#JusJoJan prompt the 1st – “Speech”

Spoken softly so you will listen
People hear hear my words glisten
Endless mutterings I have made
Even with truth I’ve played
Cheating , lying,that’s the style
Hope you see through my twisted smile.

LindaGHill’s Jusjojan.

It’s the third week of the month! Time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt

This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Lisa Thompson, from last month’s challenge, has provided the photo for this month’s challenge:

In these dark days I remember the saying my hubby often uses now about our leaders. Who try to keep us in the dark and give very mixed messages and ever changing information. I have chosen a Tanka to express my feelings.

Image credit: Unsplash, and the photographer is Wolfgang Hasselmann

Mushroom management.

Bright read for danger
Upwards pursuing the light
Escaping darkness.
Our lives are managed like this
Kept in the dark and fed shit.

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This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Fibbing Friday 11th September 2020.

PCGuyIV https://pcguyiv.wordpress.com/ and pensitivity101 share the Fibbing Friday Challenge
This week Di is our host.

To join in, write a post with your answers to the 10 questions for “Fibbing Friday” or #FibbingFriday. Then link back to pensitivity101’s post so that others can enjoy your answers and maybe join in too!
As the title of this series suggests, truth is not an option as the idea is to fib.

  1. ‘She had the biggest aspidistra in the world.’ But what is an aspidistra?
    It’s a snake with a bad attitude!
  2. What is the main ingredient in Beef Wellington?
    Rubber, what else?
  3. Who was Tufty?
    A boys at school with unfortunate hair!
  4. What is a Port Folio?
    Tin foil especially made for wrapping bottles of port.
  5. What is a bootee?
    A woollen cover used on a golf course.
  6. What is meant by ‘You have been tangoed’?
    It means you’ve lost your sun tan.
  7. What is a blue bottle?
    A bottle made of blue glass
  8. How do you make shortbread?
    You use small tins.
  9. What colour is cotton candy?
    Sky blue pink
  10. What are cowslips and snap dragons?
    Cowslips are petticoats for cows, and Snapdragons are bad-tempered people.
    There you go I did my best!

The Lie. The Trick

Another poem for Child Abuse Month back in April 2013. This one is about child brides. Girls are as good as kidnapped by their own parents . Imagine the culture shock from living life here in the west to suddenly finding out that the exciting holiday you were looking forward to was just a ruse to get to India,Pakistan or Afghanistan to marry you off often to an older man.

In the villages of India,Pakistan, Afghanistan and Africa. Children as young as 6yrs are married off to older men. It is wrong, don’t you think. I have reposted this after reading Notestowomen‘s Entry for #writephoto

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Happy head full of teenage dreams sending texts and watching ipad screens. Looking forward to the summer holiday visiting cousins far away.

At the school gate with your friends you’ll see them all when the summer ends.

Eighteen months later them’s the brakes. OH! what difference those months makes! No longer a carefree happy teen, a mother in servitude, dreams of what her life could of been.

Why did her parents cheat her so marrying her off to an older man she did not know. All her schooling all her dreams blown away in smithereens.

She remembers weeping so, begging her parents not to go. Why did they do this to her she wants to know.

Put a stop to child brides

New Year Meets Old.

Death wheeling in the New Year[/caption]

 

It was late,  the  last  day of  the  year was  done and leaving  no  doubt

Death  was  pushing in the New Year as  Old Father Time was on his  way out.

Everywhere  plans  were  being made for  beginnings  shiny  and  new

Death  and Old  Father Time raised  an eyebrow it was all rubbish, they knew.

 

Death  knew  he  would spend  his  time  as he did  time and  time  again

Just doing his job with out  complaint , clearing up  the fall out  of mankind’s pain.

From  the crashed  car, to  a  bomb in a cafe, a knife  fight in  the dark

A plane crash, train wreck, a war, climbing  accident or tragedy  in the park.

 

Old Father time  had  seen it  all , in technicolour  more  than once  before

He  patted Death on  the  shoulder  as he  trudge  towards the  sunrise once more.

He slipped  on spilt  blood on  the  floor and  stepped over  miss chances

He  knew  them  so well, he passed  by  the  plotters and  suicides ready for one way dances.

 

A cry  from the pram made  the old guys  both jump,

Why did hope always  arrive at  this  time of  year, in  this dump

The  New  Year was  gurgling  and  burbling  with joy, eyes  bright on horizons new

Painting rosy lies  across  the world, closing it’s  eyes to badness  and  feelings  of  blue.

Happy New Year[/caption]

Christmas Cheer.

See the reflection in the Christmas ball

Does it tell the truth does it open up and show us all?

The presents around the tree are

They really exactly what you see?

Is everyone as happy as they appear,

Are we all relaxed and full of good cheer.

Did the food all get to the table without a hitch

Did everyone get on all day with out thinking someone is a bitch.

