Of Knobs,Locks and Keys

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Northography have a new visual stimulus posted for your writing pleasure. Taken from http://senzingzen.com/  page. I wanted to take up the challenge.

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How many doors, how many floors must we flee down

Must we race down, pace down arms up and face down.

What lies behind the doors, the doorknobs many

strange knobs hob knobs, key holes of which views are there any?

 

How dark these walls so blue, the floor so black it reaches down to hell

The light at the end of the hall so red, red enough to hide the dead as well.

Is the floor a carpet or linoleum I do not know do you

As I run and rush my way along I cannot tell I don’t even care, it’s true,it’s true.

 

So enter here this last door with me and let your lust be free

In my hands I caress your key I love it’s cold feel, it awakens things in me.

So take back your long and lusty key and thrust it deep inside my lock , feel free.

I shall grab and turn your knob  I love the reaction it brings, it makes you sob.

So as we dance the dance of lock and key and hob of knob twist harder your key inside my lock so it  may throb.

 

Excitement gathers  us both up and busts forth all ousing out glorious and messy.

The lock the key, the knob all turning  busting growing flowing pressy!

OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

How many doors, how many floors must we flee down

Must we race down, pace down arms up and face down.

What lies behind the doors, the doorknobs many

strange knobs, hob knobs, key holes of which views are there any?

 

Silver Lining!

She ran, each step leaden. Toward the sunrise through the cloud.

Out of the town towards the morning her lungs aching as she screamed out loud.

Along the rails glowing silver in the pale light onward into the the coming train.

Away from all the chains that held her she runs to fight against the grain.

 

Strangely her dress hem trails heavily behind  her, dragging slowly over the sleepers.

Holding her back as if through water she was treading , suffocating like windows masked by creepers.

In the distance the train approaches sounding off it’s ghastly wail faster, faster it comes further.

At once the the silver dawn light breaks the darkness of the skies the train streaks on and devours her.

Along the the silver linings of the rails her deep red life blood flows on and on it goes.

In the sky the clouds are part to reveal a silver lining which beams down to where a blood red rose grows.

This poem is in response to ” rarasaur”  Prompt to the promptless

http://rarasaur.wordpress.com/2013/05/07/forthepromptless-ep12-silver-lining/

Dust

In the silence little mouse could hear heart beating

Terrified she hid by the cabinet in the dark with the seconds fleeting.

She held her breath hoping against hope that she was magically invisible

Unseen to the human eye but she knew there was no hiding from the inevitable .

His figure was standing in the door now looking straight at her now, fear bites.

He is shouting  now,pulling her up to her feet! Pressure  on her wrists, pushing her fear to new heights.

“What is this , what is this” he screams his eyes bulging his mouth wide, nostrils flaring.

Running his finger along the glass shelf “Dust, dust” shoving a dusty finger toward her, scaring

Her witless, she finds it hard to breath. He pushes her towards the cabinet with the dirty shelf.

It is three in the morning  and she is so tired the little ones had run her ragged all day

The house work and cooking , his returning home late to find her tired, not wanting to play.

“What the hell do you do all day” he was shaking her now she did not know what to say.

Tears stung her eyes as she fought to hold them back , suddenly she dropped a glass…….. it broke with a crack.

There it was all in the eyes.  Little mouse  froze to say something now would be unwise.

“Clear up that glass then get those shelves dusted and while your at it make sure nothing else gets busted.”

Little mouse knew not to argue, even though she was tired , she wanted sleep but she obediently dusted.

A little relieved she watched him go back to bed , his words of her short falls all ringing in her head.

An hour later she crept up the stairs, checked on the babies all asleep, happily unaware. Gently and silently she slid into bed.

Peace, then the gift of sleep drifters into her head,tomorrow it will all start again and that thought alone fills her with dread.

New Life

Sunshine through the window touches on her hair She is a beauty, a pale faced red head, fair beyond compare. In front of her a vase of flowers  filled with classic blooms arranged with love Concealed with the bright petals her avian friends hides He is attracted by the petals hues which he had spotted as he flew above. He has no idea how much this bouquet  means what importance on it rides.   The woman is unhappy she does not know what to do. The flowers are from her man Who has deceived her, they are a request for forgiveness. Sadly she doubts she can. He’s let her down one time too many, taken her love and not returned her any. A cloud crosses the sun casting a shadow on the flowers,her gentle bird flies away. Seizing  the vase she rushes to the bin, life has finally dropped the waiting penny. Alighting gracefully in his cage her bird begins to sing, The woman smiles as at long last she  decides he too will be cast away With the flowers. And her new life can begin.

