Throwback Thursday #7 School Daze.

Throwback Thursday Memory Blog

Caution this is not a fun blog post but it’s a true one from my heart.

Maggie is our hostess this week as she alternates with Lauren for the Throwback Thursday/ I Remember When series. 
This week’s prompt is: School Memories – Take this prompt wherever it leads you. Here are some suggestions to consider.

Who was your favorite teacher? What about your worst? Were you a member of any clubs? Did you attend homecoming or the prom? What was your favorite subject? Were you the perfect student or a troublemaker? What clothes were in style when you were in school? How did you get to school? Bus, walk, drive? Any extracurricular activities? What did you do for lunch? Did you attend football games or other sports? Did you attend school when corporal punishment was applied? Have a school photo you wish to share?

I wrote this poem on abuse at school by piers and teachers, in 2012. It  is personal and I am not afraid to say so. My school days were among the worst days of my life. I was lucky in a way as there was no internet in my day, once I was home I was more or less safe.

It can be even worse these days as there is now cyber bullying so the poor victim cannot get away from it unless they cut themselves off completely from the modern appliances. In fact some people are Tolled after their death and so it is their family that carry on receiving the bullying.

It is abuse it should be stopped but the schools do not seem to be able to stop it !

It’s nothing less than abuse.

Rounded shoulders head hung down

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.

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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.

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 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.

#TANKATUESDAY WEEKLY POETRY CHALLENGE: #POET’S CHOICE

Dark Dreams

Dreams
Standing
On a ledge
Fear, spider like
Creeps closer to you
Drenching you with cold sweat
Paralysed you cannot move to
The is no chance of escaping
The blackness engulfs you and you drown
Sinking to the depths of the black abyss.

THIS IS PART OF COLLEEN’S TANKA TUESDAY WEEKLY POETRY CHALLENGE. THIS WEEK I HAVE WRITTEN AN ETHEREE.

Song Lyric Sunday:What’s in Traffic?

Sunday is upon us again and it time Jim Adams to host Song Lyric Sunday. Today July 25 the prompt is – Automobile, Car, Jalopy, Vehicle suggested by Melanie B Cee of sparksfromacombustiblemind.

So I thought what shall I choose there are so many great tunes out there. I was taken back to 1979. We had escaped from Exmouth in Devon, we had not quite made it back home to London but we were back in the hub. Life with two out of what would end up as three boys was not so hard. I always had my music. Gary Newman , part of the new wave was right up my street. I didn’t drive in those days, I had to walk everywhere! This song was actually released on our eighth wedding anniversary!

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Cars” is the debut solo single by English musician Gary Numan. It was released on 21 August 1979 and is from his debut studio album, The Pleasure Principle. The song reached the top of the charts in several countries, and today is considered a new wave staple.

The song was the first release credited solely to Gary Numan after he dropped the band name Tubeway Army, under which name he had released four singles and two LPs, including the number one UK hit “Are ‘Friends’ Electric?“, and its parent album, Replicas. Musically, the new song was somewhat lighter and more pop-oriented than its predecessors, Numan later conceding that he had chart success in mind: “This was the first time I had written a song with the intention of ‘maybe it could be a hit single’; I was writing this before ‘Are “Friends” Electric?’ happened.” He has since described “Cars” as “a pretty average song”.

In the UK charts, it reached number 1 in 1979, and in 1980 hit number 1 in Canada two weeks running on the RPM national singles chart  (29 weeks in the top 100). It was his only single tochart there. It rose to #4 on the US Cash Box Top 100 and #9 on the US Billboard Hot 100. Though Numan had a string of hits in the UK, “Cars” was his only song in the American Pop charts.

information from Wiki.

Here in my car
I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors
It’s the only way to live in carsHere in my car
I can only receive
I can listen to you
It keeps me stable for days in carsHere in my car
Where the image breaks down
Will you visit me please
If I open my door in carsHere in my car
I know I’ve started to think
About leaving tonight
Although nothing seems right in carsSource: Musixmatch.

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Jalopy was a harder until in the back of my mind I remembered this Connie Frances song Hollywood. I was very young but I had older brothers and sisters and music was always playing in our house.

Concetta Rosa Maria Franconero (born December 12, 1937), known professionally as Connie Francis, is an American pop singer, former actress, and top-charting female vocalist of the late 1950s and early 1960s. Although her chart success waned in the second half of the 1960s, Francis remained a top concert draw. Information from Wikipedia

Whose jalopy is covered with junk
But don’t have any money for lunch?
It’s Hollywood, it’s HollywoodWho’s the local star
With the big, fine car?
It’s HollywoodWho wears the shady glasses after dark?
Who tries to talk the little girlie’s into parking?
It’s Hollywood, HollywoodWho’s the local yokel with
The horn rimmed bifocals?
It’s Hollywood
Go, go, goWho else would hold a cigarette like that?
Who else would wear a little Frenchy’s hat?
No one but Hollywood, HollywoodWho thinks he’s been around
But ain’t never been out of town?
It’s HollywoodI’ll give you just one little guess
At who old Hollywood’s trying to impress
You’re right, it’s Hollywood, HollywoodWho’s that farmer
Who think he’s a charmer?
It’s HollywoodYeah, it’s Hollywood all right
Here Hollywood, here’s a quarter
Go buy yourself some, ah, continental pants
Ascot, cigarette holder etc, etcSource: MusixmatchSongwriters: John D. Loudermilk.

