
Wordless Wednesday Going Nowhere!
24 Mar 2021 8 Comments
in Homelessness, photo prompt, photos, What do you see, Wordless Wednesday Tags: abandoned, bike, Desserted, lost

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 348 FOOL and Head.
08 Mar 2021 11 Comments
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A mist fills my head
With with the madness of a fool.
Eyes closed hope is dead.
Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Christmas Lights
31 Dec 2020 8 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, #writephoto, Depression, feeling unwell, Homelessness, photo prompt, photos, Poems Tags: Christmas lights, Homeless at Christmas, sadness, Sue Vincent's Thursday photo prompt
Christmas Lights

Fingers almost blue, toes numb like her soul.
Fear has her in it’s grip , she was no longer whole.
The lights twinkle on the water and the snow
Eyes closed she stands silently rocking to and throw .
Warmth and home seemed a million miles away.
Under this bridge damp and bitter her only place to stay.
Tears cannot fall when frozen but they hurt as much.
She longed for a gentle word or loving touch.
Watching the lights on the water dance.
Like little fairies they leap and prance.
Music floats across the water to her ears
Laughter and an happy voices, she hears.
Tired, so tired she slumps down on the frozen ground
Watches the lights from the house praying never to be found.
Maybe she could of spoken out but she had not dared.
Who would believe her who would of cared
Slowly life slips away from her grasp.
Suddenly she is held in a warm, kind clasp.
A soft voice takes her to a happier place
She opens her eyes and sees God’s face.
Anywhere Evening News. Years Eve 2016 :another drug addict found dead under the the bridge opposite the Ferryman’s Inn.

Bah! Humbug.
07 Dec 2020 36 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Homelessness, Nativity, Poems, rant Tags: Bah! Humbug, Christmas, Greed, Hype
This evening Martin at A Gap in the Cloud suggest I try an Acrostic Poem entitled Bah Humbug. Well what’s a girl to do?
Bah! Humbug a Christmas Acrostic Poem.

Blast I don’t like Christmas tide
All the clamour makes me want to hide.
Hope and charity have lost their stride.
Hauling home the endless shopping
Uncaring of the homeless, it is shocking
Must get, must have it’s all hype
Blaring adverts brash and trite
Unkind, selfish, too much spent on Christmas fare.
God’s gift forgotten, most don’t give a care.

Three things Challenge #368
24 Sep 2020 22 Comments
in #threethingschallenge, Depression, Homelessness, Music, songs Tags: Life

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.
For those of you unfamiliar with the challenge, every day Di at pensitivity101 lists three things that may, or may not, be related.
The challenge is to simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you, using one, two or all three words in your post. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly.
You can use the 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC as a tag and the logo if you wish.
Your three things today are:
MONEY
PRESSURE
TICKET
So with apologies to the Valentine brothers, Queen and David Bowie and the Beatles.
Money’s too tight to mention
People on the streets,under pressure.
I got a ticket to ride and I don’t care.
This is part of pensitivity101’s Daily Three Things Challenge
Thursday photo prompt: Glisten #writephoto
16 Jul 2020 40 Comments
in #writephoto, Depression, Homelessness, humour Tags: glisten, Sofia, Sue Vincent Thursday Photo Prompt
This week’s prompt ~ Glisten. Part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a twilit beach, the sea shimmering in the low light. There are rocky islets silhouetted against the water and what might be a figure, running towards…or away from the waves.

Sofia stood on the shore and looked longingly at the silver pathway that the moon was casting on the water. A distant memory touched her mind of when she would of been able to walk that path.
From where she stood she could see the storm gathering momentum , she thought of Peter and his friends who were out there on the water. She had wondered why the son had sent them on ahead with a storm coming in.
Sofia smiled to herself, testing, testing why did he always test.. As she watched the moon glisten off of the sea she knew the answer. There he was walking on the water towards the fishing boat arms outstretched, probably that smile on his face.
As ever all she could do was watch, she saw Peter leave the boat and walk towards the son, doing well at first. Then the fear of drowning in the storm over powered him and he began to sink. Failed, thought Sofia sadly. Then she saw the son reach out and steady Peter and lift him back into the boat. Then the son entered the boat and miraculously the storm ceased.
Sofia felt a pang of jealousy why could he forgive this sinner for losing faith, he hardly knew him. Yet he had known her eons and she was cast out.
As the boat came in to shore, she watched them all joyously celebrating the cessation of the storm and their safe return. As they passed her he looked into her eyes. Sofia felt the pain, the deep pain that consumed her.
The men walked on and she fell to ground and wept, her back hurting where her wings had been.
She felt Gabriel and Michael walk past her, not even s glance in her direction, and out to sea. She watched long after the glisten had faded into dawn. Alone again Sofia trudged on.

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto: Causeway.
08 May 2020 32 Comments
in #writephoto, Depression, feeling unwell, Homelessness, photo prompt, Poems, sadness Tags: causeway, Sue Vincent, Thursday Photo Challenge
This week’s prompt ~ Causeway
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a calm seascape in half-light, with a pathway of stone leading through the waters towards the horizon.

It had always confounded him, the causeway stretched out before him standing proud leading out to sea and yet going nowhere. Just like him going nowhere.

Alone he stands on the beach
He’s come this far from all he has known
All goals and hopes smashed and out of reach
He has lost all, job, family, love and home.
The bottle’s content is his only friend
He’s cold and tired, no life he has lost all hope,
The sun sets another empty day comes to an end
Water laps his feet, tears burn his eyes he cannot cope.
Emptiness eats his soul the pain is deep like a cancer
He knows he had it all and lost it, his fault only
He was young and reckless and a bright romancer
Squandered days and nights,drink and drugs left him lonely
When did it start he does not know
But he prays it will end and soon
He lays down curled like a child, his tears flow.
Alone on the beach washed by sea and lit by moon.
His soul crosses the causeway.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.