Three Things Challenge #145

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge over at Di’s blog pensitivity101. She said
“Everyday 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.
You can use the 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC as a tag and the new logo if you wish.
There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly.

Today’s words are HEART POISON CARE.

Take care said trees

As they danced in the breeze.

Don’t bite the apple shiny and red

Filled with poison to mess up your head

Just one bite you’ll give up the fight

So take heart and have the Turkish delight!

August Stanza. 16

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s poem is a Haibun.

Care for caring’s sake

Care weighs heavy on me. The light struggles with the dark clouds. I sit in the lounge as the clock ticks and the rain hits the window. I breath slowly trying to rid the fear and pain within. Events from the evening before fill my mind. Words taken out of context only tell half story. I care when I should not, it will be taken up and thrown back at me.

Care for caring’s sake

Rips my soul, exposed it ache

It’s my soul that breaks.

Compassion Acrostic

Thinking of all those in need of compassion, at this time thinking of my brother in law lost in the grip of demantia and my sister coping but struggling.

I wrote this back in January 2015.

Compassion Acrostic.

Comfort me in my hour of need

Open your eyes and ears to me, take heed

Mindfulness is needed here in the world

Pain and grief are like weapons hurled.

All the woes of this vale of tears

Scream loudly in our ears

Sacred heart give us hope

In you we trust , help us cope.

OH! help us to help each other

Now in our hour of need to love our sister and brother.

Not the A to Z April Challenge : Guardian Angels

A true Guardian Angel  is he

Working hard  to protect little me

All good  things  I  gain from thee

Angel you have saved me

She  is  new who’s she

Her  job to care

For  the  new

Life in

Me

 

Love is in Da Blog : Diamonds in the Dust

Just Fooling Around  With  Bee said : But enough of the wonderful memories. Let’s celebrate our extended families and the love they give us in any form you prefer!

Diamonds in the Dust

Not always there in person but always by your side 

To always lend that helping hand. To be a loving special guide.

To understand when no one does to place in you their trust.

When all is lost and all are gone they are the diamonds in the dust.

 

 Money’s lost and you’ve missed the bus, there is just one person you can phone.

When you can talk and you can walk they’ll discretely drop you home.

 They’ll pick you up and hose you down and make sure you are sober.

 To find the shoe that you have lost all stones they will turn over.

 They help you out asking for nothing in return when all eslse  is bust

They are the diamonds in the dust

 

To smile with you and delight in your pleasure and celebrate your minor wins

To celebrate what  you treasure they defend you when all consign  you to the  bins 

True to you they always stay no matter if you are far away,

With them it is never “Out of sight and out of mind” to support  you is a must

They don’t forget they are always kind those diamonds in the dust.

 

So when you stand alone without a helping hand.

Hope is gone and all seems lost  the  fires of  fear  are fanned.

The ones who never left your side, who always waved your banner

Still stand for you at any cost they are  as  fullfilling  as  heaven’s manner.

So remember as you sieve your life

The good the bad all the damn strife,

As you separate the wheat from the chaff as they blow away in a winds gust.

The ones that stay and never sway are the diamonds in the dust.

 

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 

 

Love is in Da Blog: Mother Love Acrostic

Just Fooling Around  With  Bee said: This post is dedicated to all of them: Birth-mothers, step-mothers, mother-in-laws, aunts, friends, therapists, doctors, bosses…. you name them.

This prompt is a free one: Chose whichever form suits you but show some love to the mothers in your life.

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Mother Love 

 

Mother love is selfless and deeper than the 

Ocean, boundless and undemanding  always 

There when you need it. No judgement or side taken

However far or expensive to pocket or heart. Love is  

Everlasting, open handed  and without question.

Ready always to be sweep in and  scoop you up and love you.

 

Loyal and true always at the end of a phone

Open minded to your problems never judging or

Vengeful unless called to be on your behalf

Even though you may not deserve it , it’s there Mother Love.

 

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This   song  reminds  me of  when my  mother  died  I miss her  so much I am crying  as I write!

Here is  a poem I wrote about  my  mum  many of  you will of  seen it before  but  this is about  mothers isn’t it?