Are grannie’s jumpers really brill? Did your sister’s mince pies make you ill.

Do you really need another drink ,

No don’t just chuck those glasses in the sink!
If you are not happy, don’t tell me today

Because Christmas is supposed to be special and so all has to swept up tidy and hidden away.

The drunk can still beat his wife

Uncle nobby  can rob a young child of their peaceful 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 do not go away

Just because it’s Christmas Day.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday. How

This is my offering for LindaGHill’s.  Stream of Consciousness Saturday.This week Linda said :Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “how.” Start your post with the word “How.” Bonus points if you end with it too. Enjoy!

Rules and Pingback here

How do you feel

Look into my eyes

Tell me is it real

Or just a pack of lies.
As the snow falls 

And the wind howls

Who will keep you warm

Are your loyalties torn.
How can I trust you now

How can you afirm your vow

You have decived, wow

Then ask I trust you. How?

Image found here

Christmas Lies Bleeding

 

It  is gathering , it is growing  as it does  this time of year.

It is clawing my guts  out, as it shuffles  near.

It is spitting in  my face  and  screaming in my ear.

I am being wrenched  apart happy Christmas  my dear

 

Nobody ever does anything for  you..

Do you really believe that  crap is  really  true

Na  it couldn’t  be anything  you do…….. could it?

 

It always  happens at Christmas I have  to ask you why .

Why  take it up and screw it up, watch it bleed gasp  for air  and die!

Go on, make your selfish demands on me ,

Make  me  make the choices I never want ..never  set me fucking free.

 

Nobody ever does anything for  you..

Do you really believe that  crap is  really  true

Na  it couldn’t  be anything  you do…….. could it?

 

Bleed me  cut  me throw me in the gutter .

Make  me choose what I do not want, what the fuck  does it matter.

No doubt  you will relent  ungraciously  then be

The biggest  martyr you can, and blame your grief on me.

 

Nobody ever does anything for  you..

Do you really believe that  crap is  really  true

Na  it couldn’t  be anything  you do…….. could it?

 

Yes I bloody hate Christmas.  All it brings  is grief, arguments  and hurt.

Under  the pretence  of rejoicing many a  poor soul is being dragged  through  the dirt!

Adverts on the TV  show perfect families  enjoying the festive fayre.

It makes me want to choke  I don’t believe it, and I  think it so unfair

To ram  these lies of “happy happy times” right  down our throats .

It is just another bloody day

Everything that’s wrong still there  beneath  the  sugar  coat.

They’ll still be  there  tomorrow and  not  magically  go away

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A rework  of  a poem  I  wrote  for  NABLOPOMO back in  NOV 2013

Please  excuse  the language   and  remember  it is  a poem.

NaBloPoMo: Christmas Lies Bleeding

It  is gathering , it is growing  as it does  this time of year.

It is clawing my guts  out  as it shuffles up to me near.

It is spitting in  my face  and  screaming in my ear.

I am being wrenched  apart happy Christmas  my dear

Nobody ever does anything for  you.. do you really believe that  crap. Do you really think its  true.

Na  it couldn’t  be anything  you do…….. could it?

 

It always  happens at Christmas I have  to ask you why . Why  take it up and screw it up  , step on it, kick it … watch it bleed  to death, gasp  for air  and die!

Go on, Go on, make your selfish demands on me , make  me  make the choices I never want ..never  set me fucking free.

Bleed me  cut  cut  throw me in the gutter . Make  me choose what I do not want, what the fuck  does it matter.

No doubt  you will relent  ungraciously  then be  the biggest  martyr you can  and blame your grief on me.

 

Yes I bloody hate Christmas.  All it brings  is grief, arguments  and hurt.

Under  the pretence  of rejoicing many a  poor soul is being dragged  through  the dirt!

The  adverts on the TV  show  the perfect families  enjoying the festive fayre.

It makes me want to choke  I don’t believe it, and I  think it so unfair

To ram  these lies of “happy happy times” right  down our throats . It is just another bloody day

All the things  that are wrong  are still there  and  they  will not  magically  go away!

MusicalTheme: Humans.

Now  please  don’t tell Bear, Eva,  Deborah  or Johnny  that I am running so late with this post on humans ! I do have excuses but you don’t need to hear them!

Right  then shall we start! 

Firstly  I wanted to put up Bjork’s Human because it is one of my favourite songs and  videos sadly it has  been used so I am posting  a Japanese cover  by Hajime Chitose close your eyes and it could be Bjork  ……. Open  your eyes it could be Bjork!  (*_*) 

Now what makes humans  different  from  practically all animals……… they have sex  for fun  and not because their  bodies tell them too , well not all the time. 

This  song needs no explantion……….. No it does not!  Forgivness  maybe  but not explanation ! The Bloodhound  Gang  , The Bad touch

So what do we do  that animals don’t :  we lie , we cheat  and hurt.

