyday

It is If we were having  Coffee  time  again how  are  you all  and  what  have  you been up  to this  week! I have  been  busy  all  month  doing  Love is in  Da Blog   over  at Just Fooling Around  With Bee and  even though I have  found it  very hard at  times  and I have had  to leave  my  comfort  zone I have managed  to make it to the end of  the  month!

So  come in it is lovely  to see you all here again. The fires are lit  the cushions are plumped up and  we have  the coffee and tea on  the go  and the cakes and sweets are all set out.  We  have  tea  and coffee  from all over  the world not to mention all our cakes  and muffins  and  as Paul  calls  them sweets! Every single  one  is  calorie  free! Plus of course  we now have spirits  and liquors  to warm the coldest of  you.

If we were having  Coffee: I would ask  you what  has been going on in your world this week, has  anything  deeply affected  you, have  you need a sympathetic ear, a shoulder to cry  on or  just  needed someone  to make  you laugh! If  yes  feel free to talk it out  here  with us. We will all help if  we can.

If we were having Coffee: I would  remind  you  that  there  are lots of  other  coffee mornings  all shared  and organized  By  Diana  and  Gene’O  over at,Part time monster  

If  we were having  coffee:  It has  been  another  busy  week  we are still decorating  among  other  things  but  the  room is  looking  good and  we are  both pleased  with it.

I have  had  the usual  round of  gym  and classes   plus  shopping  and housework… I  am very  boring  this  week.  If  we were having  coffee: I would  tell  you  how  I had  to  visit  the  dentist  this  week, I have  been having  problems   with  my  second but   end  teeth  top left  and top  right. When I  broke  my  back  five  years  back  I  damaged  them the  force of  my  head  hitting  the floor put  an  identical  crack  right  through the both of  them! Well during  the course of  last  year both teeth  have  developed abscesses and I have lost  them both. Anyway  long  story  short  I  was  going to have implants , well I  knew  they  would  be  expensive  but I  did not realize that  not only  would  they  cost  nearly  £9000 but  it  would  require bone  removed  from  my  hips  to facilitate  the  implants  as  my  gums  are  so  small  and  they have  healed up  very  short.

Well I  am not  a rich  woman  and  though  I  would of liked  implants the  thought of an operation  on my  hips  and  my  jaw was just too daunting. Also  think of  all the  more sensible  things I  could  do  with £9000 pounds! So on Monday  I went to see  the dentist  and  we discussed  my options. Well I am going  for  soft  nylon  plastic  dentures  which will cost £350 pounds…. expensive  still,  but  a much  more  reasonable  price.  All this  for  two  lost  teeth, sadly  I cannot  eat  properly  without   them so  needs  must  when  the devil  drives. I don’t  want  you  to all start calling  me  gummy  behind  my  back!

If  we were having  coffee: I would ask  you  if  you would  like some more  coffee and some cakes.Plenty  to choose  from and all calorie free.

If  we were having  coffee:I would  also  tell  that  my  eldest  sister  is improving  after  having  her  stent  fitted, it  has taken her  a while  to get  herself  back  to normal   but I am happy  to  say  she  really  is on the  mend  now.  My next  sister  who  had  the  shoulder  operation  is also  finally  on  the  mend. She  actually  drove her car  for the first  time  in three  months a huge  thing  for her  as  she hates  to be  at  the mercy  of  asking  others  to take  her out and about.

While  we are  going  through  the litany  of  my siblings  ills  my  brother  ( twin to the sister  recovering   from  the shoulder  operation) is  out of hospital  and home  after  his  foot  operation, he is also on the mend …slowly   but definitely improving. My other  sister  is  still awaiting  her heart  operation  unfortunately  she is not feeling  at  all well  and is  peeved  by  the fact  that  she is having  to wait  so long  for  her operation.

Well that  just leaves  my  last  remaining brother  as as I have  heard  nothing  to the  contrary  I  am assuming he  is  fit  and  well.

If  we were having  coffee: The  boys  are  all busy  at  work  and play  and  the beautiful  Newbie  is  only  10 weeks off  a year old!!I would  apologize  for  not  being  very  dynamic  this  week  but it  has been a long  long  month ! I shall  close  now  and  send  you all my  love  and look forward  to seeing  you all next  week! Lets  go  and mingle  with Paul  and his  guests. Paul  has  always  written us  a beautifully  kind  and insightful  post.

And of course  the

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  WEEKEND COFFEE SHARE

over at Part Time  Monster  and Gene’O’s

 

 

If We Were Having Coffee Guest Post – Mar. 01/2015

Pay It Forward

Paul your Barista

Paul your Barista

Welcome to Willow’s weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul, I’ll be your barista today and I’m happy to be here once again. Please come in and make yourself comfortable. Willow has plumped the cushions and started a cozy fire so we can warm ourselves while we have a cuppa and chat. As usual, I’d be pleased to bring a pot of whatever beverage you prefer – we have a wide range of teas and coffees to satisfy ourworld-wide readership. Also available is a large selection of spirits for addition to your cuppa or in its place. We can relax while we discuss the affairs of the week both personal and/or worldwide. How has your week been?

