The Day after Valentine’s.

It’s the day after Valentine’s and all is fine

The chocolates are eaten and they’ve drank the wine.

The house is quiet there is no one in

Unlike yesterday’s unholy din.

The love had lasted an hour or two

Then the wine got them talking truths as you do

Tempers got fraught and they came to blows

He broke the plates and she cut up his clothes.

She stormed out and he locked the door.

She drove the car through the window to settle the score.

The lawn is in a real mess

Covered in tyre marks and signs of distress.

The bricky and glazer are rubbing their hands

There’s plenty of work for them which is just grand.

This evening he will be home bearing flowers

There might just be peace for a couple of hours.

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Just Jot it January : Tic Toc.

Tick Toc

Stop the clock

I don’t  want any more

Of  this hateful war

Please stop

This painful clock

I have taken all I can

To break us all apart  is  that  your plan

I want my family

All my family.

Stop Stop Stop

The  clock

Tic Toc

 

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If we were having coffee. Christmas Blues!

Welcome, come on in it is lovely  to see you! If we were having Coffee . Come on in the fires are lit  the cushions are plumped up and  we have  the coffee and tea and the cakes and sweets are set out. Paul  and  his guests  are all here  and they are enjoying  the warmth  and food and drinks. We  have  tea  and coffee  from all over  the world not to mention all our cakes  and muffins  and  as Paul  calls  them sweets! Every single  one  is  calorie  free! Plus of course  we now have spirits  and liquors  to warm the coldest of  you .

christmas bah ! humbug!

Late, late  again! 

 

At Christmas, there is marital  abuse, more people commit suicide and murder!

 

More people go insane

 

more relationships  fall apart .

 

 

“Just For Now”  Lyrics Imogen Heap.

Its that time of year

Jut for now
Just for now
Just for now
Just for now
Just for now
Just for now

It’s that time of year
Leave all our hopelessness’s aside
If just for a little while
tears stop right here
I know we’ve all had a bumpy ride.
I’m secretly on your side

How did you know?
It’s what I always wanted
Could never have had too many of these
Well you, quit kicking me under the table
I’m trying; will somebody make her shut up about it?
Can we settle down please?

It’s that time of year
Leave all our hopelessness’s aside
If just for a little while
tears stop right here
I know we’ve all had a bumpy ride.
I’m secretly on your side

Bite tongue
Deep breaths
Count to ten
Nod your head

I think something is burning
Now you’ve ruined the whole thing
Muffle the smoke alarm
Whoever put on this music?
Better quick sharp remove it
Pour me another
Oh, don’t wag your finger at me

It’s that time of year
Leave all our hopelessness’s aside
If just for a little while
tears stop right here
I know we’ve all had a bumpy ride.
I’m secretly on your side

Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here

Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here

Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Just for love
Just for love.

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IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  I would say  lets  go and see what Paul’s  guest are up to lets  all mix  and have fun.  I would ask you if you would  like
another  cuppa, or  another cake . !   If we were having Coffee  Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/

 

Christmas Time

Nano Poblano : Day 29. If I never

If I never held your hand again

If I never  saw  you again? I would not die.

There would be nothing I’d want to see. I would cry.

If I never  heard  your little voice? It would not be of  my choice.

There’ll music, speech and birdsong. Yet nothing to make  me rejoice.

 

So  full of  hopes  and dreams, for you was I

I hoped  to spoil  you, teach you, love you  then watch you fly.

I may not  witness all this now, it is true.

Please believe  me, to not see you, is not  what I want to do.

 

If I never  held  your hand again. It would cause  me pain

Photos  and second hand  news are not the same.

I shall carry  my  memories with me all the time

I shall savour  them as a glass of of vintage wine.

 

Let me tell you now, though  you may never see this page

I pray all this will pass and something will dissolve the ‘Adults’rage.

Watching  you from afar, keeping  you in mind, praying all will be well.

I shall pray every night  for sense to win out, and end this hell.

If  I never………..

 

TEAM Mark 

 

Leaving Home.

A Haiku inspired by Eric Alagan   Home Beckons or Preparing to Leave . Me being me I put a slight twist on it.

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Harsh words fly, closed ears repel screams
Neighbours  watch the unholy scene
Never darken my doorstep again, words cut
Doors slam wham, bam cut!

 

 

 

Dust

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In the silence little mouse could hear heart beating

Terrified she hid by the cabinet in the dark with the seconds fleeting.

She held her breath hoping against hope that she was magically invisible

Unseen to the human eye but she knew there was no hiding from the inevitable .

His figure was standing in the door now looking straight at her now, fear bites.

He is shouting  now,pulling her up to her feet! Pressure  on her wrists, pushing her fear to new heights.

“What is this , what is this” he screams his eyes bulging his mouth wide, nostrils flaring.

Running his finger along the glass shelf “Dust, dust” shoving a dusty finger toward her, scaring

Her witless, she finds it hard to breath. He pushes her towards the cabinet with the dirty shelf.

It is three in the morning  and she is so tired the little ones had run her ragged all day

The house work and cooking , his returning home late to find her tired, not wanting to play.

“What the hell do you do all day” he was shaking her now she did not know what to say.

Tears stung her eyes as she fought to hold them back , suddenly she dropped a glass…….. it broke with a crack.

There it was all in the eyes.  Little mouse  froze to say something now would be unwise.

“Clear up that glass then get those shelves dusted and while your at it make sure nothing else gets busted.”

Little mouse knew not to argue, even though she was tired , she wanted sleep but she obediently dusted.

A little relieved she watched him go back to bed , his words of her short falls all ringing in her head.

An hour later she crept up the stairs, checked on the babies all asleep, happily unaware. Gently and silently she slid into bed.

Peace, then the gift of sleep drifters into her head,tomorrow it will all start again and that thought alone fills her with dread.

CHRISTMAS GRIEF

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Christmas came and Christmas went, but why is it so hard. Did you buy every present and did you send every card!

We have been shopping, planning and organizing for weeks. Three hours in to Christmas day and hardly anybody speaks!Fifty weeks of eating well and exercising daily then for one week we eat and drink our weight in crap and we do it gaily!

We spend this time of year wishing mankind well we smile and fawn but underneath do we care, do we hell! Mothers run themselves ragged buying gifts and food . For what, one wrong word or look and some one gets in a mood.

Stress, stress it is all bloody stress tell me what is the point! Does anyone know what it is all about does anyone get the point? Tired I am so tired of putting on a face  if I tell the true my thoughts are disgrace.

Smile, have a drink, and another have a choccy. There be a love give this pressie to your mother.Oh! thank you so much I really needed another of those and that too? my how thoughtfully your presents do you  chose. You don’t like that I can tell your face says it all. I know I should not of bothered I think I’ll have another drink sod it lets get slaughtered.

OMG It is New Year next another non event a time for new beginnings, or just a time to regret all the hard earned cash you’ve sent! Wonderful a new year , just don’t get me started. The new year, is it any better than the one before we still wake up broken hearted. No you can call me a grinch or a moaner if you like I don’t care I have had enough I refuse to do it all again next year I have decided to take a hike.

Next year I refuse to put on the charade again

I have done it once too often and I am not going to put myself through any more of this pain. You can think what you like I am tired and I do not like to see everyone put under so much strain. Christmas came and Christmas went, but why is it so hard. Did you buy every present and did you send every card!

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