After the Storm.

Stitch by stitch the future is sewn

North & South our dreams are blown

Wild winds assail us, drenching us

Wet and cold we arrive thus.

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Washed up on today’s shore

Troubles beset us galore

We sit on the beach 

Weeping, peace for us, out of reach.

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Homeless At Christmas

I  originally wrote  this in  December  2013  but it is  still relevant .

I hope it won’t snow this Christmas it’s one of my biggest fears.

It was so bitter last year even thinking of it makes me shudder and shed a tear.

They won’t be eating Turkey with all the trim

Unless they find a charity shelter and they can get in.

The people at the shelters are angels from up above they give their time and plenty love.

They really are saviours they really do so much good.

They give warmth and comfort and Christmas dinner and even  Christmas pud.

OH! why are they out here I hear you say

There are lots of reasons, have you got all day? Dave got made redundant the bills he couldn’t pay So the bank stepped in and took his home away.

His wife could not stand the B&B that the social offered them

So she took the children off to live with her mum so Dave won’t see them again.

Jen, she was cheeky girl always having fun

Staying out late and playing up in the end it got too much for her mum!

After a big row one night  in the summer she asked Jen to go,

So she is struggling along out here now,when your homeless it is amazing how fast your friends all go.

Rob well his story is very sad,

It all started with his drinking then he discovered drugs he became violent and everything turned bad.

He fell out with his mother’s boyfriend who told him he had to go

And then threw him out into the December  snow.

The reasons are legion you can take your pick,

People  who  loose  their jobs  because  they became  sick

From parents who can’t cope

To addictions that make you loose all hope,

Parents or family who beat you, family who will not stop at a touch

They want you to give them way too much.

This may all seem morbid this may all seem too sad

I hate to tell you all, things can be so very, very bad.

People young and old see their hopes and dreams unfold and vanish in clouds of smoke

As they end up on the streets lost and without any hope.

So enjoy your Christmas parties, your families and your Yule tide fare

But as you raise a toast remember the homeless ones out there .

 

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Not now but soon

This part of Ronovan writes Friday Flash fiction . here is the pingback to his page and the rules

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The challenge this week is to take the title of a favourite song  and write a story from the title.
I chose Not now but soon , by Imogen Heap. You can hear it here.  If you wish.

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Not now but soon.

James  was always busy, always in a hurry. He never had time to play with children or even finish a meal with his wife.
Work was demanding, it was important. Think about it, he would justify it to himself, if he did not work so hard they would not have this fabulous home. Every year they had at least three holidays abroad and it was not cheap boarding the kids to that private school .

Gen sat in her kitchen with a cup of coffee. All alone as usual James had left early on a business trip, the children still at school for another week.
She had asked James to stay and have a serious talk but had only got the stock answer from him, Not now but soon.

Gen felt the emptiness of the house engulfing her. She looked across at the pile of Christmas decorations in the corner of the room. She wept at the thought of decorating this empty space not a home not anything.

James passed through security at the airport heading straight for the gate. He decided to ring home to say bye to Gen and remind her to collet his suit for Thursday.

Gen was heading up the stairs when the phone in her pocket rang. ‘Hey babe’ he said, have you got my suit yet?’ She replied in the affirmative! ‘And my shoes’ he asks breaking in to a run.
Not now but soon he hears Gen say.
He stops in his tracks and asks her what did she say? The phone is dead, she has gone!

James settles on the plane slightly irritated by Gen’s reply about his shoes. Well it will just have to wait until his return Wednesday night.

Gen lies in her perfect bathroom light streaming in onto her face. Her eyes are closed. All her pain is slipping away, the bath water is red, the bottles of tablets empty on the floor next to the Whiskey.
Am I dead yet she wonders , calmly she knows not now but soon.

James dashes in Wednesday evening grabbing his suit from the hall he runs upstairs shouting to Gen that they must talk , not now he is running late but soon yes soon.

In the bedroom he sees his shoes laid out, he breathes a sigh of relief. Wondering where Gen is he could do with a sandwich  before he leaves.

James enters the bathroom and there she is …….
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This my first attempt at flash fiction so any comments welcome. Thanks.

Loneliness

Alone  he  stands  on the  beach

He’s come  this far from all he has known

All goals  and hopes  smashed  and out of  reach

He  has lost all, job,  family, love  and  home.

 

The  bottle’s content is  his  only  friend

He’s cold  and tired, no life he  has lost all hope,

The sun sets  another empty day comes  to an end

Water  laps his  feet, tears burn his  eyes  he cannot cope.

