the empty bellies
of half the world embarrass
all,who stuff themselves.
This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 386 BELLY & Stuff.
Tag: Hunger
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 51: (CAUSE) in the A rhyme line.
You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (COMFORT and Erupt). and this Décima Challenge of CAUSE in the A rhyme line. This means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so. I have chosen to combine with my haiku which can be found here.
If you eat behind a closed door.
Pretending to the world your not.
You may bloat and your skin erupt.
Sadness or whatever the cause.
Comfort eating expands your flaws.
Dirty plates tell the sordid tale.
Of how you’ve tried and how you fail.
It makes no matter how you try.
The calories just multiply.
Losing weight makes you want to wail.
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Three things Challenge#354
Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.
For those of you unfamiliar with the challenge, every day Di at pensitivity101 lists three things that may, or may not, be related.
The challenge is to simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you, using one, two or all three words in your post. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly.
You can use the 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC as a tag and the logo if you wish.
Your three things today are:
BELLY
LIQUID
HUNGER
Jaw dropping
Many years back while I was working in customer services in a Waitrose, I developed a very strange problem. Over the course of s week I found it more and more impossible to chew or even speak. One morning I woke up and my jaw was clamp firmly shut.
I had to visit the Dr, who when he stopped laughing sent me to see a Maxillofacial Specialist, in fact the Dr rang my dentist and asked him to refer me as he could do so quicker than a Dr.
Long story short I had a clamp shut jaw for about three months.
I could only have liquid food all that time. It was no fun and I did suffer from hunger a lot and belly ache probably because it was empty!
My main fear was I would be sick and I did feel sick a lot. Now because my jaw was clamped shut I worried if I was sick I would choke to death. Luckily I didn’t and I am here to tell the tale.
They never found the cause so it was put down to a ” Mystery Virus” .
This is part of pensitivity101’s Three Things Challenge.
Music Themes: Hunger
Bear chose this weeks theme HUNGER.
Lorde Yellow Flicker : Mockingjay Part 1 Hunger games
What is this came true?
Years before the start of the series, the thirteen districts attempted to start a revolution against the Capitol. The Capitol won, District 13 was destroyed and, as punishment, an annual televised death match called The Hunger Games was created by the Capitol. Two participants, one male and one female, known as tributes, between the ages of 12 and 18 are chosen randomly in a “reaping” from each district. Children may volunteer as a tribute instead of selection by ballot. They are taken to an arena and fight until only one is left alive.[8]
Katniss Everdeen is a 16-year-old girl from District 12 who volunteers for the 74th Hunger Games after her 12-year-old sister Primrose Everdeen is picked for reaping. She survives the games along with Peeta Mellark when they both defy the Capitol by threatening to commit suicide.[8]
The Capitol is angry at their defiance, which inspires rebellion in several districts. Katniss and Peeta tour the districts, attempting to subdue the rebellion. Then, the reaping for the next Hunger Games takes place. For these games, part of the “Quarter Quell” that takes place every 25 years, winners of past games are forced to participate. When only a few participants remain in the games, including Katniss and Peeta, the arena is destroyed. Three of the tributes, including Katniss, are rescued by survivors of District 13, but the other three tributes, including Peeta, are captured by Capitol hovercrafts.[9]
The rebellion continues with Katniss being used as a figurehead.[10] more info here
Elastic Heart: Catching Fire Sung by Sia
A Future world vision.
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Chandelier by Sia.
A whole generation hunger for meaning in their lives. They want a real reason to their being. They don’t see it so they drink. They get drunk before they go out then they act badly then they hunger for forgiveness to get away from their shame… they do not get what they want so they drink more!
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Then there is self inflicted hunger, some starve themselves because they do not want to grow up, because they are or have been abused. So many reasons for anorexia . Song from Maria Mena
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Charles Dickens wrote the story, Lionel Bart wrote the songs.
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A clever song from Marina and the Diamonds. About how the media and fashion world wants to sell the female as a perfect ( just as relevant for males too) It depicts one girl bucking the system!
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The most reliant song about hunger to this day. Band Aid. Do they know its Christmas. 1984
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NaBloPoMo : Death’s Book is Lost
Death was exhausted with the hunt , he needed coffee he needed a break!
War was playing cards with some no hoppers in a pub. Enjoying a pint of beer
Plague was at A&E sampling the best of care 21hrs wait, no sign of help there , he was enjoying the break.
Famine was visiting MacDonald’s stuffing himself with burgers and chips, coke and shakes…. his stomach showed no fear!
Where is the book, where is the book ………………. We’ve scoured the earth and still no luck
Stop moaning, ordered war, have a drink and cut loose join us in a game of poker
Plague was still in the emergency room hanging outside with the smokers.
Death watched him , the stress of the loss making him feel bad, something snapped and he shoved plague under a truck!
