Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Christmas Lights

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Christmas Lights

lights

Fingers almost blue, toes numb like her soul.
Fear has her in it’s grip , she was no longer whole.
The lights twinkle on the water and the snow
Eyes closed she stands silently rocking to and throw .
Warmth and home seemed a million miles away.
Under this bridge damp and bitter her only place to stay.
Tears cannot fall when frozen but they hurt as much.
She longed for a gentle word or loving touch.
Watching the lights on the water dance.
Like little fairies they leap and prance.
Music floats across the water to her ears
Laughter and an happy voices, she hears.
Tired, so tired she slumps down on the frozen ground
Watches the lights from the house praying never to be found.
Maybe she could of spoken out but she had not dared.
Who would believe her who would of cared
Slowly life slips away from her grasp.
Suddenly she is held in a warm, kind clasp.
A soft voice takes her to a happier place
She opens her eyes and sees God’s face.

Anywhere Evening News. Years Eve 2016 :another drug addict found dead under the the bridge opposite the Ferryman’s Inn.

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Angel.

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a small figure of an angel, releasing a dove of peace. Around the angel are lighted candles, pine cones and a small wooden donkey

Angel

See the reflection in the Christmas ball

Does it tell the truth, does it show us all?

The presents around the tree are they really what you see?

Is everyone as happy as they appear,

All relaxed and full of good cheer.

Did the food all get to the table without a hitch

Did we get on all day without someone being a bitch.

Are grannie’s jumpers really brill?

Did your sister’s mince pies make you ill.

Do you really need another drink?

No, just chuck those glasses in the sink!

If you are not happy, don’t tell me today.

At Christmas everything has to be hidden away.

The drunk can still beat his wife

A child can be robbed of their happy life.

Nothing changes nothing ends,

Peace and quiet does not descend.

The poor are still poor and hungry

The irritable are still brutally angry.

The angel watches she see it all.

She see the pain, watches tears fall.

Sadly all the bad things don’t go away.

Just because it’s Christmas Day.

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Today I have done a rewrite of an old poem. It is not the original poem I wrote for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

Thursday photo prompt – Glimpsed – #writephoto

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This week’s photo prompt:

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Pingback and  rules 

The priory on the Rim of Io

The  priory on the Rim of was the last of it’s kind almost forgotten by the rest of creation. …but not quite!

Stay away from the windows she had been told by grandfather and by Mother Superior both. They had impressed upon her the importance of her presence  being  there was to be a secret. The Nuns were all delightful and so kind but they, being a silent order could only speak to her between the hours of six and eight pm. So even though they did their best to entertain their guest she was lonely.

She spent her days , happily in the priory and it’s gardens, the smell of the strange flowers native to Io calming and soothing her. Her nights she was enthralled by the other three Galilean moons that orbit Jupiter.

Keep away from the windows at night they all told her, you must not be seen. Your condition will give you away. 

She did try but the spectacular light that was generated by Io and the other three moons of Jupiter was enthralling.

Stay away from the windows they had begged her but the lights already had a hold on her.

And so it was that she , the last pregnant woman in the  Universe, the last pregnant woman in thirty years stood at the window watching the lights washing over Io.

Sadly  the bounty hunters from Mars saw her at the window, they saw her long hair and pregnant belly, too young, too beautiful to be an ancient Nun.

What future the Universe the only pregnant woman in thirty years held to ransom. All because she could not resist looking out the window.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 334 GRACE and Slip.

The Challenge Words!

GRACE and Slip

fall haiku challenge badge japanese maple with black and white background

SEASONAL BADGE

image from Google.

Daily angels slip
From grace banished from their place
Hidden from God’s Face.

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This is a Haiku for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Death of a planet

Photo by Markus Spiske on Pexels.com

Damn  you I see you all

Every action large  or small.

Why do you rape  and abuse  me

Tell me, when I give  you my all, for free?

I lay here at your feet bleeding and broken

Not one of you have listened to the words I’ve spoken.

You’ve been warned, cajoled and I have implored

You don’t listen or care. My warnings you ignore!

Dying, now I spew poison  that you have mined

You, you alone  have caused my death by that you are defined!

My skin is parched and burned, baron and scorched  am I

No animals move, my seas and lakes empty no birds left in my sky.

I weep but my tears just turn to steam  no relief

You have watched  me suffer yet you have just added to my  grief.

I am fading fast, there is nowhere to go. I am a shadow of myself

As pale as you brother moon , as dead too because of their greed for my wealth.

Dead am I

Why did you not try

Your wars and greed

And now in death I bleed.

The painting above is from

I wrote this is twenty fourteen, we have learned nothing .

Paradise Lost

Image Pixabay

The beach was empty like our hearts.

Our feelings ripped into tiny parts.

The wind was bitter just like you.

Thursday photo prompt: Veiled #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Veiled

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green horizon, beyond which the mist veils a hill topped with strange rock formations.

Morning veiled by death

She picked up her baggage and

At last she’s at peace.

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo . A Haiku for MIL.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 305: Conflict&Gypsy

Image from Pixabay
Brown eyes say it all
At odds with  his mouth, that smiles
A traveller with dreams.

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This week for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku, I used synonyms for Conflict and Gypsy .

What Day is it Anyway. 12th April 2020

Why is Linda hosting this post.

She said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

Why am I writing this post ? Because it’s day ? since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.

We are all meant to stay at home and we must do, if we want to beat this virus.

HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE ❤️.

Easter a resurrection, life from death, a second chance, redemption.

It has been a lovely day and I really wanted to write you all a lovely and cheerful HAPPY EASTER post but sad events have over taken us this evening. My mother in law has had what looks like a stroke. An ambulance has taken to a stroke unit . We are worried because this is not a good time to have to go to hospital.

Luckily hubby’s brother has been staying with her so she was not alone when she became ill. Due to the lockdown rules we were not allowed to go over to her house, and no one was allowed to go in the ambulance with her and all we can do is wait to hear any news from the hospital.

So my dear friends please spare , a thought or a prayer for mother in law who should be 100years in a few weeks.

I was already behind with reading posts and I have had too delete some and start afresh. I hate doing that but it’s the only way I can cope right now.

I can’t concentrate right now so I wish you all well and I shall see you all tomorrow.

So tired
Be safe 💜

This is Part of LindaGHill’s#WDIIA

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 164 #SynonymsOnly

This week Colleen has given us the words Love and Harmony, to use synonymously.

Today I struggling with love and harmony, I think it may of coloured my Tanka.

What good is devotion

When it causes termoil.

Discord, reins supreme

Agony pulls the heart strings

No tranquil, coexistence

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Part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge.

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