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In the same year as the Gary Newman Track I heard Automobile by John Prime. It really could not of been any more different. The album Pink Cadillac blew my mind ..

John Edward Prine (October 10, 1946 – April 7, 2020) was an American country folk singer-songwriter. He was active as a composer, recording artist, live performer, and occasional actor from the early 1970s until his death, and was known for an often humorous style of original music that has elements of protest and social commentary.

Born and raised in Maywood, Illinois, Prine learned to play the guitar at the age of 14. He attended classes at Chicago’s Old Town School of Folk Music. After serving in West Germany with the U.S. Army, he returned to Chicago in the late 1960s, where he worked as a mailman, writing and singing songs first as a hobby, and then becoming a club performer.

A member of Chicago’s folk revival, Prine credited film critic Roger Ebert and singer-songwriter Kris Kristofferson with discovering him, resulting in the production of Prine’s eponymous debut album with Atlantic Records in 1971. The acclaim earned by this LP led Prine to focus on his musical career, and he recorded three more albums for Atlantic. He then signed with Asylum Records, where he recorded an additional three albums. In 1981, he co-founded Oh Boy Records, an independent record label with which he would release most of his subsequent albums.

Widely cited as one of the most influential songwriters of his generation, Prine was known for humorous lyrics about love, life, and current events, as well as serious songs with social commentary and songs that recollect melancholy tales from his life. In 2020, he received the Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award. Information from Wikipedia

February morning my car won’t start today
I turned the key at 8: 03
And the battery passed away
Inside a’ my automobileI want my automobile
I want my automobile
I want to drive it
All around this worldBride’s gettin’ married in the springtime
Widow’s gettin’ married in the fall
I got married in high school
Or I wouldn’t of got married at allI’d be drivin’ my automobile
Be drivin’ my automobile
Be drivin’ my automobile
I wanna drive it all around this worldEverybody said to the new groom
Groom, what ya gonna be
I said, I’m gonna be a symphony
Just as soon as I find a keyTo my automobile
I want my automobile
I want my automobile
All around this worldLet’s take a rideColumbus sailed the ocean
Moses parted the sea
Dolores left me yesterday
Well, I think she took the keyTo my automobile
I want my automobile
I want my automobile
Wanna drive it all around this worldNow, I held a little bitty baby
I held a woman all night
Whenever I get the hiccups
I hold my breath ’til my head gets lightThen, I drive my automobile
Yeah, I drive my automobile
I drive my automobile
I’m want to drive it all around this worldFebruary morning, my car won’t start today
Yeah, I turned the key at 8: 03
And the battery passed away
Inside a’ my automobileI’m drivin’ my automobile
Wanna my automobile
Wanna drive it all around this world
Go onIt is a beautiful day for a ride
Hey, get your head down I can’t see anything
Someone give me a cigarette
I don’t want to take my hands off the wheelWe ought to take the air filter off this sucker
So we can see what it will really do
Uh oh, it looks to me like a hospital zone
Everybody get quiet, shhDon’t wake the dead up
We’re almost out, hang on, uh, oh here we go
Well, you can just hold it until we get to the next townSource: Musixmatch.

Finally as I go here is Tracy Chapman with Fast Car for no other reason than I love it soooo much.

Tracy Chapman (born March 30, 1964) is an American singer-songwriter, known for her hits “Fast Car” and “Give Me One Reason“, along with other singles “Talkin’ ’bout a Revolution“, “Baby Can I Hold You“, and “Crossroads“. She is a multi-platinum and four-time Grammy Award–winning artist.

Chapman was signed to Elektra Records by Bob Krasnow in 1987. The following year she released her debut album, Tracy Chapman, which became a worldwide success. The album earned Chapman six Grammy Award nominations, including Album of the Year, three of which she won: Best New ArtistBest Female Pop Vocal Performance for her single “Fast Car”, and Best Contemporary Folk Album. Chapman released her second album, Crossroads, the following year, which garnered her an additional Grammy nomination.

Since then, Chapman has experienced further success with six more studio albums, which include her multi-platinum fourth album, New Beginning, for which she won a fourth Grammy Award, for Best Rock Song, for its lead single “Give Me One Reason”. Chapman’s most recent album is Our Bright Future, released in 2008.

