It’s Mental health awareness week this week and Clive at Take it Easy is an advocate for this cause each year having read his posts I am joining him today to highlight the plight of people suffering. Please read Clive’s post the link is above.
Taught Stressed out On the edge Coiled like a spring Cracks starting to show Just ready to combust Primal scream is welling up Had enough, can't take anymore Can't stand still my brain is exploding Need flight, take to my heels, I am empty.
We cannot ignore this Mental health is the poor relation in the NHS.
Yes she is a beautiful child she has that look of innocence that drives men wild. She could make a fortune it is true but is it really the right thing to do.
She will love it all the fuss, the travel the treats the complements from all she meets. There is a future in photo modelling for her she has that presence that maked all who see her stare.
What if she falls into the wrong hands there’s plenty out there who will misuse her beauty plenty who have nasty plans. No she will be fine no harm will come to this child of mine.
“Mummy , mummy can I go and play?” no my sweet not today. “Please mummy I want my friends to stay!” no you have work to do, send them away. “Please mum can I go to school I want to be with people my age I want to learn and play the fool.” “No we have a teacher for you, there are adverts and film work for you to do.”
“Why can’t I have friends around that are my age I don’t the like photographers they rant and rage.” ‘No I told you you are special your very precious. You don’t have time to skip and play face it sweetie your looks won’t last and you’ll be too tall one day!”
We should get a couple more years fame at this rate we are clawing in the money she has time to be young later she can wait. Sadly that’s not true her childhood robbed and she becomes sad and blue.
Slowly all her ties get cut her friends grow few she is neither child nor adult too. The lines of age soon get blurred is she thirteen or twenty three and a third?
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Another form of abuse not quite so obvious but just as dangerous. The parents live their dreams and missed opportunities through their children. Not all but some, child models, child actors, child beauty queens loose their childhoods. They feel no worth unless they are being complimented . They are not balanced, being deprived of growing up through a childhood. Basically they are used as much as if they have been sold in to slavery. Sad little lost dolls. A poem for Child Abuse Month.
Jamie has had enough he is not going to school today. He is leaving home and running away. He has had enough of what mum’s new boyfriend wants him to do. And if home were not bad enough he is the butt of the jokes at school.
Jamie has had enough of footsteps up to his attic room. Waking up at night to find the guy kneeling over him in the gloom. He tried to lock his door but the key got mislaid He tried telling mum but she couldn’t be swayed.
Jamie’s tired of finding excuses not to go home He’d rather stay in town, Even if it’s raining. The teachers are not listening to what he’s trying to say They just dock him points because he is late each day. Jamie’s friends can’t understand why he no longer wants them round They don’t realize he does not want that bloke taking them down.
So Jamie heading off this bright September morn Hoping he can find somewhere to sleep that’s dry and warm. Where is he going what’s he to do. There must be some way to help him Someone who can see him through. There are supposed to be places and people to help out ………… So why has poor Jamie been so sadly, left out.
This is a poem , written years ago and revamped today.
No one would believe you they would say it is not true He is such a sweetie look at the lovely gifts he gets you. Presents mean nothing when you have lost the will to cope It just makes you ill and robs you of hope
The door slams, BANG, it is amazing it is still on its’ hinges A little peace for you now, until his return gives you the cringes
You have no bruises not a cut or scratch to show You’re trod on and beaten down yet no one would know.
His way or no way but that won’t be seen. There’s never a witness when he’s being mean. His darker side is rarely shown No all of that is kept private at home.
You chat on the phone and he is listening in, You hope nothing has been said that he can decide is a sin. After you end the shouting will start It’s all your fault as he rips out your heart.
Watch what you wear that could start a fight And you know you want it to go well tonight Make sure you wear the right things His presents, the necklace the rings.
No one would believe you, they would say it is not true He is such a sweetie and look at the lovely gifts he gets you. Presents mean nothing when you’ve lost the will to cope, It all just makes you so ill and robs you of hope.
Watch what you say while you are out he’ll use it against you later no doubt. Smile while he belittles you in front of your friends He says it all jest but when does it end .
Don’t say anything that might make him look silly or wrong You will pay for it all night long. Walking on eggshell when something you look forward to is near Don’t upset him or you will miss out my dear.
You’re wrong if you’re thin and you’er wrong if youyr fat . No matter how hard you work in the order of things you come after the cat.
No one would believe you, they would say it is not true He is such a sweetie and look at the lovely gifts he gets you. Presents mean nothing when you’ve lost the will to cope, It all just makes you so ill and robs you of hope.