Twinkle twinkle !

They told me the job was easy, the told me my days would be free

but the fact that it would take me eons to complete was the fact they kept from me.

They asked if I was serious, they inquired  if I was trustworthy, hard working and able to work alone.

They forgot to tell me my eyes would be completely boggled every morning when I got home.

They gave me a computer a pad and pen

and they threw in broadband but after that I did not hear from them again!

Their medical division offered me some dark glasses but I think that was a joke.

The scientific section got me a telescope. I was all excited with this job and so  full of hope.

They showed me my work station it was in a field

they bought me in a ergonomic chair across the grass it wheeled.

I was allowed two tea breaks and a 30 minute lunch

but definitely no coffee at my desk, and they threw in some coloured bands so I could keep my pens all in a bunch.

They gave me an umbrella in case there should be rain

and a little woolly hat just to protect my brain.

So now I was ready excited and inspired

I was determined to make them glad that it was me they had hired.

Now I hear your brain ticking I know what you want to know

what is it that my job is and why does it please me so.

I have to count the stars all of them up in the skies.

Which means I shall be busy every night with stars before my eyes!

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Anger

Anger, is nasty,anger is harsh and  mean

Anger is aggressive and it always causes a scene.

Anger is childish  demanding  everyone’s attention

Anger, kicking out and punching, smashing all convention.

 

Anger laughs when you break down and cry

Never does it give a shit nor will it ever explain why.

Growing in the dark, feeding on insecurities and  hate

Ever feeding  panic and dripping acid on  good grace.

Ripping away at your innards clawing growing a pace.

 

Anger is ever present spoiling everything it touches

Anger a vicious bitch  kicking away your crutches.

Anger  is a cancer chewing at your bowl

Anger never flinches however much you howl.

 

Anger laughs when you break down and cry

Never does it give a shit nor will it ever explain why.

Growing in the dark, feeding on insecurities and  hate

Ever feeding  panic and dripping acid on  good grace.

Ripping away at your innards clawing growing a pace.

 

Anger is malicious back stabbing and snide

Anger can rip you apart and toss you to one side.

Anger will suck your blood and gnaw on your bones

Anger will drain you of life and dump lost and alone.

 

Anger is ever present stripping the good away

Never giving in,chipping away at you night and day

Growing and gathering momentum  consuming you from within

Ever whispering viscous poison in your ear whilst fixing you with a grin

Recoiling at the slightest sign of kindness Anger, Anger is a bloody sin!

Drowning

Running through the tunnel, afraid of my own shadow

I can’t breath  this place is dark and  so narrow.

I hear the river on the other side of the wall

she is whispering  and to me I hear her call.

She’s after me I know, if I trip she’ll catch me as I fall.

 

She is flowing , flowing  her powers growing, growing

Fingers rippling , rippling reaching out for me

Please don’t let her catch hold of me or I shall never again be free.

 

I hear her she is seeping through the walls

in my ears her voice, as my name she calls

My lungs hurt with heaving.  I am lost

I need to escape   but freedom comes at a cost.

 

Here she comes flowing fast around my feet,

I am exhausted now she has hold of me now I am beat.

Slowly now she is flowing up my body there is no point to fight

I give in, I give up she has won. I release you soul hurry take flight.

 

She is flowing , flowing  her powers growing growing

Fingers rippling , rippling reaching out for me

Please don’t let her catch hold of me or I shall never again be free.

 

 

 

Three Awards !

I want to thank  transcendingbordersblog.wordpress.com for nominating me for The Liebster Award! Thank you so much for your awesome support!


LIEBSTER AWARD-NOMINATED!

THE RULES ARE:

1-Say 11 things about yourself.

2-Answer 11 questions that are asked by the blogger who nominated you.

3-Award 11 people, while creating 11 questions.

