Life Line.

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Life’s Blood

She  struggles to survive

Reaching to sunlight to feel alive.

Hidden in shadow always  veiled

Heart felt pleas made, but failed.

Why in the backstreets must she hide

 She needs to run in fields wide.

Her hues to deepen as her soul flies

To lift her head  and see clear blue skies.

Withering and  thirsting she fights  for the light

Struggling  here, hidden in endless night.

She  clings  to her dreams of racing across virgin fields

Opening up her soul to dreams she yeilds.

Find her, save her, throw a life  line

Carry  her out into the sun shine.

Free her, let  her grow see her escape

Covering all with her blooming cape

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 322 Cup&Sip

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Take hold of me now

Cup my delights they are yours

Sip deeply of me.

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The Challenge Words!

Cup&Sip

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Homeless at Chistmas

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Hurry hurry it is that time of year,

Buying presents planning meals,

Christmas is drawing near.

Tinsel, fairies, Santa’s everywhere,

tiny lights twinkle.

Hurry past her, close your eyes,

Tell yourself she’s okay

It is so easy to believe convenient lies

And hope she will go away.

Don’t even give her  a second thought.

Or  wonder why  life has  her  so low  brought.

How old is she? she does look young

But some of them play on that ….Scum.

She does look cold, she needs a coat

She looks so hungry and tired.

Is that a lump in your throat?

There are lots of souls like her around,

Sleeping in doorways and cardboard boxes

In our cities and our towns.

Should you give her your coat or your change,

Buy her a hot drink you don’t want her to spend it on booze

Or drugs help her out, don’t you think?

This dilemma makes you feel sad

Well what can I say,life can be bad!

She might be an angel she might be just be lost

But if you just helped her,would that be too high a cost.

So spare a thought as you gather round your Christmas tree

With your Christmas treats for all your family,

For all those who are lost, sad, lonely, cold or in pain.

If you gave to a homeless charity you would not loose,

Just think of what you could gain .

Crisis at  Christmas 

Little note:  I know I have used this image and poem more than once but this beautiful homeless man speaks more with his eyes than I could write on a million blogs!

 

Just Jot It January: Compelled.

THIS IS  PART  OF  LINDAGHILL’S  JUST JOT IT JANUARY .  Today 24th January the  prompt is  Compelled  and it  was suggested  by  me  willowdot21.

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COMPELLED

She  had  him utterly  and  totally  compelled

Within her hand his  beating heart she  held.

She only  needed  to  look in his  eyes  and he  knew  damn well

He  was  hers, utterly , totally  and  completely  compelled .

 

He abandoned all else , work ,friends, family  cast aside

She  stripped him bare, he had  nothing  left to hide.

He gave her his all, walked on  glass,laid down his life

He’d not leave her side begged her not cause him strife.

 

He was addicted,needy, lusting  for her, under her  spell

No good  for anything  else  he  was completely  compelled.

She  sucked him dry  and used him up.She dragged him  to hell

He was lost, hopelessly  compelled broken and lonely … under her spell.

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It Hurts

Shoe laces taken

All she knows  shaken

Not  a  razor  or  knife in sight

Still  the pain sears  through  the night.

 

Corridors full of  eternal walkers

Going  nowhere, watched  by  stalkers.

Screams  erupt  so do  tussles

Held down by  ‘staff ‘ with muscles.

 

Nothing  stops  the pain  NOTHING

Smile  at  family  don’t  let  them see  the  bluffing.

It hurts, it  hurts  she  needs  to  bleed

A sacrifice  to the demon’s  seed.

 

Doors  slam locks  turn

Fears  grow behind  doors  souls burn

Help me  please help me

Blind eyes don’t see…………………….

 

Shoe laces taken

All she knows  shaken

Not  a  razor  or  knife in sight

Still  the pain sears  through  the night.

 

 

 

Not the A to Z April Challenge : Yearn

I yearn to fly, I yearn for blue sky

I yearn to dance never  asking why

I yearn to see your blue eyes

I yearn to hold  your  hand

I yearn to  kiss your

Ruby red lips

I want

More.

 

BATZAP

Not the A to Z April Challenge : Quench

Quench My Soul

Deep within  my  soul it  sucks  me dry

Like  a cancer  it drives me wild

I need to sate  the tears I  cry

Many  hurts in  there  filed

Give  me the relief

I need! Quench me

Wet my soul

Make me

Whole .

 

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

Be My Valentine : Acrostic

Be my

Breathtakingly needing

Eros’s arrow pricks

❤         ❤

Mixing love  potions at  this  time

Y0u must, you must be mine.

❤       ❤

Value added roses and chocolates

All add up  to  to special dates.

Love encounters special things

Enchanted,  petals hearts and  fairy  rings.

Never knowingly  under sold

Treats and treasures gently unfold.

Intimate touches and arusing  kisses

Naked  passion erupts exploding  wishes

Eaking out the joy orgasmic joy, for every  girl who loves  her boy!

Valentine

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 

Love is in Da Blog: BRAVE ENOUGH TO SAY.

Just Messing  Around  With  Bee said : Today I am trying myself again on another sensitive subject: Being  transgender.

Well I  did   transgender yesterday  so  I shall hae  to do yesterdays  prompt  today , so I shall tackle  the gay / lesbian subject today.

That  will teach  me to read  the prompt  more carefully.

Brave enough  to say.

How  can I tell her how I feel

Will she  believe  me  and take  my  feelings  as real.

This  really means  the world  to me

The  reason of  my  life  is  she.

 

We spend  hours  together  having  fun

I should hate  for  our friendship  to be undone

By  something  I need to say

Once  said it cannot  be taken away.

 

My body quakes  when she is  near

But  that  she will laugh, or worse hate me is what I fear.

I need to tell her  exactly  how I feel

I need to show her my  love is real.

 

Here she comes I must tell her  now

Or  I shall explode or  die I vow.

I take  the plunge  and  say the words I need to say.

Her pouting lips  smile and  say, I love  you too,sweet  girl in every way.

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 

 

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