11/11/ Every Year : We Must Not Forget.

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Today was a special day a date carved in my mind.

Today it is time for us to remember the soldiers who died for all mankind.

Walking up to town today my poppy on show

just a little reminder, my reverence to show.

The high street was busy full of people to and fro

and traffic rushing through as motorists on their journeys go.

Today it will be different, today is not the norm, though busy roads and people about their business go.

Outside the Town Hall and in the Market Place

groups of people gather some smile and wave the older men embrace.

Now the clock hands approach the eleventh hour

and through our town surges gratefulness you can feel it’s power.

For every shopper stops and stands and every coffee shop and bar is silent now because the clock bell tolls the hour.

The tills in the supermarkets and every shop are silent and with stationary shoppers filled

and even the mighty traffic is in it journey is stilled.

In silence I stood and watched this strangest but most merited tribute

and as ever I shed a tear as the old men took a salute.

Two minutes and it was over all trace of silence gone,

the shops are once more busy the stilled traffic now moves on.

I meet my friend and as in to Costa we go

I say a silent thank you to all those brave men and women who I do not know.

They fought , some gave their lives for me so I could be free, in Flanders , Turbrook and Tripoli,

on the Somme , Leningrad, Pearl Harbour and Helmand Province,

Iraq and Iran and many, many other places defended by a brave woman or a man.

I make no apology I will be politically in-correct for so many have offered up their lives and my life they still effect!

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They fought against what ever foe that threatened our freedom to take and they often had to give the biggest sacrifice anyone  has to make.

I shall not forget them and neither should you

for without them you would not be free to do most of the things you do!

So on this 11th day at the 11th hour of this 11th month I stood  with many others to salute our soldiers, sailors and our airmen and many, many others. For they have given their all for us my sisters and my brothers.We owe them a THANK YOU.

THANK YOU

Soldiers Fade Away

Painting at Taplow Court

We sent them off to war,

these bright young men

We had no knowledge of what they saw,

They were  bright young men  no more .

Yes they were brave and they were whole

Those that survived had all lost their soul.

Many died, they were the lucky ones , death to them was kind.

Those who returned were faded in body and mind.

Their loved ones at first relieved

Soon found they had much cause to grieve.

Though there in body broken, they were not home in their mind

Whether whole in body or not they had left their minds behind.

They went out whole, these bright young things

Taplow Court

They went full of pride for God and Kings

They ran head long into hell

Yet on return they could not relinquish it’s spell.

So we had a nation of half men ghosts

Whimpering fearful their heads still have them at their posts.

The trenches and the blasts of bombs, the smell of death

Clung to them and bled them dry, the whole in body, the blind, the amputee it was as if the battle, they never left

We sent them off to war,

These bright young men

We had no knowledge of what they saw,

They were bright young men no more.

NaBloPoMo Death’s Book is Lost

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The father looked down on his frightened  son

I know what is happening , I know why you have come.

The Angel of death  felt all his worries wash away

He was home, away from the horrors and he wanted to stay.

Death was fuming , where had that errant angel gone

War  was  bored, famine was wondering where his next meal would come from.

Plague  was unwell he thought it might be man flu

Death was worn out he really had run out of things he could do.

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Musical Theme : Emotions

Ellie Goulding Explosions : This  video depicts exactly  the feeling  you get  when you  get

to the end of your tether. So much  coming at you , everything you have ever feared or dreaded!

Then  pow you are  set right off , an explosion in your head!

Eyesore, Maria Mena  self loathing: Anorexia, Bulimia all brought on  by bad experiences  as a child.

Not feeling  good about yourself. Not  good enough,   no one  must  see you you must stay thin.

Fear of food, fear of body image.

The Mirror Lies

Another poem by me.

Look in the mirror what do you see,

I see a skeleton pleading to me.

You do not see the same, you see rivers of fat .

If you let this go on you will be dead and that’s that

How did this happen how did this come to pass.

Why do you feel no one loves you, if you would only ask.

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Was it a neurotic mother who showed the way

counting calories and eating less day after day.

She treated you as she did herself, it is no wonder now

that you have developed this curse.

Was it the adverts you saw every day

with lithe young girls posing in magazines and posters and on TV you saw while you were at play.

What drives a child younger than ten to vow

to herself she will not eat again. 

Did the children in the school yard taunt you and say

“little miss piggy just go away ”

They did not mean to hurt they did not know

that those words would cripple you so.

I say they the were innocent but that might not be true

for children can be so unkind and don’t care about the damage they do.

Was it that careless joking aside from your lover or best friend

that hit you so hard that your mind started to bend.

It changed the image the mirror showed to you

and you watch as the fat piled on , but only in your eyes was it true.

Now it is nearly too late the pleads and entreaties for you to put on some weight.

Just simply fall on deaf ears

and as you slip away  your gums bleed, full filling our worst fears

Was it your boss who shattered your confidence by making a careless remark 

about eating too many cakes that caused you to a  binge and vomit then on this  course to embark.