4 Notify all nominees on their blog

QUESTIONS ASKED:

1-What got you into writing/blogging?

an accident.

2-Have you ever felt you hit rock bottom?

Yes more than once , but as ever I just had to get up and get on.

3-Is there something you regret not doing in life?

Yes I would of loved to have traveled more and I would really of loved

to have been able to make a difference to people who  are in need.

4–What is your favorite color?

blue and red and sometimes purple

5-What are the things that scare you?

LIFE

6-Do you believe in a Higher Power such as God?

YES!

7-Was there someone you looked up to while growing up?

My parents

8-What is the biggest turnoff in a man/woman?

Selfishness

9 if you could go anywhere in the world were would it be?

Australia, New Z eland

10-Do you prefer city or suburb life?

Town

11-If you could learn one random skill, what would you learn?

To play an instrument

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You know all there is to know about me  already!

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Nominations? ….. wait a moment!

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Next I need to thank Shaun

for this award, one I have not received before so thank you.

There are of course on blogs as in life rules.

  1.    1     Thank the person who nominated you
  2.    2    List 5 random facts about yourself
  3.     3   Nominate a minimum of 5 blogs for the award
  4.      4  Ask the nominees 5 questions of your choice
  5. Notify all nominees on their blog

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About  me  5 Random things about me.

I love to colour my hair and change the style

I love to have painted nails and toes

I love People

I love to blog

I have told you all the interesting / noble/ helpful things already

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Questions from me to you ,

I don’t want to put you under any pressure so if you wish to  volunteer any facts feel free

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Nominations ….. be patient!

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Finally last but not least 

for this new award called the Sweets blogger Award!

Thanks Soadhachami who nominated me

The rules to this award (for me and all nominees) are:

1 Thank the person who nominated you

2. Answer five super sweet questions

3. Include the Super Sweet Blogging award image in your blog post

4. Nominate a baker’s dozen (13) other bloggers

5. Notify your nominees on their blog

The 5 sweet questions:  Insert your own answers if you want to.

Cookies or Cake?   Both

Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla

Favorite Sweet Treat?  Cadburys milk chocolate

When do you crave sweet things the most?  constantly

Sweet Nick Name? not got one 

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And FINALLY I WILL NOMINATE SOME BLOGGERS AND THEY WILL RECEIVE ALL THREE  AWARDS

Please if you cannot comply with all the rules just accept , life is hard enough without any extra pressure!

http://matronbell.wordpress.com/

http://pathwayofpoetry.com/

kelihasablog.wordpress.com     I know you are busy

writeonheidi.wordpress.com

http://penpusherpen.wordpress.com/     I know you do not have much time

transcendingbordersblog.wordpress.com

prayingforoneday.wordpress.com/

http://shadowedinmoonlight.wordpress.com/

wordsfallfrommyeyes.wordpress.com

sheridegrom.com

ericalagan.net

I would like to nominate everyone, but I can’t so , remember no pressure on the the rules!

What happened next

I thought I had better let you all know that J did indeed recover and thrive. It took over a year for him to recover completely. I am pleased to report  he was a beautiful baby, a cheeky toddler a normal teenager, a music student and with many a turn along the way he is now a happily married man. In fact at his wedding his eldest brother took my arm and said ‘ don’t start crying now mum you will set me off, that is my baby brother standing at the top of that aisle ‘

Funny really my eldest son nearly died when he was born, if my husband had not noticed he was blue and shivering we might have lost him. He was whisked away and the next time we saw him he was in an incubator, tubes and wires all over the place. A shot of red hair and blue blue eyes.

He was there for over a fortnight, one of the hardest things I had to do was to go home and leave him behind, my baby, my boy, my first born. I spent as much time as possible at the hospital but it never felt it was long enough!

He survived , he refused to feed when I finally got him home. Apparently this is not unusual for a prem baby used to being fed by tubes. I shall not go into his  ups and downs which were MANY! He is alive and well and fast approaching forty . He has always been a force for life.

Then our middle son was born, again prem,  he was an express birth. 7pm I was cooking dinner for guests, my husband not yet home from work… when M decided to put in an appearance! It was a case of neighbour came in to babysit until our friends arrived to cook their own dinner! I taken off in an Ambulance, husband  arrived 8.45pm  baby arrives 9pm, I went into shock, baby went into incubator!

