Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge #63 – Cover & Precipitation

Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge #63 – Cover & Precipitation (#SynonymsOnly)

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I cover my head

As rain falls all around me

My heart is breaking.

Veiled I am in hopelessness

Life sprinkles trial after trial.

Homeless at Christmas

I  originally wrote  this in  December  2013  but it is  still relevant  so. Have revamped it a little.

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I hope it won’t snow this Christmas

It’s one of my biggest fears.

It was so bitter last year even

Thinking of it makes me shed tear.

The homless won’t be eating Turkey with all the trim

Unless they find a charity shelter which they can get in.

The people at the shelters are angels from up above

They give their time and plenty love.

They really are saviours they really do so much good.

They give warmth and comfort, dinner and even  Christmas pud.

OH! why are they out here I hear you say.

There are lots of reasons, have you got all day?

Dave got made redundant the bills he couldn’t pay

So the bank stepped in and took his home away.

His wife could not stand the B&B that the social offered them

So she took the children off to live with her mum so Dave won’t see them again.

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Jen, she was cheeky girl always having fun

Staying out late and playing up in the end it got too much for her mum!

After a big row one night  in the summer she asked Jen to go,

So she is struggling alone out there, when your homeless it is amazing how fast your friends all go.

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Rob well his story is very sad,

It all started with his drinking then he discovered drugs. He became violent and everything turned bad.

He fell out with his mother’s boyfriend who told him he had to go

And then threw him out into the December  snow.

The reasons are legion you can take your pick,

People  who  loose  their jobs  because  they became  sick

From parents who can’t cope

To addictions that make you loose all hope,

Parents or family who beat you, family who will not stop at a touch

They want you to give them way too much.

This may all seem morbid this may all seem too sad

I hate to tell you all, things can be so very, very bad.

People young and old see their hopes and dreams unfold and vanish in clouds of smoke

As they end up on the streets lost and without any hope.

So enjoy your Christmas parties, your families and your Yule tide fare

But as you raise a toast remember the homeless ones out there .

 

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #180 Slow&Burn

This week Ronovanwrites has set us the two words Slow and Burn.

This pain that I feel

Depression  hidden but real

It is a slow burn.

 

Childlike eyes delight

The train pulls to a slow  stop

Christmas spirit burns.