 

Emptiness  eats his soul the pain is deep like a cancer

He knows  he  had it  all and  lost it, his fault only

He  was young  and  reckless and a bright romancer

Squandered  days  and nights,drink and  drugs left him lonely

 

When did it  start  he  does not  know

But  he  prays it  will end and  soon

He lays  down curled  like  a  child, his  tears  flow.

Alone on  the beach washed  by sea and  lit  by moon.

 

 

 

 

Under The Same Moon

In  dreams I stand upon the beach

You are  there  but just out of reach.

The  sound of  the waves  fills my ears

It is loud but it  does not  drown out  my tears.

 

I feel  the sand, cool beneath  my  toes

The  wet of  the waves as in and out  they flow.

The  silver stars  and moon  light  the skies

But  there  is  only  darkness in  my eyes.

 

Where  are  you my love  where  have  you gone

Leaving  me  here  alone  with only  the  night’s sad  song.

I have  had  the  soul and  heart  ripped out  of  me

Since  I  agree  to  say goodbye  and  set  you free.

 

The same moon

 

 

 

 

Sweet Emma May

Sweet  Emma May  has  gone  away

No good  searching  you won’t  find  her today!

Gone  and  no one knows where

And  in truth  not  one of  them gives a care.

Life  got  too hard  for Emma May

Her  lonely  struggle  every day.

At work  she was  friendly  but  quiet

A pretty  girl  but  always  on a diet.

All her life sweet Emma  May

Had  struggled with the weight  that  would  not go away

People  always  teased her with names

At school she  was taunted  and shunned  from games.

Boys  and Men used sweet comely  Emma May

She  was good  for  a fuck  but they always walked a way.

They did not want to take her out where they’d  been seen

But  in her room , the  office  or  car  they appeared so keen.

Binge eating  always  comforted  sweet Emma May

But the guilt  made  her sick and she’d  flush it  all away.

No one  knew  that she was so ill or that  she had hidden cuts

Cuts  that  bled  and  took the pain away from her  soul  and guts.

Tired and lonely Emma May  took the razor  and cut too deep

She  did   not  stop  the  blood , she was too tired, she went to sleep.

Lonely sweet  Emma May from sleep to death  slipped away.

Her little  body  in a pool of  blood  was found  the next  day.

Sweet  Emma May  has  gone  away

No good  searching  you won’t  find  her today!

Gone  and  no one knows where

And  in truth  not  one of  them gives a care.

Love Is In Da Blog & SoCs : Aaquaint and or Friend

Just Fooling Around  With Bee said :  today is dedicated to “Stream of Consciousness” and Linda’s “Stream of Consciousness Saturday” which had its first birthday yesterday. So please enjoy our combined prompt and link your posts both to “SoCS” and “Love Is In Da Blog”

LindaGHill said :Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: acquaint and/or friend. Use one, use both, add prefixes or suffixes, but whatever you do, have fun!

Stop Look and  listen

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We pass each other every day on this busy street.

We never make eye contact we never stop to speak.

Rushing here and there we do not stop to think

About the people around us who might be on the brink.

We  are not allow to reach out or even to smile.

People would think  you were mad if you try to stop them for a while.

 

There are so many lonely souls we pass them everyday

They always avert their eyes , why is that always the way.

Why is it so wrong to just turn and smile

To reach out to a passer by and talk to them for a while.

We all could make a difference. We all could make new starts,

We all could help each other out if we opened up our hearts!

 

Look at me fellow loners I am just like you

Busy  out here building walls between me and you.

Let me reach out to you and you could reach back to me

Why can’t we join together and maybe set some of our fears free.

I could be a coat to you I could make you warm

We could make our way through this lonely night and out into the dawn.

Acquainting ourselves  with each other

We could  all find  friends even lovers.

This post is part of SoCS:

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    and  here  and  here 

Love Is In Da Blog: Thank you Bill Bailey and Cutty Saka

Just Fooling  Around  With Bee said : today I suggest to you to celebrate your imaginary friends:

 

‘You  can’t  sit  there that  is Bill Bailey’s seat’  I saw  my poor mother’s  face  blanch that  awful  Bill Bailey   had  obviously  graduated  out  of  the  house  and was now on the 55 bus  with us on the  way  to Chiswick! 

I was eight years younger  than   my  next brother  and then the twins were ten years older  and the other two remaining  girls  were twelve  and fourteen years older, so I was,  in most respects  like an only  child. This  meant I had  to amuse myself  a lot. And I did. I had a huge imagination I loved  making  up stories  and playing  with  my  Teddy  Jingles  and  my Rabbit  Ozzy , not  forgetting  Bill the  Badger  who  was a one eyed, one eared  and one legged Badger….. mind  you he was brown not  the usual white and  black  of a real Badger .

