Christmas Lights.

photo from Sue Vincent

Christmas Lights

Fingers almost blue, toes numb like her soul.
Fear has her in it’s grip , she is no longer whole.
Lights twinkle on the water and the snow
Eyes closed she stands silently rocking to and throw .
Warmth and home seem 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 Christmas Years Eve2022: Another drug addict found dead under the the bridge opposite the Ferryman’s Inn.

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An old post from the days of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 45: (WHIRL) in the C rhyme line.

Ronovan thought Whirl would go well with the Haiku words this week of Bird and Blow. As always, if you wish, you can link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (BIRD and Blow). and this Décima Challenge of WHIRL in the C rhyme line. This 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.

Your harsh, cold words cut me up short
I was blown out of the water
Ice maiden, the devil’s daughter
Too late in your web I was caught.
I’d die for you without a thought
So enchanted by you, bad girl
Battered by the rocks that you hurl
Like narcotics on me you grow
You have dismissed me like fly blow
So bird-like I flutter and whirl.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge.

Ronovan Writes (TIP) This week, it’s the D rhyme line.

For this week’s challenge, the word TIP must be one of the D line words. Then the other D line(s) word(s) must rhyme with TIP. I have also used the prompt words from Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge Morrow and Surge.

Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem.

If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on How to Write an Espinela or Décima Poem.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Décima Challenge

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We only get once chance at life
Sadly time is not infinite
This is true though it might sound trite
Why face the morrow filled with strife.
The pens of fate our lives rewrite.
In the morn all our fears will serge
Our hopes and dreams begin to merge.
Over the edge our feelings tip
As into the abyss we slip.
We all dance to Lucifer’s dirge.

Three Things Challenge #156

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.
Every day Di at Pensitivity101 said “I’ll give you three words or things that will hopefully trigger your creativity.
No need to use them all if you don’t want to, simply read the prompt and see what comes to mind.” Today’s words are.

Head,Cash,Worry

As usual everything was spinning round in his head. The lights on the machine took over again, he was lost, drawn in. There be no reprieve no escape until the cash was all gone. The whole month’s salary wiped out. Nothing left for food, bills, the children. He might be lucky, he felt lucky so for now why worry?

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 124 SynonymsOnly Game and Trouble

Addiction.

Today the the beautiful Colleen Chesebro prompt worsds Game and Trouble to use synonymously. Rules and Pingback here .

I have made a picture with a Tanka about addiction. This is the first time I have tried this .

Addiction

I  wrote this last year  but something today made  we want to share it again.

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You can’t run from it nor can it be hidden from, it is a prowler and a taunter and stealer of your strength. It will suck  from you until all your goodness  is gone.

It lurks in corners and shadows and bides it’s time. It is vicious and evil, it sneaks up on you and springs out even when you feel fine.

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Always there, ever present, waiting for your weakest moments , the darkest hour of your night, the time when you are all alone and all your resolutions have taken flight.

Seething with hate it will consume you so absolutely . You think it is gone, abated, been subdued  but no it has just been licking it’s wounds from the last time that you beat it.

The worst is, you have to watch it as it crawls into the ones you love and change them into  monsters that will lie to you  and steal from you cheat you to feed thier monster. It is all they care about this monster, they will get lower and lower until they hit and the ground .

What happens when there is nowhere to go , crawling along the depths of despair.What if they turn all against them and no helping hands are left. I cannot bare to watch that which came from me struggling against this evil monster trying so hard to be free!

Trying to be free from the hunger of monster that never stops , it is never sated it will suck you until you drop. Then all you can do is watch and the  pain is a hundred fold for you are watching all this happening to the tiny baby you  used to hold.

Though grown to a man this is still your  baby and there is nothing to be done. God help the mother or father who has an addict for a daughter or a son.

Brown Eyes

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Big brown eyes, since a baby you have pull at the strings of my being.

Big  brown eyes, such secrets , such pain, What are you seeing ?

Big brown eyes such fear  and angst . What can I do to sooth you

Big brown eyes  what can I do to help? There must be something I can do.

 

I know it eats at you, I know it is gnawing at you even now

How  can I help, how can I protect you , mother you,  keep my  vow.

I held you tiny in  my arms  and told you I was there for you to rely on

I slept with you on  my chest but ready at a second to defend you from every wrong.

 

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Brown eyes ….. sweet brown eyes why is it so hard

Brown eyes why , why is your life  marred

Brown eyes why can’t I now save you from all harm ,

Brown eyes I thought I could keep you safe in my arms

 

Now your grown and I have failed, I have not protected you

No I have failed, sweet brown eyes I have let you down, it’s true.

I see that  hunger  and the need in you, in your eyes

I swear I tried, and I try even now  to protect you from yourself

I love you Brown  eyes……………………

 

Day 10, NaPoWriMo I am your slave.

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Today is Day 10 of NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt is to write an – un-love poem.

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I am your slave.

 

You have the power to lift me up and make my day

Lightening my darkness then again you can take it all away.

You truly seem to enjoy the power you wield over me

There are ties between us now, invisible that no one can see.

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At first you made no demands in fact it was you who gave

But more and more you influence the way I behave.

I am attracted to you , attached and now you fill my life.

I resent you , your demands you just cause me strife

Enough , enough I need to separate from you and cut you out.

I need my life back, privacy , sleep and relaxation without a doubt.

I truly need some peace and escape the ties to you I need to brake.

I wish I had never picked you Android, I did not think of me a slave you’d make!

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Like red silk

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Silence fell like a silk sheet enclosing the whole house.

The noise of the back door being slammed resonated still.

Pain,anger and rage screaming for the attention  of little mouse.

The argument over the protagonists gone but a taste was left as bitter as any pill.

 

Who’s fault was this, you need to be wise to see

The addict was lacking some papers. Mr Mouse  enraged

not understanding  why his requests were not met.

and little mouse could no longer plea.

The addict rang and shouted a lot, Mr Mouse did too little mouse in the centre was fazed.

 

The point arrived when it became little mouse’s fault

and shouts came directly  and viciously clear her way.

She rang the addict and told him calmly his visits must be brought to a halt .

He was the cause of all this trouble, the hardest thing she had ever to say.

 

So now in the silence that feels like red silk but cuts like a knife

Little mouse  sits and thinks back on the long years of her life.

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Addiction

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You can’t run from it nor can it be hidden from, it is a prowler and a taunter and stealer of your strength. It will suck  from you until all your goodness  is gone.

It lurks in corners and shadows and bides it’s time. It is vicious and evil, it sneaks up on you and springs out even when you feel fine.

Always there, ever present, waiting for your weakest moments , the darkest hour of your night, the time when you are all alone and all your resolutions have taken flight.

Seething with hate it will consume you so absolutely . You think it is gone, abated, been subdued  but no it has just been licking it’s wounds from the last time that you beat it.

The worst is, you have to watch it as it crawls into the ones you love and change them into  monsters that will lie to you  and steal from you cheat you to feed thier monster. It is all they care about this monster, they will get lower and lower until they hit and the ground .

What happens when there is nowhere to go , crawling along the depths of despair.What if they turn all against them and no helping hands are left. I cannot bare to watch that which came from me struggling against this evil monster trying so hard to be free!

Trying to be free from the hunger of monster that never stops , it is never sated it will suck you until you drop. Then all you can do is watch and the  pain is a hundred fold for you are watching all this happening to the tiny baby you  used to hold.

Though grown to a man this is still your  baby and there is nothing to be done. God help the mother or father who has an addict for a daughter or a son.