The Conversation, just before Christmas.

Man:I like you car, is it new?

Woman : I have only had it a day or is it two.

Man:  I love the colour is it blue?

Woman: Well they call it Azure.

Man:  Do you know this road well ?

Woman :Yes I have been down it a thousand times for sure,

This road that leads right to my door.

they call in Azure blue

Man: Did you get all your presents the shops are such a crush?

Woman: I did, I even got my sister that amazing eye make up brush.

Man : And the festive food is that all in hand?

Woman: Yes and a good thing too as I am cooking this year as planned .

Man : Look who are all those people talking to the police?

Woman : OMG That is my family they’ve  all come out even brought my baby niece.

They may of heard the noise of the crash

My husband does look pale why is he acting so rash.

I think I had better talk to him before he starts to cry!

 Man :, hang on my friend you have to come with me………..

Woman : WHY?

Man :  You have crashed the car, my dear and you are about to die.

Woman : Surely you are joking I am standing here with you,

Sorry it has been good to chat but I have so much to do.

Man : Tell me what is the last thing you remember before our chat?

Woman : Well I was concentrating very hard because of all the snow

I had to swerve to miss the cat. It all went black  and then, I just don’t know.

Woman : OH! my what a commotion they are all in tears

Right outside the garden gate the neighbours have not had so much to look at for years.

Woman : Help I feel so cold and so very weak ,

Is that me inside the car, I just look asleep.

Man :  Come my friend I am with you.I shall guide you now that your earthly life is at an end.

Woman : Will they all recover will they manage without me .

Man : Don’t worry they will all cope, you can even watch and see.

Now just relax and lean your head on me, 

I have seen you’ve always been kind and you always talk with me.

Woman: I really do not want to leave them are you really sure.

Man: I am my dear friend now come with me just through this open door.

One-Liner Wednesday: Really?

Over heard, two octogenarians discussing their deceased husband’s:

“I suppose it is for the best in a way , if they were still here we would have to look after them”

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It’s Not Happening

Explosion! what did he say.
No way this is not right
He cannot say that today.
If I close my eyes it’ll be all right.

Let me out I need some air
This is not happening now.
Not me, no this is not fair.
I can’t breathe,this is …. wow.

Open a window I am chocking here.
Yes a glass of water please
You spoken the words we all fear.
Please say it’s not true, this is just a tease.

Out in the street the traffic is loud.
Sweating profusely I shiver and shake.
I want to scream caught in this crowd.
Not Cancer it’s more than I can take.

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Another Poem for Breast Cancer Awareness Week.

FanFoFeb : Silence!

2pm

And finally, thankfully the lights went out.

Silence no more abuse nothing left to shout.

Blessed relief, Oh! thank God no more pain

She tried to fight for life  but she slipped away all the same.

2.30pm

Slavering he swayed above  her body

Bitch,  he muttered, looking at  his hands, dirty and bloody.

Stepping over her he gave her side a  kick, it was then the baby started to cry

No, not again he screamed, shut up, shut up you little shit, die.

3pm

He’d picked the baby up  and smashed its’ head against  the floor

Swung the baby  round  shaking it, it stopped screaming  as it’s head met the door.

He left it lying there by her side … bloody  thing it would of been okay  if it had not cried

He went over to the table and drank from the bottle , unaware and uncaring that his wife and baby had died.

4pm

He is slumped across the table

Snoring , drunk to wake unable

What a greeting for a child from school

Mum and baby sister dead and bloodied, too cruel.

4.10pm

She was sick, she can’t  believe her eyes

Frozen to the spot  she cannot move however hard  she tries

The evil drunk spoiler of her miserable life

Tired she is of him, sick again she reaches for a knife.

4.30pm

She puts  the knife in his chest. No time to stop and think.

He hardly makes a move  anesthetized by the drink.

Her senses tell her what to do so she picks up the phone.

Ambulance please, Dad has hurt my  Mum, I have just got  home .

5pm

The Police came with the Ambulance  they had been there before.

They knew that this was bad as they stepped inside the door.

The girl in the corner dead baby in her arms  dry eyed and lost

Mother a mass of bruises she did her best, but at such an awful cost.

6pm

The man was D.O.A . The paramedics could do nothing for him

The girl was so distraught they had to prize the baby from her arms so thin.

Poor little soul was what the nurses had to say

Her Mum and Dad  and sister all of them snatched away.

