Firey emotions
Forcing anger to fly high
Where is life’s reason
This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.
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This week Ron has given us the the two words Elate and Hate for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku.
Rising Emotions
Swing from elation to hate
Tempers flaring up.
The planet was struggling it’s true
From space it was no longer blue
It was suffering from millennia of wars and abuse
People pleaded for change, no use.
Most people tried to help Earth
They knew the planets worth.
Then came the plague
No respecter of king or knave
It cut through the ranks and top brass
No preference for age or class
It sent weak, old or young to the grave.
It emptied the streets and Malls,
Pubs, clubs and church halls.
It stopped the planes and the trains
The fat cats lost their profits and gains.
Huge nations brought to their knees
As scientists search for the keys
To the elusive cure to rid all of the bain.
Just when it could not get worse
Hate joined fear with a curse.
The people turn on eachother
Neighbour, husband, wife, sister, brother.
Empty shops, no fuel they could not stand
Then all civilian movement was banned
The crops and animals died on the land.
Drones flew over head, all was scanned.
Mother Nature watched with a tear
Chaos in weeks, rebellion, extinction within a year.
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Sue Vincent said :Use the image to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… by noon (GMT) Wednesday 17th August and link back to her post with a pingback Here . Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of this post.
Nothing is new under the Sun
As far as she could see, the dark clouds were rolling in
As they always had shading her life,in dark shrouds.
The wharf and weft of clouds getting under her skin.
She was used to ignorance and the hate of the crowd.
Soaked by the rain,battered by wind and baked by the sun
The best kept secrets of her soul unraveled and became un-done.
The crows took the light from her eyes
Alone out on the moors no one heard her cries.
Pangs of hunger attacked her and slowly she breathed her last.
No one to see or care her sin had made her an outcast.
Soaked by the rain,battered by wind and baked by the sun
The best kept secrets of her soul unraveled and became un-done.
She had followed her feelings true
No matter her body she was a woman.
Her body was wrong she was female, she knew.
They call her Tom and made her a man.
Soaked by the rain,battered by wind and baked by the sun
The best kept secrets of her soul unraveled and became un-done.
When they found her dressed as her kind
They accused her of being a witch or a demon.
No mercy was shown, beaten and stripped her hands tied behind.
She was dragged through the village and up the hill.
Soaked by the rain,battered by wind and baked by the sun
The best kept secrets of her soul unraveled and became un-done.
The parts of her body she hated the most
Exposed for all to see,they screamed ‘ he be a man’
She closed her mind to the horde and the host.
Worst of all they then dressed her as a man.
Soaked by the rain,battered by wind and baked by the sun
The best kept secrets of her soul unraveled and became un-done.
They hoisted her high at midnight.She had been beaten all day
She silently suffered, closed down her mind and just prayed.
No one looked back on her , no pity or care as they walked away
Those she had loved had her to the elders betrayed.
Soaked by the rain,battered by wind and baked by the sun
The best kept secrets of her soul unraveled and became un-done.
When darkness came it was such a relief
She had no more to fear the worst had been done
As she left this world she shed all pain and grief
Tomasena’s soul, a beautiful woman circles the moon and the sun.
Sometimes I wander what if any headway we have made up the path of evolution? As far as I can see we have barely left the primeval swamps. I ask you why is there so much hate and evil in this world ? Is that the sum of what we are ….. really is it ?
This year has been a really bad one for atrocities from ISIS and other terrorists. I will not list them some, most of you will know them. Is this the sum of what we have become. Some people will say I am highlighting the bad and not looking at the good but I know what I know and it makes me so sad.
All I can do to sum this up is to say there is no point in despair we cannot give in to the few who are trying to overthrow those of us that search for good. Clearly something needs to be done and I know what I would do if I was incharge …………
So in summary we as humans are selfish, evil and greedy, we do not look after our planet and we do not care for our fellow men here are just some of yesterdays atrocities Tunisia, France, Kuwait .
Sometimes I just despair ……………
This is part of SoCs : Here is the Pingback
Here are the rules:
1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.
2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.
3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, Linda will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” or “Begin with the word ‘The’.”
4. Ping back! It’s important, so that Linda and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of Linda’s post into yours. Your link will show up in Linda’s comments, for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.
5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on Linda’s post.
6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!
7. Have fun!
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Just fooling around with Bee said : That is why I wanted to incorporate it into “Love Is In Da Blog”. I also love to connect people and therefore asked if Linda would like to connect “Stream of Consciousness Saturday” with “Love Is In Da Blog”. And she has agreed!!!!
Linda said :
As a special feature for February’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, The Bee and I have decided to collaborate! As you may know, on her site – Just Fooling Around with Bee – a month-long blog-hop is going on in recognition of Love, called “Love Is In Da Blog.” The week 1 prompt is Love in general – adore/despise. So as not to box in your Friday prompts too much, I’ve decided to play around with it a bit, while still keeping in the spirit of collaboration. Here we go:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: opposites in emotion. If trying to come up with two opposites before you start is too much thinking, try writing about one emotion and see if the opposite comes out of your stream of consciousness naturally. Sounds like fun, eh? Give it a try!