I was delighted to see the above picture over at “I Didn’t Have My Glasses On…” http://

ididnthavemyglasseson.com/2015/02/27/our-job/ on Friday. I asked Beth if I could use it and here it is. She used a quote to accompany the pic; “it’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. it’s our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless.” – l.r. knost

Last week’s topic of Compassion is still rattling around in my brain (what there is left of it – Ha!) I was waiting for dialysis on Friday, and a gentleman of about 50 years came up to me to chat. He walked very slowly and looked pale and thin. He was pretty rough looking with a well-worn winter coat, worn down sneakers and, hanging out from under the jacket, a hospital gown. He had been smoking, as I had, and I thought he was going toask for a cigarette – and it was my intention to give him one. Instead, he asked if I was a patient. We chatted for a while and he was concerned about his kids – the two remaining at home were 16 and 19. He was from a small Northern town about 800 miles from Ottawa and had flown in for some tests. It turns out he has massive infections and the doctors are sure he has cancer but have been unable to locate it. They kept him, of course, He introduced himself as Tim and said he had been in for 3 days now and was concerned about his kids. He had relatives in his home town and they were looking in on the kids, but Tim had no idea how long he would be hospitalized. I didn’t tell him, but when I had cancer, it presented as an infection as well, and I ended up in hospital for weeks to start and then months later.

We chatted and I told him some of my experiences with cancer and assured him that the doctors and health care providers in the hospital were world class and would take excellent care of him. I mentioned that it was hard to get cigarettes as an inpatient – especially if you don’t know anyone. He laughed and said he four left and was pacing himself. As rough as his position was and as much as he had no idea when he would get out, he didn’t ask for a cigarette. I told him I knew how hard it was for an inpatient smoker (they frown on it at the hospital) and how I knew cigarettes were difficult to come by and so I opened my pack and took out half still in the foil wrap and passed them to him. He was astounded and said he didn’t now how to thank me. I’ve been there before and saw the opportunity to pay it forward. As little as I knew him and given his situation I couldn’t think of anything that would please him more than that. And I was right, he was at a loss for words as I got on the escalator to go for treatment, he stood at the bottom, saying “thank you” over and over. I hope his journey is a tolerable one and that his kids still have him to look up to in the coming years.

Prescription woes

Things have been OK this week for me. It has been brutally cold although it warmed up some today and it looks even better for next week. I had a major battle with my drug store this week over some prescriptions, but we seem to have come to a bit of an- impasse and I’ll have to speak to the insurance carrier next week to straighten it out. I got what I needed but it wasn’t easy. Stupid stuff like the doctor forgot to put a charge code on the most important prescription so instead of calling me or the doctor, they set the prescription aside and did nothing. I enquired and they explained and so I gave them shit and got the doc to call them. Then they said they didn’t deliver on Saturday. This was Friday and I don’t have a car at the moment and travel by Para Transpo – a handicap service – with whom it is notoriously hard to get short term appointments for rides (long term or recurring are fine). It is an injectable drug that I have to start on Sunday in preparation for a small operation on Wednesday. It is not an option. I have gotten $1,500 worth of medications from this pharmacy this week (I replenish every 3 months and most of that cost [$1,350] are two drugs that counteract effects of the dialysis) and they were arguing that they don’t deliver on Saturday when they had the prescription since Tuesday. I was ready to call a taxi and go down and give them a piece of my mind. I threatened to take my business elsewhere and they made arrangements to deliver – I only live about 1 mile from the drugstore. I hate having to threaten to get anything done especially when the problem was not caused by me. I will just call this a small rant – cut short due space limitations. !@#$%.

Otherwise things were all right, although dialysis went awry on Friday – kind of blew up. When the dust settled I ended up  with only 1⁄2 a treatment – better than none. One of the needles wasn’t set right and half way through slipped from the fistula and created a hematoma – a large bruise under the skin created by blood out of the vessel that is very painful. It’ll calm down in the next few days, but it isn’t reasonable to reneedle through a hematoma, so that was it for Friday’s treatment.

That’s about all we have room for this week, so it’s time to settle in with another cuppa and watch the fire. Sweets anyone? Please join me in thanking Willow for her invitation to tea. We are all honored that you dropped by today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please look around at Willow’s other posts while you’re here. Willow is over there serving her guests and chatting it up. Let’s go see how she is today. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing you back here for sweets and beverages of your choice again next week.

And of course  the

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  WEEKEND COFFEE SHARE

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Love Is In Da Blog & SoCs : Aaquaint and or Friend

Just Fooling Around  With Bee said :  today is dedicated to “Stream of Consciousness” and Linda’s “Stream of Consciousness Saturday” which had its first birthday yesterday. So please enjoy our combined prompt and link your posts both to “SoCS” and “Love Is In Da Blog”

LindaGHill said :Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: acquaint and/or friend. Use one, use both, add prefixes or suffixes, but whatever you do, have fun!

Stop Look and  listen

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We pass each other every day on this busy street.

We never make eye contact we never stop to speak.

Rushing here and there we do not stop to think

About the people around us who might be on the brink.

We  are not allow to reach out or even to smile.

People would think  you were mad if you try to stop them for a while.

 

There are so many lonely souls we pass them everyday

They always avert their eyes , why is that always the way.

Why is it so wrong to just turn and smile

To reach out to a passer by and talk to them for a while.

We all could make a difference. We all could make new starts,

We all could help each other out if we opened up our hearts!

 

Look at me fellow loners I am just like you

Busy  out here building walls between me and you.

Let me reach out to you and you could reach back to me

Why can’t we join together and maybe set some of our fears free.

I could be a coat to you I could make you warm

We could make our way through this lonely night and out into the dawn.

Acquainting ourselves  with each other

We could  all find  friends even lovers.

This post is part of SoCS:

This  is  Just  fooling  around  with  Bee  Idea  for  a  February  daily  challenge! To  suit  her  spoilt  inner  child…. and  mine  come  to that so  here  we go! Hold on to your heart!  Join in  here    and  here  and  here 

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