Mum was nonplussed  when Bill Bailey  arrived  he did  not  come alone   he  brought  his not  so  nice  partner Cutty Saka , don’t  ask me  where I got  the names from esp Cutty Saka , Bill Bailey  could of  come  from the song. I think they must of arrived  very early  in my  life  as I seem to always remember  them throughout   my early  and middle childhood. They were there  for me from when I woke up  until I fell asleep  and  sometimes  they populated  my  dreams. They were different  and distinguishable   from  my  three favourite  toys ….. they were  real.

It  was usually  just  me and Bill Bailey , we would  draw or  paint  together,  we  would  dance and  play  with  my  toys in the garden, when I got a little older  we would  dance or  make  play  houses  on the crescent outside our  house. I think I  must of  been about  five  by the time  he started  to venture out  with  us, poor  mum she had a lot  to contend with  she must of been in her fifties  having  brought up a  big  family  and contended  with poor  health  to  end up with  an ‘unusual ‘  child  with a vivid imagination  populated  with  two strange characters!

Why have  you not tidied up that mess, why  have you not eaten  your dinner, who spilt that  drink , who  broke  that vase …… Bill Bailey, who else? 

As a  child  I was bullied  at school and  Bill Bailey  was a great comfort to have in my  corner , Cutty Saka  was  good  too  but  if I took her advice I always  ended up in trouble. I did  get into  hot water  too  with Bill Baily  ( he was always  Bill Bailey  never  Bill) sometimes  mum , dad  or even  my  brothers  and sisters  would  scold me if Bill Bailey  turned up at a time  that was embarrassing  to  them! On the whole though  everyone  was accommodating of  him and Cutty Saka .

Would  Bill Bailey  like  some  beans on his  toast, could  Bill Bailey   move  up so I  can sit  down, I think it is  time  you and Bill Bailey  headed up to bed!

I am not  sure  really  when Bill finally  went  for good  (  maybe  he is still around  but keeps his council)  but  by  the time I was old enough  to be spending time  with  my  cousin Lindy he must of  thought  he’d buzz  off  while she was around  but he still was there  while I was at school.

I am very  grateful  to Bill Bailey he  helped  me  through  my  childhood and I love  him  and  Cutty Saka  for that , I think  they  made  me  who I am.

 

Bill Bailey  and Cutty Saka   may  be gone  but I  still  have  Jingles  and Ozzy they are  upstairs  as  we speak!

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    and  here

Lady from the tower of light.

Lady From The Tower Of Light

 

IMAG1350Lady from the tower of light

Speed you safely on your flight.

We are so sad  to see you go

To where or  what  we do not kow.

You went so suddenly  into  the night

You  had  your reasons not to fight.

We had no time to say goodye

But from our souls, to you, our feelings fly.

 

Lady from the tower of light

Now is our chance  to set  things  right.

We have  always held  you dear

That  will not change now  you are not here.

Goodbyes that where not  said

Feel worse while rumbling around inside a head.

You were a joy to us all your days

I think we showed you so in a thousand ways.

 

Lady  from the tower of light

In our thoughts,  though out of sight.

You  have left a wonderful legasy

Johnathan, Nicholas and Lyndsey.

They always filled  your  heart with pride

And grandcildren your love,  for whom, you could not hide .

They will have you with them for all their years

You  will share  their laughter and dry  their tears.

 

Lady from the tower of light

We send you forth with happy  thoughts  for your flight.

Now we have our chance to say what we feel

You  where good  and kind your actions real.

You may be out of touch and far away

Yet we will think fondly of you often, if not each day.

So lovely lady from the  tower of light

Sit back relax  and enjoy  your flight.

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The name Madeleine is a Hebrew baby name. In Hebrew the meaning of the name Madeleine is: From the tower. Also The name Madeleine is a French baby name. In French the meaning of the name Madeleine is: Woman of Magdala. Tower.

I change the meaning slightly for poetic affect.

My tribute  to a dear friend.

 

 

 

Stone Wall

Sitting  at  the same table day after day

Silence screaming deafening, though  there is  nothing left  to say.

The cracks showing more as the years go past

Huge  the ever growing  gulf between us  now the dye is cast.

 

Reaching out  to try  and touch you, maybe reach you this time

You ignore me, look away , I’ve failed again. What was my crime?

Facing down the days, lost and  alone  in a painful daze.

What happened  to us, lost  forever now in this dark,dark maze.

 

 

ACROSTIC STONE WALL

 

Simple words become a damnation

Taunting barbs of hates creation

Only together out of habbit ,out of fear

No longer passion, just dry eyes not  a tear.

Every day an empty void

 

Wasting  our lives, comunication cut to the bone

Argueing, when did this house became  no longer home.

Longing  for a touch,a tender look

Lost the days when our passion the world shook.

 

 

 

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