Bah! Humbug.

This evening Martin at A Gap in the Cloud suggest I try an Acrostic Poem entitled Bah Humbug. Well what’s a girl to do?

Bah! Humbug a Christmas Acrostic Poem.

Image from Pixabay

Blast I don’t like Christmas tide
All the clamour makes me want to hide.
Hope and charity have lost their stride.


Hauling home the endless shopping
Uncaring of the homeless, it is shocking
Must get, must have it’s all hype
Blaring adverts brash and trite
Unkind, selfish, too much spent on Christmas fare.
God’s gift forgotten, most don’t give a care.

© willowdot21

MusicalTheme: Humans.

Now  please  don’t tell Bear, Eva,  Deborah  or Johnny  that I am running so late with this post on humans ! I do have excuses but you don’t need to hear them!

Right  then shall we start! 

Firstly  I wanted to put up Bjork’s Human because it is one of my favourite songs and  videos sadly it has  been used so I am posting  a Japanese cover  by Hajime Chitose close your eyes and it could be Bjork  ……. Open  your eyes it could be Bjork!  (*_*) 

Now what makes humans  different  from  practically all animals……… they have sex  for fun  and not because their  bodies tell them too , well not all the time. 

This  song needs no explantion……….. No it does not!  Forgivness  maybe  but not explanation ! The Bloodhound  Gang  , The Bad touch

So what do we do  that animals don’t :  we lie , we cheat  and hurt.

We hurt each other  we fight wars  and hurt our  children 

We abuse our own children, even in  the most evolved  societies. 

PLEASE BE AWARE , UPSETTING AND GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND CONTENT. THE PHOTOS ARE FROM THE INTERNET AND ARE NOT ABUSED CHILDREN AS FAR AS I KNOW.

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INVISIBLE

Invisible that what they called her

Invisible , she is dead now, is that fair.

Everyday  the nice  lady came

She knew,  she did, she heard her use her name.

Evie is asleep her mother carelessly said

Yes Evie is asleep…..Pour Evie was dead.

Lucky was she  if she got the scraps

She was so thirsty  her lips were just chaps.

Frightened each day out of sight she hid

At school no one took notice of the things she did.

Evie  was wasting away  before everyone’s eyes

Stealing from bins, sleeping in class no  one heeding her cries.

Up in her room cowering in the dark

Storming up the stairs, again his hands leave  a mark.

Whimpering and shivering  no point to make a sound

Evie  does not want attention,praying not to be found.

The pain  from his cigarette burns make her want to cry

Cold, tired hungry this child prayed to die.

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http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/x/concept-neglected-child-6719472.jpg

He is always tired, dozing in class  and accident  prone

His parents are the perfect couple , how is he at home.

He is so clumsy covered in cuts and bruises

Mummy only feeds him  when she chooses.

Daddy can’t stand him so he keeps out of sight

It is better that way, Mummy can’t protect him she has given up the fight.

His teacher is worried the child is so thin

Just look at those bruises, he is nothing but bone and skin.

Talk in the staffroom , what can be done

You need to be careful no one will back you if you get it wrong.

To hell with the rules she can’t stand watching this anymore

So she calls the police and the headmistress and tells them what she saw.

Visits are made every week can we see James . No he’s asleep!

Little James can hear this help , but to get down from the cupboard  is too big a leap.

James is away with his nanny you see

Having fun at the seaside, in the sun running free.

He is too tired, and too hungry to cry

He is invisible , and invisible he will die.

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/10/09/invisible/

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But we can be good we help each other and we can care , most of us do care and do help. 

 

Death by Aid

Tiny little fingers in the dust, huge eyes so sad begging for your crust. You are so hungry you need it for you but this is your child, who you can’t deny, true?

Hunger gnawing at your bones like cancer spreading fast. You worry if you’ll be strong enough to find water, as what you have just will not last.

No one is going to help you, your sons and daughters gone for soldiers.These two left will escape that fate as they will not grow much older. Your milk dried up, your belly empty. It hurts so much to walk but walk you must, you can’t stop. The baby at your breast has long since ceased  crying. This sweet young child clinging to your skirt is dying.

