Scary October 18

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem born of confusion.

Sitting on tomorrow’s shore
Wandering just what I am here for.
My brother crows remind me of the tales of old.
When good deeds were done
And rewards were paid in gold.
Every maiden had her day
Each young Knight his courtship would his damsel pay.

Tell me brother crow most dear
Why are those days no longer here.
Where are all the happy endings gone.
Do they only exist in song.
I feel so lost in this cruel world of men.
Where dreams have been banished never to be seen againimage

One Liner Wednesday on Thursday.

An explanation is needed for this.

I have not been well and have had to visit the Drs twice this week. One my second visit I was given ‘Sledgehammer Medication’ unfortunately I missunderstood the directions. I did not take it correctly.

I spoke to the Dr this afternoon. I explained what I had done and asked would it still work.

Dr’s reply. ” Well it might, or it might not, don’t worry if it doesn’t we can try again next week” ! Well he has covered all bases hasn’t he. ūüėĪūüėĪūüėĪ

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Homeless At Christmas

I  originally wrote  this in  December  2013  but it is  still relevant .

I hope it won’t snow this Christmas it’s one of my biggest fears.

It was so bitter last year even thinking of it makes me shudder and shed a tear.

They won’t be eating Turkey with all the trim

Unless they find a charity shelter and they can get in.

The people at the shelters are angels from up above they give their time and plenty love.

They really are saviours they really do so much good.

They give warmth and comfort and Christmas dinner and even  Christmas pud.

OH! why are they out here I hear you say

There are lots of reasons, have you got all day? Dave got made redundant the bills he couldn’t pay So the bank stepped in and took his home away.

His wife could not stand the B&B that the social offered them

So she took the children off to live with her mum so Dave won’t see them again.

Jen, she was cheeky girl always having fun

Staying out late and playing up in the end it got too much for her mum!

After a big row one night  in the summer she asked Jen to go,

So she is struggling along out here now,when your homeless it is amazing how fast your friends all go.

Rob well his story is very sad,

It all started with his drinking then he discovered drugs he became violent and everything turned bad.

He fell out with his mother’s boyfriend who told him he had to go

And then threw him out into the December  snow.

The reasons are legion you can take your pick,

People  who  loose  their jobs  because  they became  sick

From parents who can’t cope

To addictions that make you loose all hope,

Parents or family who beat you, family who will not stop at a touch

They want you to give them way too much.

This may all seem morbid this may all seem too sad

I hate to tell you all, things can be so very, very bad.

People young and old see their hopes and dreams unfold and vanish in clouds of smoke

As they end up on the streets lost and without any hope.

So enjoy your Christmas parties, your families and your Yule tide fare

But as you raise a toast remember the homeless ones out there .

 

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One Liner Wednesday: The Doctor

The Dr to me: ‘How is your prolapse? ‘ 

Me ūüėē: ‘Prolapse? What prolapse, I don’t have one. ????’

Doctor : ‘ Ah! No’

Rush of confidence, not!

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One Liner Wednesday 2 : Directions

Hubby ” Which is the ¬†second turn here”

Me ¬†” Well it is not this ¬†first one”

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Confusion

The  day  went  well, and all  was  fine

Then I slipped,  without  knowing I  crossed  the line.

It  was  nothing  I had  said

Just  my  clumsiness instead.

All was  going  well before

Until I opened  the dishwasher  door.

I  did  not  mean  for  you  to bang  your  knee

You  know  I  am careless , I did  not  mean it,  you must  see.

That  angry  look upon  your face

The  way  you  spoke, I fell  from grace.

Then  you  were  off  out  the  door

Leaving  me   confused once  more.

 

 

Just Jot It January: Altered Images

A quiet  life, what is a quiet life

D0es a husband  ever know his wife.

Does a woman know the thoughts of her man

Is anything what is  says on the can?

 

Are  we all just players in a play

Scraping  throught  from day  to day.

Will we ever  do that heroic deed

Unprompted  and against  what  we really  need?

 

Is  that helping hand  lifting us up or pushing us back down

That loving  touch accompanied  by  a smile or is it a frown.