8pm

The relatives room was quite  apart from the little girls sobs

The social workers said they hate these type of jobs.

What ever could they do to help a little soul

Too young to understand ,  withdrawn and swallowed whole.

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Gate keepers :12

Why do they sit and guard at the gates, what are the horrors that they await?

Why do they guard the portal, why do they never sleep what is it they guard why is this their fate.

Why for millenniums have they stood by their posts

Why, …… is it to save us from aliens or ungodly hosts?

 

What are they protecting us from, what fiendish hell are they shutting out

What is it fighting to get in and attack this world and wipe it all out!?

What is the secret they keep , what would happen if they open the portal for us to take a peek.

What is the horrible truth that they keep , are you ready to hear and face the words that I speak.

 

It is not us they are saving, is it not us they protect , 

 NO! It is all the other dimensions and  worlds across the threshold …… they will not let us infect!

It is shocking  and fearful for us to be told

It is us that we are the evil from all other worlds and dimensions they must withhold!! 

The Gate Keepers :11

The gate keepers where shocked by man’s inhumanity to man

They saw what happened in the garden of Eden , they saw the how the world began.

They saw what they did to the son of God upon the cross , they saw they murdered in God’s name

They saw how man put man in chains they saw how they gassed and beat and shot for Hitlers’ fame.

 

They wept for child  soldiers taught to fight , maim  and rape

They wept for all that man did in the name of Mammon  and hate.

They wept for all the men who hoarded money and food , condemning Others to starve!

They wept for those dying of disease for want of proper drugs, sadly their lives halved.

 

 

They mourned for mother Earth, now in her dying throw

They mourned for all the dreadful things that man had heaped upon her stunting how her flowers grow.

They mourned for all her forests and jungles stripped of foliage and trees

They mourned for all poisons poured into her rivers and her seas,

They mourned for all she ever was for now she was brought down to her knees

 

The story Sofa!

Here I am with open arms oblivious to all your charms. Here unmoving day and night I helped you learn to read and write

Here I am, the one you need, to get you through life’s challenges, I’m always up for a midnight feed!!

I am on hand for a cosy rest in front of the fire, sit with me in winter and  watch the snow fall as the flames grow higher.

I am here for you in spring sit with me and sip your tea and listen as the Thrush sings!

Early morning late at night I am here for your delight!!

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I keep your secrets as you grow older and see your relationships get hot or colder. As you grow and become much bolder.

I am here for you when life becomes to hard to shoulder and encourage you as you climb up another gigantic life boulder!

You  may change my covers to suit the fashion to look good or cool  for swings from anger into passion. Never deserting always there the answer to exhaustions prayer.

I excel at family  gatherings  Christmas, Easter, Birthdays and especially Weddings. Usually I get tarted up when special visitors come to sup!

Always in need when there are babies, new, good for cuddles and sometimes a lot more too! I  will not say what  that’s about .I shall not disclose what you get up to when no one else is about.

Such comfort can found in my arms for weary heads with physical or mental qualms. I never nag or boss you. I am always here when your day is through. I have never done a nasty thing to you.

I’ve been with you good and bad shared your grief  when you’ve been sad.Seen you laugh  loud and free and kept the secrets you’ve given me.

Then one day comes a bolt out of the blue I am of no longer any use, you have found some one new! I am banished shoved aside not wanted even though I’ve comforted you whenever you’ve cried! Cast aside for versions new after all I have done for you!!

Now, how ungrateful can you be ! After all these years you abandon me??

The chance meeting.

No words

I had no idea what he would  say when at the checkout I stop to pass the time of day. How are you doing , good that’s okay and   Ellen I heard she was  unwell is she okay .

He told me, my friend , his dear wife had only a finger hold left on life.There was no hope they have been told. His fortitude and his daughters face made my blood run cold.

I could see the pained look on his daughters face, both of them trying not to cry I’d reach out but this was not the place. I could say nothing he had not heard before. I told him this, then a look of relief in his eyes I saw.

It would not have help for me to have laboured the point, or to have said any more. It was clear he knew how I felt, and he would of  heard it all before.

They finished packing their shopping and as they left they promised to give her my love leaving me lost and bereft.

I hate Cancer it is so cruel it attacks anyone be they wise or a fool.  It has no respect for those who are good and kind it tears up your body and it slaughters your mind. If  I could kill it I really would it is wicked and bad and evil and does no one any bloody good.

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