Where is the help  that was promised where is the aid that you need. You have walked days now with no hope of helping your children not even to feed. The baby needs medicine the western doctors dispense  you have to flee from your home just were is the sense.

War at your left side famine at your right , politicians and corrupt leaders uncaring of your plight. Had you stayed they would of killed you or worse …OH! my poor children your birth is your curse.

Standing at the top of the hill you can see a straggling encampment a red cross flag flying still. You put down the baby his soul already flown to your husbands arms now, at least not alone. You need to rest  but your aim is in reach . You lay in the dust next to your babes, close your eyes  just ignore the flies.

Tiny little fingers in the dust , huge eyes so sad finally closed. Where is  the help that was promised where is the aid.War on your left side famine at your right they no longer threaten you Death has arrive to erase your plight.

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/08/06/278/

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But it is still happening, isn’t it . Many say that is life that is the human lie………. Is it really.

Well I suppose I should finish on a happy note……….. Let  me see Humans are always hopeful . So lets have  a couple of songs of hope. Firstly a song  from the Decemberists . Sons  and Daughters. As I hear this song  after  either  a huge war or a huge calamity those that are left  get together to start again . I love this  song  and this a beautiful human video!

Now  I am finishing  with some  advice  the best I have ever had! “Better Get To Livin’ ” When I was at the lowest  edd of my recent  life I came across this wonderful video . Obviously  made  by a lovely young man, who I hope is well happy  and living  a good life taking Dolly Parton’s advice 

Goodness this lad his smile and Dolly’s  words have saved me more than once!!

Okay  sorry this was not my usual entree  but  love hugs  and good vibes to you all !! Oh! and yes  BETTER GET TO LIVIN!

PLEASE  CHECK THE OTHERS OUT !

Bear:         We Begin             http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/music-themes-human-beings-on-earth/

Bear:         We Continue       http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/music-themes-human-beings-of-earth-we-continue/

Eva:           What is human   http://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/human-what-is-that-being-a-theme-essay-with-musical-side-effec ts/

Deborah:  The Humans       http://myriad234.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/music-theme-for-november-13-the-humans/#comment-755

Johnny:     Everything           http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/everything-human-music-theme-111313/

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Gate Keepers : 8

They grew, these humans grew, they learnt  to build and make weapons new.

First wooden spears  and clubs  then flint and stone always they found a way to do

Just what suited them. Taking  always taking, never giving back

Gouging out huge holes, leaving scars never caring for mother nature never giving back.

 

They killed the beasts  they killed the birds then they began to kill each other.

The earth began to weep, stunned by the humans greed, she wept like any mother.

The gatekeepers sighed, they had seen the future they knew what was in store.

They could neither stop nor intervene they had seen the future and wept at what they saw.

They watched their gates, they protected their portals

Ensuring that the thresholds were never darkened by any mortals.

Still the humans grew  in might and greed perhaps in knowledge

Sadly the knowledge  was blinkered, and so towards destruction the surged and fled.

 

 

 

Gate Keepers :7

And so they crawled out of the churning soup of life

Barely standing they reached forth from the slime, so began the strife.

More trouble these creatures than any that had gone before.

The gate keepers wandered why of all the creatures on  the earth, these they feared more.

At first they were gentle creatures eating berries and hurting naught

But all too soon they changed in the floodlight of evolution they were caught.

Man grew, he thrived he took from mother earth forgetting to pay her back.

The gate keepers were shocked  by their attitude and grieve to see that gratitude they lack.

So tired was mother nature  and she had hardly just begun

Her tears were flowing freely and her ice was melting  under the sun.

These humans grew in stature and this planet they heartlessly raped .

The gate keepers were speechless as they watched their mouths agape.

Death By Chocolate

It is warm and soothing as it covers me whole,

it is erasing my mind and stealing my soul.

I am happily drowning enjoying my fate

this is better than sex it can all of my yearnings sate.

It is finding every crack and crevice and entrance to me.

Filling me up , seeping in, tightening, sealing  me so I am no longer free.

 

They had warned me, they had told me to take care

yet I just ignored them and so I am here drowning here laid bare.

Little did I know when that menu I read

and chose Death by Chocolate it meant what it said!

