The Abyss.

A

Black hole

Where my heart

Was, now it’s gone.

I am gagged, silenced

Deserted laid out bare

To speak the truth I’d not dare.

You dragged my emotions through the mill.

Ground my spirit down then pulled off my wings.

*****

Twittering Tales #121 ‚Äď 29 January 2019

This is my entry for Kat Myrman of Like Mercury Colliding. Twittering Tales

Photo by Oleg Magni at Pexels.com

Hearts and Stars.

He was delighted, that last beating must of worked. At last she was being wifely. The smell was delicious. She gave him a plate of cookies. He ate them all to her delight.”Bastard” she thought as she waited for the poison to work. Her bags packed and ready in the car.
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No apologies for the video you don’t need to watch it.

Scary October 21

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is a release from evil control. Another Etheree.

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Escape

Lost

She ran

Blindly to

Escape the man

Who beat her each night

Sadly into the arms

Of the dark angel of death

Who took her for his very own

Gratefully taking his hand she sighed

Free at last her bruised soul, now she had died.

42 Day Fourteen.

Jane Dougherty has come up with a theme for May . It is 42, now Jane describes it thus: “42 after Douglas Adams’ answer to the question of life, the universe and everything. The form is like the Cherita in its structure with a bit of added interest. The first line/stanza asks a question or makes a statement that begs a question, the second stanza/two lines sets the scene or the background, the last stanza/three lines answers the question or resolves it in some way.

Image found here

Why?

Put me through all this grief

I am not here just for your relief.

You think you are the best

Better than the rest

Your nothing, sex pest.

Valentine’s Day.

Two Valentine Poems from different ends of the spectrum. The first one I wrote in 2013 the second I wrote last year.

Valentine Day.

Beautiful Roses their message plain,

They were oh! so lovely when they came.

Chocolates and champagne too

A handsome way to say “I love you”

Sadly handsome is as handsome does

And no one wants to make a fuss.

But the message seems to fade away

As tempers rise and peace forgets to stay.

The chocolates fly across the room and hit the wall,

The vase smashed, the flowers scattered as they fall.

No good to offer soothing words

The shouting’s all that’s heard.

The neighbours turn a deaf ear , “That poor woman must live in fear” .

Only half the tale is known

The neighbours have no idea of what’s happening in this home.

Things get worse she grabs a knife

She’ll put an end to all this strife.

She cuts him once she cuts him twice …

“You need to learn to be be more nice”

She whispers with a smile.

He stands there shaking and bleeding all the while.

The police have been called more than once

But she always manages to repel their response.

The truth is, they would not believe

This poor sweet woman is not the one aggrieved.

She carries no marks or bruises None at all for she is the one who abuses.

Her husband is a patient man Who tries to please his wife the best he can .

But she cannot be appeased Nothing he can do makes her pleased.

She swears she loves him she swears it will change

But week after week it is the same.

He will do or say something wrong

And her patience will be gone.

He has tried to leave her tried to go

But she begs and weeps and carries on.

She promised she would get help.

He cannot see any way out

He cowers in the corner as she shouts.

The knife is lying on the floor within his reach ………

Then comes the usual banging at the door.

ūüíúūüíúūüíúūüíúūüíúūüíúūüíúūüĆĻūüĆĻ

Acrostic: Be my Valentine

Breathtakingly needing

Eros’s arrow pricks

ūüíúūüíúūüíúūüíú

Mixing love potions at this time

You must, you must be mine.

ūüíúūüíúūüíúūüíú

Value added roses and chocolates

All add up to to special dates.

Love encounters special things

Enchanted, petals hearts and fairy rings.

Never knowingly under sold

Treats and treasures gently unfold.

Intimate touches and arousing kisses

Naked passion erupts exploding wishes

Ending orgasmic joy.

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I do hope everyone had a happy Valentine’s Day. ūüíúūüíú

Homeless at Christmas

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

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.

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.

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 .

 

YOU  CAN DONATE  OR  HELP HERE 

And also here for Crisis at Christmas

Domestic Violence Month.

Mummy says I am not allowed to say.

October is Domestic Violence  Month. This is my take on the subject through the eyes of a child. I wrote this in 2012.

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Every night it is the same, 

Mum and dad play their game. 

Daddy shouts and mummy cries 

It is very frightening when dad’s fists start to fly.

It no fun to hear things go bump 

And mum falls after dad given her a clump.  

In the morning  mum looks pale 

But she always smiles as the neighbours she hails.

I don’t like to see mum’s bruises 

Or to hear the words that dad uses. 

I don’t want to go to school 

I want to stay with mum in case dad is cruel. 

He rings her in the day and threatens her, 

I don’t want to see, don’t want to care.

Hiding  underneath the bed clothes pretending it is not real 

They just keep on, not caring how I feel. 

Mummy says I must stay quiet and keep out of his way.

I am not allowed to talk of this at school 

Or mention that dad treats mummy so cruel.

Arrrgh! what was that awful scream,

I hate daddy he is so mean…. 

That was the font door ……….. 

It’s quiet now no shouting any more. Mummy Mummy are you there , Mummy mummy are you there.

Creeping forward  down the stair Mummy is laying on the floor 

Her head at a funny angle to the door. 

Mummy , mummy answer please , Mummy mummy please don’t tease. Mummy mummy daddy has gone Mummy mummy speak, come on!