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Pushed too far
He always brings me chocolates instead of flowers
He always keeps me waiting in the cold for hours and hours.
I love him so , because he is all mine
I hate him so beause he thinks to bad mouth me is just fine!
I love the way he kisses me and cuddles me real tight
But hate the way he bullies me and harranges me throught the night
Why does he create these opposing emotions in me
I want him so to not own me I want him to set me free.
I am not his little doll to parade on his arm
I hate the way he puts me down infront of friends
Telling me with his smarmy smile darling please be calm.
Yet I love though he hurts me so, this confusion never ends
I love him I hate him, I need him, I don’t
I adore him, I despise him …..
I don’t care he cheats on me’
I do !!!!!!………………. snap!
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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
Hot wet and sticky I ooze through your fingers
You cannot completely erase me I am the stain that lingers.
I lay at your feet glaring up at you screaming, screaming
No amount of your tears can cleanse me no more can I be gleaming, gleaming.
I am your guilt your broken pride
I am the the wrongs you cannot hide.
I am there and I will not go
I an more guilt that you will ever want to know.
I am red, as the setting sun, I am as black as the deepest hole
I am your festering guilt, the tightening of a thousand needles in your soul.
I am your crusade, your jihad your ‘Holy War?’
I am the lurking danger far worse than you foresaw.
Blood on stones, blood on the walls blood of the innocents who do no harm
Blood on races blood on their souls, blood on their heads to some a balm.
Blood in your ears blood in your eyes blood in your living rooms on TV screens.
Blood of the old and of the young , the child, the pregnant mum cover your ears to their screams.
Hot wet and sticky I ooze through your fingers
You cannot completely erase me I am the stain that lingers.
I lay at your feet glaring up at you screaming, screaming
No amount of your tears can cleanse me no more can I be gleaming, gleaming.
The fear rises from the pit of my stomach pushing up through the bile
Depositing itself on my tongue. Burning searing all the while
The anger comes from nowhere, no rhyme or reason for his hate
All at once the shouting starts, warning signs come too late .
Screaming at each other words are razor sharp insults flying
They hurt as much as blows but I’ll be damned if I’ll let him see me crying!
Hate burning into our hearts and souls. You are dragging me slowly over the coals
Where does this angst come from why do we keep fighting what evil sets the goals.
When did we drive our love to this hate
When did life sour the food on our plate
It all started out so fine we were shining stars
Now we are muddied and blooded and covered in scars.
The fear rises from the pit of my stomach pushing up through the bile
Depositing itself on my tongue. Burning searing all the while
The anger comes from nowhere, no rhyme or reason for his hate
All at once the shouting starts, warning signs come too late .
Out the demons came, evil incarnate
Our Heroes held their line hoping death was not their fate.
Stand your ground cried Ewen wait until you smell their breath
Do your best to sever their heads men it is the only way they will meet their death.
The winter Queen had her polar bears at the ready
She cautioned Mae to cling to Vlad and to fire her arrows steady!
Mae cried I am ready now to fight for my father’s honest name.
I swear I shall right all the wrong and restore this land again!
The winter Queen threw off her cloak and and waved her sword on high.
Mae clung on to Vlad and followed her into battle screaming “Victory for my kind or I die.
The Battle raged day and night the demons never tired.
No sooner were the demons chopped down more of them were sired!
Sword on shield, arrow on shield Blood and skin on the battle field.
Then Just as they thought nothing could get worse
The Evil witch of the East sent her evil dragons out like a curse!
On and on they came one after the other getting larger and and more fierce.
They waded into the Humans and the fairies killing them their screams the dawn did pierce.
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1. It’s never too late to join in, since the “Jot it” part of JusJoJan means that anything you jot down, anywhere (it doesn’t have to be a post) counts as a “Jot.” If it makes it to WordPress that day, great! If it waits a week to get from the sticky note to your screen, no problem!
2. If you write a JusJoJan post on your blog, you can ping it back to the above link to make sure everyone participating knows where to find it.
3. Write anything!
4. Have fun!
Words were never my strong point. Unlike yours, sharp, quick and cruel
I’d try to defend myself, to what point you could always make me look the fool!
Wading through the days, wet and cold sinking deeper in the mire everyday
Doors and windows locked against me . Lost afraid all hope slipping away.
The noise was always your best weapon, shouting, banging the slam of a door
Screeching , pleading imploring a pointless defense. Your deaf and blind you ignore.
Bound to you am I, no escape from you is there no matter how I try.
Bound to you am I, escape would only kill us both. Useless it is to try.
Our heads, our minds our emotions and our brains covered together
Tied irrevocably Siamese twinned . Undoing not an option stuck forever
Until we sap the final drop of blood,the last sliver of human kindness
As in fury lust and hate we scream and bleed and fight, inhumane and tireless………………
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