Sadly it is all or nothing for you,

sadly my love it will be the death of you too.

It may seem like a mountain to climb but please take my 

hand and except my love, your running out of time.

Mothers and fathers what ever you do

make sure your children know you love them and make time to spend with them too.

Teachers  and government  make sure that healthy diets are taught

and evil nasty bullies are dealt with as soon as they are caught.

We need our children and our young people too

we must guide them and love them as they need to see we are true.

We will never stop the adverts  on TV, posters and press

but we can talk to our children and tell them these models are just there to impress.

The rich cats are just out to make money

they don’t  give a damn about the models or you honey.!

So I reach out my hand and offer some hope

every one is beautiful in their own way just remember you are loved and we can help you to cope.

Beauty is skin deep what is inside is what is key

the soul and heart dictate what you should be.

You cannot chase the perfect body all of your life you

will have to give up so much as you will not have time to live life.

 

Imogen Heap.  Say  Goodnight and go. Obsession / unrequited love . The young  girl is besotted

by the  boy  who only see her  as a work colleague. She  follows him  watches him and dreams!

Regina Spektor Fear of Cancer : Fear! the not me  I am not that type , if I close my eyes it is not happening to me. A mother has to face up  to the fact that she is ill………. tough emotions

Prima Donna Girl,  Marina and the diamonds: Need greed  and more insecurity! Pity even.

Beautiful South Take a little time anger : All the horrible  feelings  that  are brought on  by

marital discord! So many emotions.

Imogen Heap who’s getting scared now, revenge hate Oh! the chance to face up to those who bullied  you at  school and  made your life so  bad the chance to show them you have blossomed and grown!!

It’s nothing less than abuse

Rounded shoulders head hung down

why do they all make fun of me I am not a clown.

Sitting in the row spiteful girls stick their pens in my legs.

Teacher at the front she must never know, she wouldn’t help she treats me like dregs.

Following me nearly home, calling me mean names,

in the playground I always stand alone they don’t pick me for their games.

Opening my desk finding it’s been trashed ,

my text book been drawn in and my favourite doll has been  smashed.

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Mum tried her hardest but being the youngest of six

my things did not get replaced they just got fixed.

My plimsolls were the wrong colour they were black instead of white ,

I was hauled up on the stage, lectured in front of the school then had to stay on late that night.

I just could not make it I could not win with staff and girls against me all I could do was just give in.

I met my boyfriend, and his friends did not like me because I spoke differently,

I was from the posh school.  They though I was rich, I was not I was just like them it would of made no

difference if I’d let them know.

When we  were out or at a party they were pleasant to my face

but if my guy was not there and behind my back the things they said were just a disgrace.

They joined the line of teachers and my piers

it makes me wonder now how I stood it for all those years.

I am not saying I had no friends, no that would not be true.

I did have friends and they were good   but they were the very few.

I always felt so ugly, too fat and too short

and if anyone was nice to me I could not believe it. What do they want was my first thought.

Things got better when I started work I seemed to come out of my shell

like a little butterfly I changed and put aside my days of living hell.

They tell you, you don’t  realize that school days are the best days of your life ,

thank God I never listened or I would of ended mine with a knife.

Thank God I grew away from all the pain

but sometimes I see a face  hear a voice or a name and it all floods back again.

I am older now and have all that I could ask for, family and friends but sometimes

my calm deserts me and confidence takes flight,

fear and dark descends and I feel lost in the night.

I ask the question now why children’s jibes and actions  can be so mean and cruel.

The worse days of my life were my years at school.

I cry each time I read or hear on the news how children can hurt each other IT NOTHING LESS THAN ABUSE

(My poem on bullying written from personal  memories. )  https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2012/04/13/its-nothing-less-than-abuse-2/

Alanis  Moristte : Thank you : You  might  say gratitude,  well yes  gratitude is there  but also is irony but so is depression, fear and paranoia.

I Am Stretched on Your Grave lyrics (Kate Rusby).  Grief, love  and desperation the loss of  a lover  husband, son   what can I say . Grief.

Sinade O’Conner My Three Babies. : Mother love, pure and simple asking  nothing and giving all unconditional.

Mother Love (Acrostic)

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Mother love is selfless and deeper than the 

Ocean, boundless and undemanding  always 

There when you need it. No judgement or side taken

However far or expensive to pocket or heart. Love is  

Everlasting, open handed  and without question.

Ready always to be sweep in and  scoop you up and love you.

Loyal and true always at the end of a phone

Open minded to your problems never judging or

Vengeful unless called to be on your behalf

Even though you may not deserve it , it’s there Mother Love.

Written  by me.

 

 

Also entries on this theme can be found at

Eva       http://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/11/09/emotions-or-no-numb-here-musical-theme/

Johnny   http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/corvidea-music-theme-for-november-4/

Deborah http://myriad234.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/new-music-theme-for-nov-4-co