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Another poem to bring the effects of abuse on children who live in fear of violence, out into the open. When parents fight the whole family suffer. Children live in fear. This is not right.

No escape :

I hide ¬†from the ¬†sun, I am not ¬†worthy ¬†of it’s light

I am dirty, unloved  and  acursed fit only  for the night.

My  body,  brusied  and often bloody  aches  from misuse.

Good  only  for  to sate  their  lust, hate  and  abuse.

 

No longer  do I  bathe.  I cannot  remove  the  dirt

Or  the  guilt  so  why  bother, they will use  me. I hurt

But I no longer  cry or  refuse  there  is no point.

There is less pain if  you  submit and  comply.

 

Half  forgotten  memories,  plague  my days, of  sunny times

Of ¬†home ¬†and ¬†freedom, love ¬†tenderness … Nursary ¬†rhymes.

All lost  to me now  there is none of  the old me here

All gone , no one  knows  I am here. If I die  no one  will care.

 

I hide ¬†from the ¬†sun, I am not ¬†worthy ¬†of it’s light

I am dirty , unloved  and  acursed fit only  for the night.

My  body,  brusied  and often bloody  aches  from misuse.

Good  only  for  sating  their  lust  and hate  and  abuse.

 

 

Sweet Emma May

Sweet  Emma May  has  gone  away

No good ¬†searching ¬†you won’t ¬†find ¬†her today!

Gone  and  no one knows where

And  in truth  not  one of  them gives a care.

Life  got  too hard  for Emma May

Her  lonely  struggle  every day.

At work  she was  friendly  but  quiet

A pretty  girl  but  always  on a diet.

All her life sweet Emma  May

Had  struggled with the weight  that  would  not go away

People  always  teased her with names

At school she  was taunted  and shunned  from games.

Boys  and Men used sweet comely  Emma May

She  was good  for  a fuck  but they always walked a way.

They did not want to take her out where they’d ¬†been seen

But  in her room , the  office  or  car  they appeared so keen.

Binge eating  always  comforted  sweet Emma May

But the guilt ¬†made ¬†her sick and she’d ¬†flush it ¬†all away.

No one  knew  that she was so ill or that  she had hidden cuts

Cuts  that  bled  and  took the pain away from her  soul  and guts.

Tired and lonely Emma May  took the razor  and cut too deep

She  did   not  stop  the  blood , she was too tired, she went to sleep.

Lonely sweet  Emma May from sleep to death  slipped away.

Her little  body  in a pool of  blood  was found  the next  day.

Sweet  Emma May  has  gone  away

No good ¬†searching ¬†you won’t ¬†find ¬†her today!

Gone  and  no one knows where

And  in truth  not  one of  them gives a care.

Love is in Da Blog: Daddy’s Princess

Just Fooling About With Bee said: Nothing ¬†yet, ¬†no ¬†prompt ¬†so I ¬†am going ¬†with second ¬†part ¬†of ¬†yesterday’s ¬†blog. The darkerside of love.

This post is harsh and I apologise  if it offends anyone. 

I chose  Butterfly  Kisses by Bob Carlisle because  it is  a song of  love from a  father   for a daughter , true  love  not the   twisted hurtful emotion in the poem.

Again  I mean no  offence.

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Daddy’s Princess

Deep blue eyes pools you could dive into

Pert ruby red lips, taught  not say what is true.

Blonde beautiful curls  surround  her face

This  facade hides her pain and disgrace.

 

Daddy’s little princess his ¬†one pride and joy

He truly ¬†loves her infact ¬†she’s ¬†his toy.

We won’t tell mummy ¬†she will only ¬†get cross

He is  the adult so she will obey he is the boss.

 

Why does she not play with the other children  in class

She always ¬†so tired , sitting alone ¬†hiding ¬†behind ¬†her ‘Angels Mask’

Away with the fairies  is  where  she seems to be

Wishing ¬†she ¬†did not have to go home ¬†to “loving ¬†Daddy”

 

Mummy is  busy  she works and is not always home

So ¬†mostly it’s ¬†princess and ¬†Daddy at home ¬† alone.

She  has tried to tell Mummy  but could  not find the words

Mummy was busy organizing  a party  and her words  were not heard.

 

So Mummy is  away  and it is the middle of  the night

Her body tenses as she hears  footsteps and the click of her light.

He  lifts  her up as he always has done before

And  takes her to his bed  as he has done so many times before.

 

He  says it is loving  and she must  not tell

Anyway he is adult and it is ¬†their secret….well

We won’t tell mummy ¬†she will only ¬†get cross

He is  the adult so she will obey, he is the boss.

 

Back in her bed she cries herself  to sleep

She is hurt and bleeding  but this  secret she must keep,

For she is Daddy’s princess and he tells her it’s love

So  she prays  for sleep and an end  this, please God above.

 

Deep blue eyes, pools you could dive into

Pert ruby red lips, taught  not say what is true.

Blonde beautiful curls  surround  her face

This  facade hides her pain and disgrace.

 

This  is  Just  fooling  around  with  Bee  Idea  for  a  February  daily  challenge! To  suit  her  spoilt  inner  child…. and  mine  come  to that so  here  we go! Hold on to your heart!  Join in  here 

 

 

 

 

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