We hurt each other  we fight wars  and hurt our  children 

We abuse our own children, even in  the most evolved  societies. 

PLEASE BE AWARE , UPSETTING AND GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND CONTENT. THE PHOTOS ARE FROM THE INTERNET AND ARE NOT ABUSED CHILDREN AS FAR AS I KNOW.

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INVISIBLE

Invisible that what they called her

Invisible , she is dead now, is that fair.

Everyday  the nice  lady came

She knew,  she did, she heard her use her name.

Evie is asleep her mother carelessly said

Yes Evie is asleep…..Pour Evie was dead.

Lucky was she  if she got the scraps

She was so thirsty  her lips were just chaps.

Frightened each day out of sight she hid

At school no one took notice of the things she did.

Evie  was wasting away  before everyone’s eyes

Stealing from bins, sleeping in class no  one heeding her cries.

Up in her room cowering in the dark

Storming up the stairs, again his hands leave  a mark.

Whimpering and shivering  no point to make a sound

Evie  does not want attention,praying not to be found.

The pain  from his cigarette burns make her want to cry

Cold, tired hungry this child prayed to die.

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http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/x/concept-neglected-child-6719472.jpg

He is always tired, dozing in class  and accident  prone

His parents are the perfect couple , how is he at home.

He is so clumsy covered in cuts and bruises

Mummy only feeds him  when she chooses.

Daddy can’t stand him so he keeps out of sight

It is better that way, Mummy can’t protect him she has given up the fight.

His teacher is worried the child is so thin

Just look at those bruises, he is nothing but bone and skin.

Talk in the staffroom , what can be done

You need to be careful no one will back you if you get it wrong.

To hell with the rules she can’t stand watching this anymore

So she calls the police and the headmistress and tells them what she saw.

Visits are made every week can we see James . No he’s asleep!

Little James can hear this help , but to get down from the cupboard  is too big a leap.

James is away with his nanny you see

Having fun at the seaside, in the sun running free.

He is too tired, and too hungry to cry

He is invisible , and invisible he will die.

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/10/09/invisible/

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But we can be good we help each other and we can care , most of us do care and do help. 

 

Death by Aid

Tiny little fingers in the dust, huge eyes so sad begging for your crust. You are so hungry you need it for you but this is your child, who you can’t deny, true?

Hunger gnawing at your bones like cancer spreading fast. You worry if you’ll be strong enough to find water, as what you have just will not last.

No one is going to help you, your sons and daughters gone for soldiers.These two left will escape that fate as they will not grow much older. Your milk dried up, your belly empty. It hurts so much to walk but walk you must, you can’t stop. The baby at your breast has long since ceased  crying. This sweet young child clinging to your skirt is dying.

Where is the help  that was promised where is the aid that you need. You have walked days now with no hope of helping your children not even to feed. The baby needs medicine the western doctors dispense  you have to flee from your home just were is the sense.

War at your left side famine at your right , politicians and corrupt leaders uncaring of your plight. Had you stayed they would of killed you or worse …OH! my poor children your birth is your curse.

Standing at the top of the hill you can see a straggling encampment a red cross flag flying still. You put down the baby his soul already flown to your husbands arms now, at least not alone. You need to rest  but your aim is in reach . You lay in the dust next to your babes, close your eyes  just ignore the flies.

Tiny little fingers in the dust , huge eyes so sad finally closed. Where is  the help that was promised where is the aid.War on your left side famine at your right they no longer threaten you Death has arrive to erase your plight.

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/08/06/278/

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But it is still happening, isn’t it . Many say that is life that is the human lie………. Is it really.

Well I suppose I should finish on a happy note……….. Let  me see Humans are always hopeful . So lets have  a couple of songs of hope. Firstly a song  from the Decemberists . Sons  and Daughters. As I hear this song  after  either  a huge war or a huge calamity those that are left  get together to start again . I love this  song  and this a beautiful human video!

Now  I am finishing  with some  advice  the best I have ever had! “Better Get To Livin’ ” When I was at the lowest  edd of my recent  life I came across this wonderful video . Obviously  made  by a lovely young man, who I hope is well happy  and living  a good life taking Dolly Parton’s advice 

Goodness this lad his smile and Dolly’s  words have saved me more than once!!

Okay  sorry this was not my usual entree  but  love hugs  and good vibes to you all !! Oh! and yes  BETTER GET TO LIVIN!

PLEASE  CHECK THE OTHERS OUT !

Bear:         We Begin             http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/music-themes-human-beings-on-earth/

Bear:         We Continue       http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/music-themes-human-beings-of-earth-we-continue/

Eva:           What is human   http://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/human-what-is-that-being-a-theme-essay-with-musical-side-effec ts/

Deborah:  The Humans       http://myriad234.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/music-theme-for-november-13-the-humans/#comment-755

Johnny:     Everything           http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/everything-human-music-theme-111313/

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