II. Jennifer’s prompt guidelines ( Jennifer’s words)
As days grow shorter in the northern hemisphere, I find myself going to bed a bit earlier and rising a bit later. More time for dreaming! This week’s prompt is to write a “lento” on the topic of dreams.This could be about dreams themselves, the act of dreaming, the dreamer or a dreamlike quality.
Two quatrains (four-line stanzas) with a fixed rhyme scheme of abcb, defe, as the 2nd and 4th lines of each stanza must rhyme;
All the FIRST words of each verse should rhyme; click HERE for an example.
III. Submit: Click on ‘Mister Linky’ On David’s W3 poem page. you will see a small rectangular graphic with the words ‘Mr Linky’. Click on that to submit.
When sleep deserts you with reason on its heels. Panic moves in and is far from kind. Sanity flees, taking sense in its path. Like a car crash is your shattered mind.
Darkness creeps and confusion rules You can smell the fear like a dirty drain. Open a window and breathe in the night Accept it now you can’t escape the pain
Look up to the stars they are laughing . They know night horrors are nothing new The moon and the stars burn with ancient light Oblivious of your terror they ignore you.
The night is an abandoned tunnel damp and dark. Behind you the breath of evil on your skin You climb towards a light there is no rest. In truth the chance of escape is thin
Where is the comfort where is the hope. When will there be an end to this infernal night. Are you lost in this living hell Will awakening bring freedom from your plight.
Hi it’s Sunday and time for Jim Adams to bring us this week’s prompt for Song Lyric Sunday, which is Blue Grass Music .
Bluegrass music is a genre of American roots music that developed in the 1940s in the Appalachian region of the United States. The genre derives its name from the band Bill Monroe and the Blue Grass Boys. Like mainstream country music, it largely developed out of old-time string music, though in contrast, bluegrass is traditionally played exclusively on acoustic instruments and also has roots in traditional English, Scottish, and Irish ballads and dance tunes as well as in blues and jazz. Bluegrass was further developed by musicians who played with Monroe, including 5-string banjo player Earl Scruggs and guitarist Lester Flatt. Monroe characterized the genre as: “Scottishbagpipes and ole-time fiddlin’. It’s a part of Methodist, Holiness and Baptist traditions. It’s blues and jazz, and it has a high lonesome sound.”
Now I find Blue Grass a very interesting it spans many years and locations . It’s very easy on the ear …now that may not be quite true, it’s very easy on my ear it may not be everyone’s cup of tea or coffee. I have chosen a very old song by a comparatively modern group.
Man of Constant Sorrow by Home Free.
Home Free is an American country a cappella group of five vocalists: Austin Brown, Rob Lundquist, Adam Rupp, Tim Foust, and Adam Chance. Starting as a show group, they toured with approximately 200 shows a year across the United States. The group won the fourth season of The Sing-Off on NBC in 2013. They sang an arrangement of Hunter Hayes‘ “I Want Crazy” as their final competitive song, earning the group $100,000 and a recording contract with Sony. More information Wiki
“Man of Constant Sorrow” (also known as “I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow“) is a traditional American folk song first published by Dick Burnett, a partially blind fiddler from Kentucky. The song was originally titled “Farewell Song” in a songbook by Burnett dated to around 1913. A version recorded by Emry Arthur in 1928 gave the song its current titles.
There exists some uncertainty as to whether Dick Burnett is the original writer. In an interview he gave toward the end of his life, he was asked about the song:
Charles Wolfe: “What about this “Farewell Song” – ‘I am a man of constant sorrow’ – did you write it?” Richard Burnett: “No, I think I got the ballad from somebody – I dunno. It may be my song …
I am a man of constant sorrow I’ve seen trouble all my day I bid farewell to old Kentucky The place where I was born and raised (The place where he was born and raised)
For six long years I’ve been in trouble No pleasures here on earth I found For in this world I’m bound to ramble I have no friends to help me now (He has no friends to help him now)
It’s fare thee well my old lover I never expect to see you again For I’m bound to ride that northern railroad Perhaps I’ll die upon this train (Perhaps he’ll die upon this train)
You can bury me in some deep valley For many years where I may lay Then you may learn to love another While I am sleeping in my grave (While he is sleeping in his grave)
Maybe your friends think I’m just a stranger My face, you’ll never see no more But there is one promise that is given I’ll meet you on God’s golden shore (He’ll meet you on God’s golden shore)
A broken body holds sway over the mind..making the being irritable and unkind. The touch of a child, the light of the sun, the kindness of strangers The scents of nature revives like seasons the road back to health can be long
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