Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 156, #Poet Choice

TUESDAY TANKA!

It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Poets choose your own words.

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So it’s thanks to Colleen Chesebro for the prompt, rules, pingbacks, and poems here. Lonely and Pity are my chosen words this week. Again I have chosen a Tanka. In this time of Christmas with all the hype on the media, the homeless, the poor the ill tend to be forgotten.

Living on the street
 Cold, hungry, looking at feet.
No one cares for me
None show any sympathy
Good will to all, oh! really.
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We have a new badge from Colleen too, thank you Colleen it’s lovely.

Musical Theme : Emotions

Ellie Goulding Explosions : This  video depicts exactly  the feeling  you get  when you  get

to the end of your tether. So much  coming at you , everything you have ever feared or dreaded!

Then  pow you are  set right off , an explosion in your head!

Eyesore, Maria Mena  self loathing: Anorexia, Bulimia all brought on  by bad experiences  as a child.

Not feeling  good about yourself. Not  good enough,   no one  must  see you you must stay thin.

Fear of food, fear of body image.

The Mirror Lies

Another poem by me.

Look in the mirror what do you see,

I see a skeleton pleading to me.

You do not see the same, you see rivers of fat .

If you let this go on you will be dead and that’s that

How did this happen how did this come to pass.

Why do you feel no one loves you, if you would only ask.

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Was it a neurotic mother who showed the way

counting calories and eating less day after day.

She treated you as she did herself, it is no wonder now

that you have developed this curse.

Was it the adverts you saw every day

with lithe young girls posing in magazines and posters and on TV you saw while you were at play.

What drives a child younger than ten to vow

to herself she will not eat again. 

Did the children in the school yard taunt you and say

“little miss piggy just go away ”

They did not mean to hurt they did not know

that those words would cripple you so.

I say they the were innocent but that might not be true

for children can be so unkind and don’t care about the damage they do.

Was it that careless joking aside from your lover or best friend

that hit you so hard that your mind started to bend.

It changed the image the mirror showed to you

and you watch as the fat piled on , but only in your eyes was it true.

Now it is nearly too late the pleads and entreaties for you to put on some weight.

Just simply fall on deaf ears

and as you slip away  your gums bleed, full filling our worst fears

Was it your boss who shattered your confidence by making a careless remark 

about eating too many cakes that caused you to a  binge and vomit then on this  course to embark.

Sadly it is all or nothing for you,

sadly my love it will be the death of you too.

It may seem like a mountain to climb but please take my 

hand and except my love, your running out of time.

Mothers and fathers what ever you do

make sure your children know you love them and make time to spend with them too.

Teachers  and government  make sure that healthy diets are taught

and evil nasty bullies are dealt with as soon as they are caught.

We need our children and our young people too

we must guide them and love them as they need to see we are true.

We will never stop the adverts  on TV, posters and press

but we can talk to our children and tell them these models are just there to impress.

The rich cats are just out to make money

they don’t  give a damn about the models or you honey.!

So I reach out my hand and offer some hope

every one is beautiful in their own way just remember you are loved and we can help you to cope.

Beauty is skin deep what is inside is what is key

the soul and heart dictate what you should be.

You cannot chase the perfect body all of your life you

will have to give up so much as you will not have time to live life.

 

Imogen Heap.  Say  Goodnight and go. Obsession / unrequited love . The young  girl is besotted

by the  boy  who only see her  as a work colleague. She  follows him  watches him and dreams!

Regina Spektor Fear of Cancer : Fear! the not me  I am not that type , if I close my eyes it is not happening to me. A mother has to face up  to the fact that she is ill………. tough emotions

Prima Donna Girl,  Marina and the diamonds: Need greed  and more insecurity! Pity even.

Beautiful South Take a little time anger : All the horrible  feelings  that  are brought on  by

marital discord! So many emotions.

Imogen Heap who’s getting scared now, revenge hate Oh! the chance to face up to those who bullied  you at  school and  made your life so  bad the chance to show them you have blossomed and grown!!

It’s nothing less than abuse

Rounded shoulders head hung down

why do they all make fun of me I am not a clown.

Sitting in the row spiteful girls stick their pens in my legs.

Teacher at the front she must never know, she wouldn’t help she treats me like dregs.

Following me nearly home, calling me mean names,

in the playground I always stand alone they don’t pick me for their games.

Opening my desk finding it’s been trashed ,

my text book been drawn in and my favourite doll has been  smashed.

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Mum tried her hardest but being the youngest of six

my things did not get replaced they just got fixed.

My plimsolls were the wrong colour they were black instead of white ,

I was hauled up on the stage, lectured in front of the school then had to stay on late that night.

I just could not make it I could not win with staff and girls against me all I could do was just give in.

I met my boyfriend, and his friends did not like me because I spoke differently,

I was from the posh school.  They though I was rich, I was not I was just like them it would of made no

difference if I’d let them know.

When we  were out or at a party they were pleasant to my face

but if my guy was not there and behind my back the things they said were just a disgrace.

They joined the line of teachers and my piers

it makes me wonder now how I stood it for all those years.

I am not saying I had no friends, no that would not be true.

I did have friends and they were good   but they were the very few.

I always felt so ugly, too fat and too short

and if anyone was nice to me I could not believe it. What do they want was my first thought.

Things got better when I started work I seemed to come out of my shell

like a little butterfly I changed and put aside my days of living hell.

They tell you, you don’t  realize that school days are the best days of your life ,

thank God I never listened or I would of ended mine with a knife.

Thank God I grew away from all the pain

but sometimes I see a face  hear a voice or a name and it all floods back again.

I am older now and have all that I could ask for, family and friends but sometimes

my calm deserts me and confidence takes flight,

fear and dark descends and I feel lost in the night.

I ask the question now why children’s jibes and actions  can be so mean and cruel.

The worse days of my life were my years at school.

I cry each time I read or hear on the news how children can hurt each other IT NOTHING LESS THAN ABUSE

(My poem on bullying written from personal  memories. )  https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2012/04/13/its-nothing-less-than-abuse-2/

Alanis  Moristte : Thank you : You  might  say gratitude,  well yes  gratitude is there  but also is irony but so is depression, fear and paranoia.

I Am Stretched on Your Grave lyrics (Kate Rusby).  Grief, love  and desperation the loss of  a lover  husband, son   what can I say . Grief.

Sinade O’Conner My Three Babies. : Mother love, pure and simple asking  nothing and giving all unconditional.

Mother Love (Acrostic)

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Mother love is selfless and deeper than the 

Ocean, boundless and undemanding  always 

There when you need it. No judgement or side taken

However far or expensive to pocket or heart. Love is  

Everlasting, open handed  and without question.

Ready always to be sweep in and  scoop you up and love you.

Loyal and true always at the end of a phone

Open minded to your problems never judging or

Vengeful unless called to be on your behalf

Even though you may not deserve it , it’s there Mother Love.

Written  by me.

 

 

Also entries on this theme can be found at

Eva       http://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/11/09/emotions-or-no-numb-here-musical-theme/

Johnny   http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/corvidea-music-theme-for-november-4/

Deborah http://myriad234.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/new-music-theme-for-nov-4-co