Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 354 FORM and Mourn.

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

the Independent

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

Christmas Cheer

Image from Pixabay.

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.

Homeless At Christmas

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

Image  found  here 

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.

image  found  here 

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.

image found  here 

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 : Fear /Grief

This is part of LindaGhill‘s  One Liner Wednesday.Rules  and  Pingback.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

C. S. Lewis

Nonet: Drowning in Grief

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

Nonet.EXASPIRATION.

Exaspiration

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

Even Stephen?

Stephen Lawrence

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?

 

Stephen Lawrence

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!

Song Lyric Sunday: Torch Alanis Morissette

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.

ALANIS MORISSETTE LYRICS

 “Torch”

I miss your smell and your style
And your pure abiding way
Miss your approach to life
And your body in my bed
Miss your take on anything
And the music you would play
Miss cracking up and wrestling
Our debriefs at end of day

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

1. A-Z Lyrics
2. ALANIS MORISSETTE Lyrics

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Here  is  the pingback

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:

• Post the lyrics to a favorite song or a new song you want to share
• Make sure you credit the singer/band and provide a link to where you found the lyrics
• Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song
• Ping back to Helen’s  post that will go up every Sunday by 9am MST
• Check out at least one other person’s blog so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process

 

All Lost: Nonet

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…………..

 

 

 

 

Five Photos Five Stories:Nonet : Dead all Dead

Gone am I

Will you  weep  for  me  when I  am gone

Notice  I  am lost  from  the  throng.

Stretched on my  grave unseen

I cannot  touch you now

Only in your dreams.

Lost  to sun, I

A creature

Of the

Night.

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Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.”

I am going  to  try  and use  the  theme  of graveyards.

My fifth and final  nomination goes to Jean  at  socialbridge

Thanks again to  This  thing  called  life. One  step  at time    for nominating me for the challenge.