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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.

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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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This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge.

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

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 .

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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.

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.

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

Love is in Da Blog

Be My Valentine : Acrostic

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!

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