It’s the fifth Tuesday of the month! This is our chance to work with a specific syllabic poetry form. So, take this opportunity to learn more about the particular form. You can use any subject, theme, or words to convey your message.
TANKA
Compassion
Look straight at me please
Don’t ignore me I am here
I may be older
But I have life in me yet
Have you any compassion?
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!
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.
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.
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
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
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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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
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 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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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/
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