Will  we ever know  the truth .Is life  what it ever seems

Are  we lost in a nightmare  or  are about to fullfil our dreams.

 

A quiet  life, what is a quiet life

D0es a husband  ever know his wife.

Does a woman know the thoughts of her man

Is anything what is  says on the can?

 

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FanFoFeb : Freedom… Please.

Tears are friends I know them well

They spend more time with me than I care to tell.

Harsh words are loud inside my head

They pound and pound as lie in my bed.

Lost and lonely I walk the line

Looking only to find what is rightfully mine.

Peace, is not too much desire.

I am exhausted by this hate, anger and fire.

It will consume me if I do not brake free soon.

I stand alone and cold and appeal to the moon.

I have followed this trail all my life

I have never been me , a mother yes and a wife.

I only ask for what is mine,

It is not too much to just ask for time.

Escape from the noise that is strumming in my brain,

I just ask for help ……………. freedom from pain.

HOMELESS AT CHRISTMAS

I hope it won‚Äôt snow this Christmas it’s one of my biggest fears.

It was so bitter last year even thinking of it makes me shudder and shed a tear.

They won’t be eating Turkey with all the trim

Unless they find a charity shelter and they can get in.

The people at the shelters are angels from up above they give their time and plenty love.

They really are saviours they really do so much good.

They give warmth and comfort and Christmas dinner and even  Christmas pud.

OH! why are they out here I hear you say

There are lots of reasons, have you got all day? Dave got made redundant the bills he couldn’t pay So the bank stepped in and took his home away.

His wife could not stand the B&B that the social offered them

So she took the children off to live with her mum so Dave won’t see them again.

Jen, she was cheeky girl always having fun

Staying out late and playing up in the end it got too much for her mum!

After a big row one night  in the summer she asked Jen to go,

So she is struggling along out here now,when your homeless it is amazing how fast your friends all go.

Rob well his story is very sad,

It all started with his drinking then he discovered drugs he became violent and everything turned bad.

He fell out with his mother’s boyfriend who told him he had to go

And then threw him out into the January snow.

The reasons are legion you can take your pick,

People  who  loose  their jobs  because  they became  sick

From parents who can’t cope

To addictions that make you loose all hope,

Parents or family who beat you, family who will not stop at a touch

They want you to give them way too much.

http://nolimitshelp.org.uk/sites/default/files/imagecache/main/Homeless_Young_Man_1.jpg

This may all seem morbid this may all seem too sad

I hate to tell you all, things can be so very, very bad.

People young and old see their hopes and dreams unfold and vanish in clouds of smoke

As they end up on the streets lost and without any hope.

So enjoy your Christmas parties, your families and your Yule tide fare

But as you raise a toast remember the homeless ones out there .

Lonliness

Day breaks , silence is shattered the birds start to stir

Waiting on the branches for crumbs to be scattered.

Open the blinds put out the light

Unbolt the door set forth out of the night.

Out of the night towards the sun,

Life just goes on it does not grind screaming to a halt because you have gone.

It is not right it all feels wrong why does the world not mark your passing?

I want to scream to make them all see how deep my wound is. Why are you not here, I keep asking.

I keep asking why did you go, my hands reach up to the sky,

I miss you so. My tears could fill an ocean blue, my lips still asking why.

So another day is here and I have fed the birds, put on my coat of lies.

Paint my face,  dry my eyes.

Check the clock walk the path leave the safety of the hearth.  

Again I take my place among them, surrounded by so many but I stand alone.

 I arrive at work and greet my friends and stay there until I can go home.

The phone the screen the printer, coffee cups and a break ….

I keep going on this endless road smiling, laughing but it’s all fake.

Smiling, laughing but it’s all fake. Home again and it is late.

I stayed out drinking for the emptiness here is what I hate.

The weekend is here tomorrow but I shall be busy so busy so I can hide from sorrow.

Friends for coffee, family for lunch out in the evening with a great bunch.

I cannot stop not even for a minute or I shall see the hole you left ….yes and I am in it.

For Lindy x

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