Plague got up and swore at Death , “At what game do you think you are playing”
Being an immortal he survived ,Death strode down the street smiting innocent bystanders at will
They fell , they then got back up ! Death shouted “Bloody Hell” Famine , a mouth full of chips wondered what Death was saying.
War was ready for a fight he told his companions they were cheating , he was spitting fire ready for the kill.
Things were getting ugly , this was not fun .
Where was the missing apprentice ? that angel of death needed to see what he had done.
Suddenly all was silent , no bird even sung, suddenly it was black as night, …………
God was on the block and with him the errant angel who was not having any fun!
TO BE CONTINUED
sorry it is a few minutes late for the 11th November .
LIFE’S A BITCH AND TIME IS HER PIMP
Recently I have read news articles and seen TV programs about sex trafficking from Eastern Europe to the UK and Northern Ireland. I was shocked and saddened so I wrote this poem. I have to apologise for some of the words and situations that I have addressed here they are not nice, they are not nice at all! Life is not nice life is sometimes a bitch and sometimes time spent here is not good. So please forgive my language.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Life is full of promises that it cannot keep. You never have enough money HA! honey don’t make me weep. Your house is never big enough or warm enough. So what you keep moaning about what you have and you have not. People have had to cope with shit like this since the year dot.
Night is a damp cold alley pretty dimly lit your the freezing body, back aching as you lean through the car window smiling at some dumb shit.
Menace is the smelly hooded guy standing at your rear he says he is there for your safety but it is him and not these punters that you really fear.
Life is full of promises that it cannot keep. You never have enough money HA! honey don’t make me weep. The kids are never satisfied, there is never enough to eat the walls are all so damp that they have colds and coughs on repeat.
Fear is a darker alley, field or even hotel room, where is that useless pimp when you need him… well he is not here in this stinking room. You don’t know this man from jack shit yet are expect to open up and give it how he wants and smile while he does it. Your pimp ? well he is happy he took the money up front so he is nowhere to found while you are here risking your c###.
Dismay is what you feel when you get your pay not enough to live on not enough to see you through the day. Is it really worth it, you stop and ask yourself , you left your mother and your home land tempted by tales of wealth. Was it worth the lorry ride across Europe no room to move or piss all cooped up inside.
Was it worth the filthy cramped room your forced to live in with the children you have had and all the other girls living skin to skin. Is it worth the pennies you are allowed to keep your dream is a square meal and somewhere private to sleep.
Is it worth the police raids they get worse each time the pimps get away with it and you get a hefty fine. They say that will brake up the sex gangs and the eastern Europe runs. They say they will sort them out , well arrest the pimps and the bums!
Life is full of promises that it cannot keep. You never have enough money HA! honey don’t make me weep. Your house is never big enough or warm enough. So what people have had to cope with shit like this since the year dot. Until you have had to live like this you have no room your woes to tell consider being trafficked across Europe and ending up in this living hell.
Three Mince Pies!
There are three mince pies in the kitchen, there used to be four. The four were out there to start with but there isn’t any more.
There were four mince pies to start with where did that one go. I know it isn’t in my tum if it were I would know. Three mince pies are out there so tempting I would love to have one but I can’t and that’s not fair.
My husband looks very smug , well he does to me. I wonder if the fact he licked his lips could explain why there are only three.
Where did they come from I hear you say, he found them in the freezer the other day. He took them out to use them before they passed their best. It does not take too much imagination to guess the rest.
There are three mince pies in the kitchen I think I shall go and check , …….. Hey now look there is only one, two gone well blooming heck!!! I have not had one and that is the way it will stay. I have resisted so far, my husbands looking very smug . I have no more to say.
Work day thoughts.
Oh! my God this hurts my toes and my nose is itching I have not eaten for so long that my stomach is truly bitching.
These hair extensions don’t feel safe we put them in, in such a hurry I had missed the bus through lack of sleep and the rest has been hurry scurry!
The Peacock feathers are scratching my bum I am actually red raw. To top it all I still feel sick from banging my elbow on the door.
Careful you are dropping me, how you expect me to balance at this angle I fail to see. Keep that smile up and don’t you slip in those tights you can’t afford to trip.
What on earth can I cook for dinner, I have to watch the calories, how I wish that there was food to make grow you thinner. Will you watch out for my toes you are lucky there is an audience otherwise I would punch your nose!
Help I think that I am stuck, and they have all gone home , why is it always me with the bad luck? Breath in breath out gee! my back hurts and I hate these netty skirts!
It is all very well practising the dying swan and starving myself thin. No waist or hips or healthy tan my pale skin is wafer thin.Yet never mind I look the part, but boy do I fancy custard and apple tart.
Yet again you hold my fate. If you drop me it won’t be great . My back hurts already and bending like this makes me feel heady. If we can just get through this ballet I can go home and rest at the end of the day.
Oh! at last the curtain falls and we will just have one more curtain call. Then I can kick off my shoes stretch my toes let wind blow away my blues………. EWE! I’d love some chocolate.
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