It’s a Bump!

It is so easy when they are in your tums

showing off your latests phones to impress your chums.

You have no idea of the traumas that are about to come!

Look at you , looking so cool in the latest designer gear “innit”

with ya phone and ya cigarettes and your dreams in tatters

You don’t know the first thing about baby matters.

It is all so easy when they are still inside, you feel cool among your friends it makes you different gives you a sense of pride. Mind you it does get a tad scary when you wake in the night on your own with no where to hide.

Go on dreaming of your smart new pushchair with it’s central handle and three wheel drive and your new smart phone on which you so rely.

How ya  gonna cope when the pains come, and you truly believe an alien is trying to rip it’s way out of ya tum? Where will your friends be then? You will be on your own maybe just a midwife or if you lucky your Mum to hear you groan.

It is okay posing with your friends but what is going to happen when  the day ends.

You all say goodbye then they are all gone, you all have to get on with lives and cope with your babies on your own.

Not so bling , not so fun , no so Gucci  is it Hun?  All they do is feed and pooh and if they need changing or soothing it is all down to you. It is hard to keep the school work up to date, and sometimes Mum and  Dad don’t want to know and some of you get left to your own fate.

Some of you have to struggle on your own

no one to help for whatever reason you could not stay at home.

Some of you will marry your teen-aged bow but he will not have the skills

for a good job so, you both will struggle and you will row . Suddenly it does not

feel cool to be a teen-aged mum now.

Some of you will have to give up the chance of the career you yearned for

too busy looking after your babe, up to eyes in washing you cry behind your door.

So all I can say to you is that it is not all fun, it is hard and not glitzy to be a mum. You can forget your dreams of being a model or a pop star and you will be far too busy to get a top notch career to go very far.

So think about this and and don’t rush into mother hood if you are using it to be noticed or to escape . It is not big it is not right to have a bump as a badge  a baby is not for show a baby is for life.

Too Tired to Blog

Too tired because there is too much in my head!

It is too late too blog so please accept some love and joy instead!

God bless you all I am off to my bed!

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The Versitile Blogger Award

A really big thank you  to writingthebody for nominating me for the Versitile Blogger award.

thank you.

Versatile Blogger Rules  (If you choose to obey them)

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  • Drop them a comment to tip them off after you’ve linked them in the post
  • Post 7 interesting things about yourself.

I have already received this award  and so I want to recommend that you all visit writingthebody  wonderful page.

I am sure 3that by now you probably know more interesting things about me than I know myself. so I will not bore you with anymore but I will nominate some lovely bloggers I really would love to nominate everyone I know on wordpress but I am going to follow the rules , so here we go. In no particular order.

1 lenwilliamscarver

2 Cat Forsley

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4wordsfallfrommyeyes.wordpress.com

5 parmisrad.wordpress.com

6 wistfulsinner.wordpress.com

7 poetryandpersistence.wordpress.com

8 Matrone Bell

9 chicpress.wordpress.com

10 tigergroves.wordpress.com

11 greatpoetrymhf.wordpress.com

12 foreverpoetic.wordpress.com

14 eof737.wordpress.com/

15 http://moonlightvenus.wordpress.com/

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Finished the end of an era.

Hush hush don’t say a word ,

not one wants to hear what you say so silence little bird.

No good you flashing those blue eyes at the world

they are not charmed by you so you can stop now little girl.

No , No we don’t want to be told any more

we no longer believe that the world owes you a living, it doesn’t, so get up off the floor.

Those huge eyes do not fool me any more

I am sick and tired of the grief that you lay at my door.

So take your debts and your problems somewhere else

I can’t take any more, all these years I have thought of you and nothing else.

Until you start to care about us you are going nowhere except down

to the depths of grief and disgust.

So that is it , it has been said now the bomb that is our relationship

has finally exploded KAPOW!

I am too tired of coping and too tired to try any more so sling your hook

you are no longer welcome at my door.

I truly cannot cope with the lies and the grief

you have taken , taken in fact you are no better than a thief/

Trapped in a box

Trapped in a box what can she do each day gets worse she is being ripped in two. Trapped in a box not allowed to move, the straps that get always tighter nothing ever improves.

Trapped in a box there is not enough air the walls are ever encroaching she has no space to spare . Tied at her ankles and at her wrists with invisible ropes which burn and cut as they twist.

Trapped in a box poor little girl, or she was until her life started to unfurl. Trapped in a box her life ticking by she has had her wings clipped and she can no longer fly.

Trapped in a box whatever she she tries to do, he will of got there and done it for you. He will do everything that and finish every chore and he will of finished it quicker and better that she ever did before.

Trapped in a box poor thing as I said her wings clipped and no longer allowed to sing. No need to think any more it has all been sorted and done and dusted and what is more it is all done better than she ever did it before. So poor little girl trapped in a box is time to give up and accept your lot?

