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.
#JusJoJan prompt the 1st – “Speech”
02 Jan 2021 14 Comments
in JusJoJan, Just jot it January Tags: deception, JusJoJan, lies, Speech
It’s the third week of the month! Time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt
15 Sep 2020 43 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Colleen's Tuesday Tanka, photo prompt, photos, Poems, rant, Talking Straight Tags: lies, Life, Nature, oppression
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.

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.
11 Sep 2020 19 Comments
in #Fibbing Friday, humour, inspiration Tags: fibs, humour, lies

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.
- ‘She had the biggest aspidistra in the world.’ But what is an aspidistra?
It’s a snake with a bad attitude! - What is the main ingredient in Beef Wellington?
Rubber, what else? - Who was Tufty?
A boys at school with unfortunate hair! - What is a Port Folio?
Tin foil especially made for wrapping bottles of port. - What is a bootee?
A woollen cover used on a golf course. - What is meant by ‘You have been tangoed’?
It means you’ve lost your sun tan. - What is a blue bottle?
A bottle made of blue glass - How do you make shortbread?
You use small tins. - What colour is cotton candy?
Sky blue pink - 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
06 Jul 2018 16 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Child marriage, lies, trickery
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.
New Year Meets Old.
31 Dec 2017 6 Comments
in Poems Tags: Hype, lies, New year, Old Year, pointless
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.
16 Dec 2017 20 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Christmas, Family, lies, stress
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
25 Feb 2017 22 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Decite, How, lies, LindaGHill, Mistrust, SoCs, Stream of Consciousness Saturday
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!
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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?
Christmas Lies Bleeding
29 Nov 2016 17 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Bad language, Christmas, conditioning, despair, dread, frustration, lies
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
26 Nov 2013 3 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Bad language, conditioning, despair, dread, frustration, lies, NaBloPoMo, truth, venting
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.
14 Nov 2013 10 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: famine, generosity, Greed, hate, help, Hope, Humans, lies, lust, Musical Themes, sex, War
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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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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