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My Mother

Gentle she was, a young woman of means, beautiful in her Marcel Wave she was.

A hair dresser with her own shop a teaser of hair and tresses.

Then the quiet Irish man took her eye and her heart.

Not impressed were her parents with the young Irish trade unionist from the motor trade.

Time eventually brought them round to accept the vows the young couple had made.

Grief she bore when her fist born died at six months

brave she was to have more. Three girls then two boys , and two more angels lost in-between.

Then after all was finished me, making six.

Hard she worked to bring us up and support her quiet man who was there for her too.

Kind she was, good and open hearted she was.

The door always open to family and waifs and strays

big hearted she was to all who past through our door.

Always there she was, with words of wisdom and comfort.

Her beautiful heart shone through her eyes.

Patient she was  but there was temper there if needed,

she was not strong or mean but if needed her children and her man she would defend to the death!

Beautiful she was in features and in heart

there was not task she would not finish if she had made a start.

Cried for her daughters she did as her man gave them away

and when her sons went too she had a proud day.

Together alone again by themselves again.

Happy she was full of the business of her quiet man.

Yet she was always ready to talk and help and ease our pain.

Cleaver she was but not school or college wise she was wise in life and love and truth and need.

Lonely she was when her man was taken ,

wept she did as she wanted to join him.

Lost she was without the quiet man .

Heart broken she became though she threw herself in to caring for grandchildren.

Gone she was before her body, her mind and soul went to him.

Lost to us she was, a smile here and there maybe a flash of recognition.

Unknowing of all around her she was,sad eyed frighted lamb lonely lonely.

Tiny she was when she went sadly lost to us long before .

Gone into her mind to find her quiet man.

Tears we shed for her,we wept in grief and I in anger because so long had she been gone and I had wanted to talk to her,

but gone she really was.

Anemones her favourite flowers were they always remind me of her.

I forgave her for leaving me and now accept she had to go

as by the side of her quiet man was where she had to be.

Never to be forgotten.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 

 

NaBloPoMo : Nonnette Mae and the Bear.

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Cold, winds  blow the  snow, frozen waters don’t  flow

High above the dark forest flies crow

Little  Mae  is chilled to the bone

Beloved Polar bear carries

Mae with loving care

So tired his burden

He transports

With love

Home

 

 

Gentle Flower ( A Nonnett)

Gentle  flower why do you weep

Why  do you droop and seem so weak

Too strong  the sun’s rays burn you

I shall  shade you with love

Ask for rain to fall

Mosten  your soil

End your thirst

New life

Bloom.

 

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Artwork by Johnny Ojanpera

The odd couple. ( Huitain)

He was a fast moving sleek ,aerodynamic racer

She was a curvaceous , padded comfy pacer.

He sped along rash ignoring the rules

She took her time, those who disobey, in her eyes were fools

An unlikely match every one agreed

Yet sometimes  opposites attract , it’s true indeed.

They were too different, everyone said

Yet every day together they met in the bike shed.

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This is a Huitain

I had not heard of these before until, I saw  them written on tjtherien’s  page . I do hope he does not mind me trying one out. Here is a link to one  he has written recently Huitain  http://tjtherien.wordpress.com/2013/06/07/wake-up-and-smell-the-coffee-huitain/

Sister Winter, Brother Ice.

sleep

sleep

And so gently and silently the roots made their way ever closer to where she lay.

The earth above was hard with snow yet she lay safe and warm just feet below.

Breathing in and breathing out her body rising and falling she is alive no doubt.

A wreath of mistletoe adorns her head she is warm and cosy in her dress of red.

In here arms he gently sleeps he is huge and soft, dangerous, but her safe he keeps.

Sister Winter gently sleeps brother Ice Bear in his care of her, opens one eye and peeps.

Spring is surely on her way her snow drops and crocus buds are already out to play.

Ice Bear spends the winter season  travelling with Sister Winter it is his point it is his reason.

He loves her deeply like no other he will protect her with his life , will Ice Brother.

Travelling on through ice and snow together across the wastelands together they go.  Gentle care Ice Brother will always show Sister Winter for in truth he her loves so.

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