Well is it , is it?? God I truly hope not.

Frustration,madness

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It rages in my head the hunger for it goes unfed. It crawls around in sludge like an almighty dread, it screams and and groans and claws at my head.

The need, the greed consumes me, it ripples through my brain pushing pulling to the brink of pain. To lift me high then dash me down again . They crawl and grab they lung and stab. Body to body soul to soul they creep through my head writhing, grinding ever faster to reach their goal.

They flounder they grapple they bite and they suck , they cry and they scream and they curse at my luck. The sword fights the cross and cross starts to burn and fight thunders through my head and Oh! how I yearn.

To be eased, appeased , sated and pleased. Not baron dried out and  teased. It is eating me up and it wont let me rest I need it I want it I demand it this is not a request. It is driving me mad it is making me sad I am upsetting my friends and strangers think I am mad.

It is gnawing me, goring me, splitting me in two and they will all creep inside me what on earth can I do. HELP ME, help me I am going mad oh! just forget it it’s all so f##king sad!

 

 

Bleeding heart

Is it really all me, am I really the ignorant bitch, is that all you see. Will the never knowing which way you will react ever become easy. Will it relax my brow and my stomach un- impact. These deep cracks across my face caused by fear, your kindness could so easily relax and erase.

Ever present stress has become the norm I check what I say from dusk to dawn. Yet no matter how hard I try I mess things up, you shout, I cry. Why do I stay I am not sure I have asked myself this a thousand times or more.

I try to keep you happy I flatter and I calm. I do everything I can to keep you from harm. All the good I do gets blown away  by a simple word or an utterance, a stupid action or sentence thrown away.

Your words are harsh your words are cruel your actions can reduce me to jelly and make me look a fool. Your demands can spoil any day things must go your way, no grey for you no shades, you can gut me, disembowel me drag my faults out and them display.

What am I just a bleeding heart put on this world for you to tear apart. I am so tired so very tired I would leave escape if I were smart. But we both know we shall not part for you  have tight the strings of my heart. You knew that from the very start..

Lady in the blue dress.

What do you see lady in blue, those watchful eyes what do they view, why so tight lipped are you. I can see you are stressed just look at you, leaning forward your hands are tense your whole demeanour cries self defence.

Such a lovely dress but something is wrong why not short sleeves and with your legs it is way too long.Your husband is at the bar you sit and watch him from afar.He likes a shapely young body a weakness for a pretty face he is not worried if you see. Such a shit he is a disgrace.

You should not worry , you should not care, you still have your girlish figure and your flame red hair, your eyes are still that glorious blue you have hardly changed since he married you.

It is sad his words have worn you down , he has taken your smile and stretched it into a frown.  He has pointed out your flaws too often and criticized you so much his shouted put downs have not been forgotten he has shown you up once too often.

Every time he pushes you too far he buys you a pretty trinket like your amber necklace or a car. He thinks if he showers you with gifts you will forget the scars.

Take some strength girl don’t keep caving in you are the stronger one, you have all the strength of character. Much more than him, truth be known he has none. He is just a show off and a bully, he is a coward inside. What kind of man is it that feels big when he makes you cry.

He is the one who would fall apart if you left so please lady in the blue dress find smile don’t look so bereaved.

Deep love

Silently she stood there, riveted to the spot. Her eyes searched the floundering ship for sight of her man…. that sight there was not.  So near, so near and yet so far.

The wind was high and the waves dashed against the shore the clouds were heavy and lightening flashed across the sky. Her whole life was ebbing away right before her eyes and faintly on the wind she could her the survivors plaintiff cries.

She knew her man was there and he could not be saved it broke her heart to watch her beloved and crew as they sank to their grave. All day and all night she stood and watched the ship she refused to to leave the beach she wept and prayed to God, alas it did no good.

Ghostly she looked as she walked into the waves , her heavy dress dragged her down but she did not struggle she swam out to the wreck and joined her man and his men in their watery graves.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUiu-JztpKE

Praying for safe return.

Sitting looking out to sea, the women on the rocks await the men’s return to safety.
To hearth and home, warm and comfy not lonely widows left alone.

Scanning the horizon watching and waiting to catch the first glimpse of the sails. Praying their men will return with lots of fish to tip the scales.

Everyone’s lives hanging by the thread those on land and those on  the seas each need the other alive not dead. Life was hard then, if the men failed to bring in the fish the family would perish.

The storms are coming in bringing fear in their wake . The women and the children strain to see if the the little fleet will safe harbour make. Prayers are offered up on the shore and on the boats for safe return and generous  hauls upon the boats.

The wind is strong it is blowing a gale the rain is lashing down but at last someone calls that they have seen a sail. Everyone runs down to the harbour to greet the fleet. All pray secretly that their man will be home safe , how they will hug them when they meet.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUiu-JztpKE

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