Today I chose a Tanka for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

He was her liegeman
He served this Nation so well.
Now she stands alone.
She will not cry in public
The form is grief in private
19 Apr 2021 12 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, inspiration, loss, love, Poems, Ronovanwrites Tags: Duke of Edinburgh, Grief, Queen, royalty
Today I chose a Tanka for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.
He was her liegeman
He served this Nation so well.
Now she stands alone.
She will not cry in public
The form is grief in private
13 Dec 2018 17 Comments
in Poems Tags: Christmas, Family, Grief, stress
See the reflection in the Christmas ball
Does it tell the truth, does it show us all?
The presents around the tree are they really what you see?
Is everyone as happy as they appear,
All relaxed and full of good cheer.
Did the food all get to the table without a hitch
Did we get on all day without someone being a bitch.
Are grannie’s jumpers really brill?
Did your sister’s mince pies make you ill.
Do you really need another drink?
No, just chuck those glasses in the sink!
If you are not happy, don’t tell me today.
At Christmas everything has to be hidden away.
The drunk can still beat his wife Uncle Nobby can rob a young child of their happy life.
Nothing changes nothing ends, Peace and quiet does not descend.
The poor are still poor and hungry
The irritable are still brutally angry.
Sadly all the bad things don’t go away.
Just because it’s Christmas Day.
18 Dec 2016 25 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: bad memories, Christmas, confusion, death, despair, desperation, futility, Grief, guilt, hopelessness, loneliness
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 .
26 Oct 2016 18 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Fear, Grief, LindaGHill, One liner Wednesday
This is part of LindaGhill‘s One Liner Wednesday.Rules and Pingback.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
17 Jul 2016 7 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Grief, nonet
You need to prove yourselves now he wrote
Show me you truly care for me
My stomach turned, I lost hope.
Where did we go so wrong
Now all light is gone.
Blood of my blood
Don’t shut us
Right out
Please.
Top images from Google drowning in grief.
Second image Google
27 May 2016 10 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: discord, Family, Grief, miscommunication, nonet, pain
Slapped down , guilty without a trial
Not one good deed gone unpunished
Shouted at made to feel vile
Accused of betrayal
Shut out and banished
I sadly fail
To explain
How I
Feel.
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Image found here
30 Nov 2015 11 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Grief, injustice, murder, saddness, Steven Lawrence, wasted life
Even Stephen had a right to life
But it was snatched away by the blade of a knife.
Snatched away on the dark night 22nd April 1993.
Five or six youths with knives, if that is even Stephen, I fail to see.
Even Stephen had a right to an unbiased investigation
Did it happen … not at first but his mother’s protests rocked the Nation.
It was not even Stephen, what those boys did
It was not even Stephen that evidence and statements were twisted and hid.
Even Stephen had a mother true and strong
She has fought for justice for him making sure she’d right the wrongs.
Was it even Stephen that you’ve been robbed of twenty years.
Stolen, your future, your hopes and dreams and all your fears!
Was it even Stephen that you had to die that night
But for changing buses you’d not of seen those boys, not died in your final flight.
You have left a legacy its true changed laws and procedures too
Was it even Stephen that they laid a plaque for you
Was it even Stephen that they vandalized it several times too.
Even Stephen, when was it ever, even for you?
I thought of Stephen Lawrence tonight and so I re-posted this poem that I wrote about him in 2013. God rest your soul Stephen life was never even for you. You deserve to be remembered!
13 Sep 2015 10 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: bereavement, Grief, loss, Song Lyric Sunday
Torch, by Alanis Morissette.
A beautiful song, to me it embodies the feelings of a woman who has lost her life partner or husband. It is heart breakingly sad and beautifully thankful at the same time. I shall let the words speak for themselves. I hope you enjoy.
These are the things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this
I miss your neck and your gait
And your sharing what you write
Miss you walking through the front door
Documentaries in your hand
Miss traveling our traveling
And your fun and charming friends
Miss our Big Sur getaways
And you watch you love my dogs
These are the things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this
One step one prayer
I soldier on
Stimulating moving on
I miss your warmth and the thought
Of us bringing up our kids
And the part of you that was with your stick-tied handkerchief
These are the things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like
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Helen at This thing called life one word at a time invites everyone who would like to play along so we can share some fantastic music together.
Here are the rules for Song Lyric Sunday:
28 Aug 2015 14 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: acrostic poem, Grief, lost, moments, pain
In the blink of an eye all was lost
All was betrayed and at what cost.
Biting her lip not to show
How quick her tears could flow
Turning to hide her
Face, none should know
She did care.
Her tears
Flow…………..
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