Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 308 Anger& Logic

Firey emotions

Forcing anger to fly high

Where is life’s reason

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

The Challenge Words!

Anger&Logic

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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #295

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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 Plague

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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.

*****

LPThursday Photo Prompt – Caged– #writephoto : Nothing is new under the sun.

Thursday Photo Prompt – Caged– #writephoto

#writephoto

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.

Pingback and  rules  here 

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Some/Sum.

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!

Badge by: Doobster @ Mindful Digressions

Love is in Da Blog, SoCs. Pushed too far.

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 

 

 

This post is part of SoCS:

Blood on your hands.

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.

Decent into hate

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 .

Jus JoJan :23/01/14 Mae and Polar Bear.

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!

JusJoJan: Bound together.

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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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