Again all went well in the end. M  has had a hard time. He has been a trouble teenager and a troubled man  but he has always worked hard and is a loving person.

After I broke my  back the second time  I had been in hospital for nearly 26hrs, I was in agony, I needed a catheter, some pain relief and the sister kept telling me we need to wait for the Dr  to arrive. I was desperate, my  husband had gone home to get me some things, I was alone scared and in pain. M waked in to the ward, he took in the situation, he spoke to the sister, told me all was going to be fine, I would be catheterized and given pain relief asap, I was going for an scan right now and he was coming with me. He took charge and helped me when I needed him most and all that after  a long drive to get to see me.

I am going to stop now and hope I have not bored you. I am going to leave you with a video and expresses all the advice I  have ever want to give my boys.Not only advice  but all the things I hope for them in the lyrics of the song.  I love my family and I love all of you .

Whooping Cough

He was always being sick, I was not imagining it nor was I imagining that noise he was making . It sounded like whooping cough, but he was only two weeks old?

I was at my whits end, he had started being sick before I had even left the hospital, yet no one would listen to me. I had had enough and so here I was in the Drs surgery siting in the hall way, mind you, because my beautiful baby was coughing so much he was being sick and I could not stand the reproving looks from the other waiting, patients.

I was sweating  and stressed I knew this baby was ill, I had been through some very scary things with my other two boys .  P spending the first fortnight of his life in an incubator  because he had ‘post natal distress’ . Both boys had had collapsed lungs due to asthma, M had had his tonsils out then hemorrhaged when I got him home! he and P had both had Measles and Mumps and chickenpox to name a few , need I go on I did know a sick child when I saw one!

Finally the Dr called us in. I had known him now for the last nine years and he insisted we use first names  which did make things feel easier. He was not happy with J he was not sure if he had a blockage in his throat or stomach but also felt that as I knew my baby best, I could be right in my diagnosis ! I can tell you now I did not want to be right!

All the Dr could do was pat me on the shoulder and pack us off to the nearest hospital. He had rung ahead and alerted the pediatric  ward of our plight. I do no remember how I got to the hospital , there were no mobile phones, I did not drive in those days and I doubt I took the bus. I should think I had either phoned my husband from the surgery,and  as all of my friends who drove would also of had children and I could not in all conscience expose any of them to whatever it was that J had.

I remember being in the hospital though, I was with J in a single room a glass wall separating us from the nursing station. I did not realize immediately that J was on the danger list and we were in a Barrier Nursing Ward. I was wearing a gown and watching  my baby, my little boy sleeping fitfully and coughing , coughing, coughing!

I spent whole days there and often late into the evenings, my husband joining m morning e as often as he could. My neighbour helped by picking the boys up from school and feeding them for me. I had often looked after her daughter, even taken her on holiday……. but I still felt bad. I would drop them off at school in the morning  then go straight up to the hospital.  I don’t remember how but I managed to shop and do the washing look after the boys and one weekend we even had visitors.

One weekend my husband brought P and M and the little girl next door to see J, they were not allowed on the ward so my husband walked them right round the building and they waved and made faces through the window….. good job we were on the ground floor. It hurt me to see them touching the glass, looking so sad, they really loved and missed J.

For some reason it took the medical staff nearly a fortnight to finally tell us for certain that J had Whooping Cough! How did he get that straight out of hospital, I just don’t know. He was so ill it was awful, I had to watch him suffering that awful cough. Every time he was sick I had to feed him a bottle of milk  then he would sleep then the cough would start. Then one weekend I had gone home for a rest, ( we had visitors ). I had just had a bath and got ready to face the world when the hospital rang to say it was touch and go. They asked us not to come in as there was nothing we could do and we would only get upset.

Get up……… I was upset. I stood in the hall looking at the phone, when our guests came out to ask when we were going out for our meal. ……. I don’t remember what or if I ate all I remember is worrying…………….

However  he  made it  through  the  night, he  took months  to recover   infact it  was over a year  before  he really improved. I  could  not take  him out until the summer,  he was born in the January  and  was not able  to be taken out  until late May early  June.

He  is a grown man  now with a baby  of  his  own….

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