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

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

For this week’s challenge, the word TIP must be one of the line words. Then the other 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.

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

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.

 

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.

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.

 

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!

Like red silk

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.

 

Addiction

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.

LIFE’S A BITCH AND TIME IS HER PIMP

photo credits google images

Recently I have read news articles and seen TV programs about  sex trafficking from Eastern Europe to the UK and  Northern Ireland. I was shocked and saddened so I wrote this poem. I have to apologise for some of the words and situations that I have addressed here  they are not nice, they are not nice at all! Life is not nice life is sometimes a bitch and sometimes  time spent here is not good. So please forgive my language.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Life is full of promises that it cannot keep. You never have enough money HA! honey don’t make me weep. Your house is never big enough or warm enough. So what  you keep moaning about what you have and you have not. People have had to cope with shit like this since the year dot.

Night is a damp cold alley pretty dimly lit your the freezing body, back aching as you lean through the car window smiling at some dumb shit.

Menace is the smelly hooded guy standing at your rear he says he is there for your safety but it is  him and not these punters that you really fear.

photo credits google images

Life is full of promises that it cannot keep. You never have enough money HA! honey don’t make me weep. The kids are never satisfied, there is never enough to eat the walls are all so damp that they have colds and coughs on repeat.

Fear is a darker alley, field or even hotel room, where is that useless pimp when you need him… well he is not here in this stinking room. You don’t know this man from jack shit yet are expect to open up and give it how he wants and smile while he does it. Your pimp ? well he is happy he took the money up front so he is nowhere to found while you are here risking your c###.

Dismay is what you feel when you get your pay not enough to live on not enough to see you  through the day. Is it really worth it, you stop and ask yourself , you left your mother and your home land tempted by tales of wealth. Was it worth the lorry ride across Europe no room to move or piss all cooped up inside.

photo credits google image

Was it worth the filthy cramped room your forced to live in with the children you have had and all the other girls living skin to skin. Is it worth the pennies you are allowed to keep your dream is a square meal and somewhere private to sleep.

Is it worth the police raids they get worse each time the pimps get away with it and you get a hefty fine. They say that will brake up the sex gangs and the eastern Europe runs. They say they will sort them out , well arrest the pimps and the bums!

Life is full of promises that it cannot keep. You never have enough money HA! honey don’t make me weep. Your house is never big enough or warm enough. So what  people have had to cope with shit like this since the year dot. Until you have had to live like this you have no room your woes to tell consider being trafficked across  Europe and ending up in this living hell.

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