GREED

photo credit google image

Greed, greed evil fingers reaching out to grab you, it will rip you up and make you bleed.

Feel the tingle feel the gain lovely luca give it, give it straight through my vein.

Creeping crawling, sweaty rush give me give me I crave for more see me roll in greed on the floor.

Nothing quenches this endless craving I want, I need I will lie and cheat you, I am just beyond saving.

Silk and satin by the roll pretty diamonds I control. Filthy money makes me high like a drug it makes me fly.

Leave me??  will you, see if I care my soul is lost. Your touch means nothing if  your money is not there.

Greed , greed come consume me make me fly lift my joy into the sky fill me fill me give me more watch me writhing on the floor.

Greed, greed evil fingers reaching out to grab me, it will rip me up and make me bleed. Slowly dragging me through the ground and in money I am bound .

I have no soul left only yearning, give me, give me  the craving is burning . Nothing left at all of me and all because of greed. greed.

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I have been out for a couple of days and I am playing catch up on the wonderful posts you have all sent me so I have reposted one of my older posts.

Thirty pieces of silver

OH! what have I done it is irreversible it cannot be undone.

Thirty pieces of silver I tried  to return it they would not take would not take it I can’t unmake it.

OH! this empty feeling in my soul it is dragging me down and eating me whole.

OH! OH! what have I done. Have I betrayed he who has come to save man…… thirty pieces of silver is that all you were worth you the son of he who made the earth.

This pain in my heart is too hard to bear it hurts it hurts why did I do it what on earth lead me   there .

 

Thirty pieces of silver what have I done. I can no longer face anyone I cannot longer show my face I have fallen too far from grace. I am not worthy to feel the sun on my skin OH! why oh! why did I betray him he was so like a brother OH! why him and not another.

Thirty pieces of silver why oh why thirty pieces of silver I scream  at the sky  . No answer is there no answer this pains me too much I must die.

Thirty pieces of silver is that all you are worth he who had a virgin birth. OH brother Jesus you are worth more than this how low am I who betrayed you with a kiss.

47 Days to Christmas

Christmas Shopping

I want those I want these give me give me, give me please! Look there is one in yellow and one in blue I want both of those and a red one too!

Hurry now only 47 days to go, until Christmas. I WANT SNOW! Get some chocolates get some nuts order a turkey (minus it’s guts!)

Decorations in silver and in gold. I need my coat on, it is getting cold. New tree lights this year they are blue  hurry, scurry there’s so much to do!

Order the booze in and mixers too don’t forget the sherry for great Aunt Sue! Festive tablecloth with matching serviettes and pretty crackers full of curly up fishes, bad jokes and plastic jets!

Buy the presents not a second to lose  lots of wrapping paper needed and shiny bows and glitter glues.

No don’t worry what you spend or waste or who you dash through in your obscene  haste. No don’t worry about those less well off than you, it is not your fault what can you do???

Happy Christmas

Tiny little fingers in the dust , huge eyes so sad finally closed. Where is  the help that was promised where is the aid.War on your left side famine at your right they no longer threaten you Death has arrive to erase your plight.

The last verse of this poem and the photo are meant to shock. The words are from a poem I wrote in August  entitled Death by Aid.        

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/08/06/278/

GREED

Greed

Greed, greed evil fingers reaching out to grab you, it will rip you up and make you bleed.

Feel the tingle feel the gain lovely luca give it give it straight through my vein.

Creeping crawling , sweaty rush give me give me I crave for more see me roll in greed on the floor.

Nothing quenches this endless craving I want I need I will lie and cheat you, I am just beyond saving.

Silk and satin by the roll pretty diamonds I control. Filthy money makes me high like a drug it makes me fly.

Leave me, will you, see if I care my soul is lost. Your touch means nothing if  your money is not there.

Greed , greed come consume me make me fly lift my joy into the sky fill me fill me give me more watch me writhing on the floor.

Greed, greed evil fingers reaching out to grab me, it will rip me up and make me bleed. Slowly dragging me through the ground and in money I am bound .

I have no soul left only yearning, give me, give me  the craving is burning . Nothing left at all of me and all because of greed. greed.

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