Colleen's 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 156, #Poet Choice

TUESDAY TANKA!

It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Poets choose your own words.

PLEASE support the other poets by visiting their blogs and leaving comments. Sharing each other’s work on social media is always nice too. Don’t forget to share your poetry in the comments. It’s been great seeing all your poetry in one place!

So it’s thanks to Colleen Chesebro for the prompt, rules, pingbacks, and poems here. Lonely and Pity are my chosen words this week. Again I have chosen a Tanka. In this time of Christmas with all the hype on the media, the homeless, the poor the ill tend to be forgotten.

Living on the street
Cold, hungry, looking at feet.
No one cares for me
None show any sympathy
Good will to all, oh! really.
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We have a new badge from Colleen too, thank you Colleen it’s lovely.

Mary and Jo part 2

To day is the second day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry.

Mares looked so comfy asleep upon the couch the lady in reception smiled and told them let her rest she would close her eyes to this and make a rare exception.
The security guard said to Jo let’s let the lady rest I’ll show you my room I think that is for the best. The two of them went through the door that was marked with “Staff” and when Jo was shown the the room he was so relieved he laughed.
It was not very big  but it was cosy and clean there was a big sofa, a TV, a fridge and a washing machine. The security man’s name was David, Jo learned when they introduced themselves. He told Jo to make himself at home and help himself to any of the DVDs on the shelf.
Left alone Jo took some time to collect his thoughts, the strange events of the last few months that had bought them to this point. It all began when he  met this stranger in his local bar, the guy’s name was Gabriel and he had come from afar. He seemed to know Mares very well and spoke highly of her he asked Jo to listen to the facts he had to tell. Let us walk and talk he said.

Image from pixabay

Now Gabriel had told Jo that Mares was expecting a baby and that he, Jo, was going to take her on as she was a special lady. Jo was rather shocked at what he was hearing, the baby was not his so why should he be caring? Gabriel told Jo don’t make a rash decision this child will be the son of God as foretold in a vision.
The government, Gabriel said,would demand a census and everyone had to return to their town of birth and that no matter what they did Bethlehem would see this baby’s birth. Why him Jo had asked, okay he knew and liked the girl but he was not sure if he was ready or even up to the task. Gabriel said not to worry and that all would be well. So there you go though Jo, with a rye smile, for now there was no more to tell.

Lighten Up.

Tell me what  am I to do
I am such a Klutz it's true.
Each time I open my mouth
Everything starts flying south.
Discretion is the better part of Valor
My discrete brings on an angry parlor!
Just what am I to do to keep on track
And escape the extra flack.
Tell me what am I to say 
To make the anger clouds go away?
I am such a thorn in your side
That our temperaments just collide?
I can only try to do my best
I'm not always the naughty pest.
Maybe you should lighten up a tad
Then maybe I would not make you so mad!

Happy Thanksgiving

I send this happy greeting out to all my American friends and readers all over the world who are celebrating Thanksgiving today. I hope you all have a wonderful day. Please say a prayer for those less fortunate out there.

Ben Naga I know you are watching 😜

Why.

Image from pixabay

She
Lived in
The field all
Under the tree.
A tent, plastic bags
With lots of smelly mess.
People complained because
They did not want to look at her
She made them feel uncomfortable
She swore, made mess but what was her story.
Why
Is she
Now living
In a doorway
Come rain come or shine.
Two sleeping bags she owns.
A teddy,some plastic bags.
A note says "I lost my baby"
Her sad eyes say that this is so true
Where is the helping hand, where's kindness gone.

So many homeless people on our streets. They have become invisible, we pass them daily yet we don’t always see them. There was a young woman who lived in the field where I walk Ruby. She and her male friend had a couple of tents under one of the trees.

I did keep away as they could be abusive and I was worried that Ruby being a Labrador would eat something she shouldn’t. They slept in the field at night and during the day they sat in an empty doorway near one of the banks. I used to talk to her in the town , buy her a coffee. There was a deep sadness in her she had lost a baby and I really felt for her.

He disappeared first, now she is gone, they have been replaced by others. I wonder where they are.

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Image from here

I do  not  know  who  this  man is but  I have used his  face more  than once when  writing  about  compassion. There  is  something  in his  eyes that  reach out  telling  his  story pain, grief  rejection it is  all there!

I used  his  face  last  at Christmas while I was  talking  about  Crisis at Christmas .  Crisis is  the National Charity  for single  hopeless people. They  are dedicated  to  helping  people  and  giving  them a chane  to change  their life’s for the better, to give  them hope.

The  Charity  works  all year  round of  course  but  they  also do  Crisis at Christmas.  Volunteers spend a  fortnight  cooking, providing  a  warm place  to stay  for those  lost and lonely people. They  give  them new  clothes, a  hair cut   and  also help  them  to change  their  lives if  they  want  to. They  help  with  finding somewhere  to live  or a job  interview .

They  show  real  compassion  they  help  and  they are unpaid and  they  really  make  a  difference.

Nerves

Image from pixabay
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.

One-Liner Wednesday.20/11/19.

This week I am going for an entry for the Alternative dictionary.

Parking : Equal to Royalty.

©riddlefromthemiddle.

This is part of Linda G Hill’s #1linerWeds.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #280 Valley#Peak

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge Image.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

© willowdot21. 2019
Traveling through this life
Lost in a barren Valley
Love can peak your soul

One – Liner Wednesday.

This is part of Lindaghill’s One-Liner Wednesday

© willowdot21. 2019

11/11/11

Yesterday we remembered our war dead and survivers of two world wars and all conflicts since. In the U.K. we always remember our old soldiers on the nearest Sunday to Armistice Day.

And for our more recent heroes.

Lest we forget.

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