According to Metro Weekly critic Chris Gerard, “Fast Car” tells a grittily realistic story of a working poor woman trying to escape the cycle of poverty, set to folk rock music.The song’s arrangement was described by Orlando Sentinel writer Thom Duffy as “subtle folk-rock”,while Billboard magazine’s Gary Trust deemed the record a “folk/pop” song.Dave Marsh said it was perhaps an “optimistic folk-rock narrative”, whose characters are in a homeless shelter. Information from Wikipedia

Happy Sunday EVERYONE.💜💜💜

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 67: (LEAP) in the D rhyme line.

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This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge.

I have linked it to my Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Word on the street is change the rules.
Masks not needed,but wear your mask.
Get it wrong we’ll take you to task.
Infection, running rife in schools.
We’re fed dross from the mouths of fools.
Ping , now you have to stay off work.
Says the bloke in Peerage by Burke.
We’ve lost our paddle up the creek.
Now,’s not the time in faith to leap.
Why are we trusting such a jerk?

I am dismayed at the state of our country at the moment, our leaders are rudderless.

K. L. Caley’s #writephoto. Community.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a collection of toy people all gathered around a sign with the word “Community” on it

Community – Image by KL Caley

Well 15 months on and still the pandemic was causing havoc. Most people had to work from home. For many this meant long days and nights alone with a computer screen. For Pete it had become depressing, soul destroying.
He made sure he got out for at least an hour’s walk everyday, he used his exercise bike in the evening, had his shopping delivered and made sure he cooked good healthy food.
When he could, he’d get out and meet friends…… That had been impossible during the early lockdowns. Things were finally beginning to come together and ease for now ( no one could be sure what the the next few weeks could bring.)
Pete opened his daily meeting, only to be greeted by empty screens on mute. In the beginning everyone had been eager to join in the meetings, screens and sound on. Slowly they had all withdrawn.
“Come on guys I am bending over backwards to help you guys… For pity’s sake cut me me some slack!” Pete shouted.
Slowly screens filled with his techs and engineers and program architects.
He smiled “hi guys we have the big boss joing us today!”
Just then the boss appeared on his screen.
“Right guys we want you all back in the office for the end of September, three days a week.”
Pete could not control himself he jumped up clapping and cheering! It broke the ice everyone laughed! The boss smile and asked Pete was he pleased!
Pete thanked goodness an end was in sight and that he’d got dressed properly this morning.
Later that day when the team signed in for their next meeting they all looked askance at Pete’s square.. there was a white edged, grey, board with the word Community on it and infront a collection of five toy figures doing different things.
After a second or two Pete’s face appeared….”that’s us guys we are a team, we are a community! Keep those screens on , unmute your devices. Let’s communicate let’s rebond.”

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This is part of K.L.Caleys #writephoto.

One-Liner Wednesday. 23/6/21

“Bite my head off once too often…. I will give you indigestion! “

© willowdot21.

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 62: (BLOW) in the C rhyme line.

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My Décima is linked to my entry for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku you can find it here. I have chosen a sad subject this week. Cohesive Abuse. It affects both men and women. We must be aware and not close our eyes to it.

Your cohesive behaviour
Has me cowering in corners
Fearing your return, such tortures..
Lost I submit to your power.
Wilted buds, I’m a dead flower.
You have cut me down blow by blow
You eat my heart, I bleed out slow.
You are everyone’s friend but mine
Can’t please you, it’s a waste of time.
Just us now , your venom will flow..

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 362 DRAG and Dust.

See the dust rises
As you drag my heart around
So cruel your nature.

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part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 56: (GOLD) in the A rhyme line.

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You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (you can find my Haiku here). and this Décima Challenge of GOLD in the A rhyme lineThis means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so. I chose to this week.

To all you appear to be gold.
Ever ready to lend a hand.
Always helpful, kindness your brand.
Behind closed doors your eyes grow cold.
The real you begins to unfold.
Tempers flair and you become the beast.
I fear your demons when released.
Why do I keep your black secret.
There is no escape just regret.
I cower silent at your feast.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 24, 2021

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

It’s time again for #SoCs and our host LindaGHill said: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “oop.” Find a word with the “oop” sound in it and use it in your post. Enjoy!”

Oops I’ve done it again!

So what can I say I seen to bumble through life making the same mistakes over and over, forever jumping through hoops. It’s like an never ending loop, I troop on trying to cope.

I just think I am doing well when I make another bloop and in all my troubles swoop. As ever I end up in the dog poop. So it’s farewell from me the nincompoop.

Well that’s enough of me … Here is an Acrostic Poem to finish off!

Acrostic Oops.

Oops life takes an odd turn
Only I repeat all my mistakes.
Plainly I watch my plans burn.
Swinging on the hoopla that life takes.

Part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

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