Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 362 DRAG and Dust.

See the dust rises
As you drag my heart around
So cruel your nature.

part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 323 Clip&Wings

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Trapped within this cage
My soul soars high, broken free
Wings clipped, while you rage.

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The Challenge Words!

Clip&Wings

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This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Puppet.

I’m a fret work,patchwork, lost soul of a girl.
I’m a pigtail, full bangs short skirt thrown into a whirl.
I am a big bust, tight arsed see through boiling pot of lust!
I am a thigh high patent leather boots of “come on”..now don’t feign disgust!

I am a black eyed, raggy dress, sexy legs in stripy socks.
Purple lips, curvy hips legs akimbo over the back of a chair throw my head back brush your chest with my hair.
Bend down, turn around suck my thumb roll my eyes lick your thighs…. now don’t pretend you wouldn’t.
I am a diamond encrusted dog collar, peekaboo bra, black leather cat, suit red stiletto heels making your senses reel.

Hard swelling, tightening clothes hastily ripped off knickers on the floor, against the door or try the desk …. now don’t feign disgust… now don’t pretend you wouldn’t.
I am a cheap chick, turn a trick, trip your wick, bother booted swift kick dancing down the fireman’s pole, digging deep into a hole.
Express train through the tunnel, danger spider web funnel.
Come hither don’t dither hurry up before it withers I cant wait all night are you looking for a fight….. I can do that too,especially for you. …. now don’t feign disgust… now don’t pretend you wouldn’t.

Cinquain: Plastic Bag

 

Plastic

Bright orange bag

Filling , floating ,shopping

To be held fast in the  bushes

Carrier

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Catatonic. Acrostic, Almost Nonet

LindaGHill  said :Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “-cat-”  Use the letters at the start, middle, or end of a word and make it the subject of your post – or just use the word “cat.” Enjoy!

“This post is part of SoCS:”    Here is  the  pingback

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Coma

Caught inside  your head, seemingly dead

All systems down,hearing whats said

Tubes from every  orifice

Any hope gone, of piece

Time grinds to a halt

Only you know

None else

In a

Coma

Coma

The  rules  are  here 

Closing In : Acrostic Nonet.

Closing in

Closing in  I feel it closing in

Lost in meditation I see

OH!  devils  closing in  on  me

Surely I feel my  skin

Infested by them

No safe haven

For me.

I am

Nought.

No Escape

The  sun  still shines  but  there  is  no  heat

Choking  on  the  smell of  defeat.

I hoped I’d  escaped  your  claws

You’re  crouched on all fours

Approaching   spitting

Fire and Brimstone.

Ear splitting

Moan, Love

Flown!

 

 

Set Me Free

I want  to be  free

Need  to  be  me

Set Me Free

Escape  these  ties

Stop  muffling  my  cries

Undo  the ties

I need  wings  to  fly

Set me  free

Hear  my  plea.

Open  the  skies

Clear  my  eyes

Part  the  cloud

Scream it out loud

SET  ME  FREE

SET ME FREE.

Undo  the  chain

Free me from pain

Release  my  soul

Please  make  me  whole

Help me  escape

Just  give  me  a break

For  God’s  sake

Make no  mistake

I need  to  be  free

PLEASE HELP ME

PLEASE HELP ME

Despair

 

The Wife

What’s the point

Some  days  she  feels  worse  than  others

Why even  bother  to  get  up and  and start  the day.

Why  leave  the safety of  the bed covers.

Then the  baby  cries, here  we  go. Peace, no way.

 

Feed  the  baby, tidied up  lets  get out

I wonder what  he is  doing  now

Is  he  with  her , yes  no  doubt

No point  to ring , don’t  need a row

 

Loneliness

He is  always ‘ busy ‘ rarely  by  my side

When did he stop  wanting  me

Says he is  working, too tired

To  do  anything  but  sleep. I know  I see.

 

The  way  he dresses  the care  he takes

The  way  he did  for  me .

In public  the perfect  husband, he fakes.

In his mind  he is  with her, what he wants is  she!

 

It is  no comfort  to know I am the mother of his child

No comfort to know  he  will not  leave me for her

Sometimes I wish he would  this is driving  me wild!

Let  him ruin her  life I am sick of  this, I no longer  care .

 

Life goes on

Trapped lost , soulless in this dead marriage of  show

I know  her  she has  it all  why  does  she waist her life

He like  his comfort , his  status  he  will never let  me go

Nor  will he ever  give her what she wants, to be his wife.

 

Life goes on me  and the baby

Does  she pity me , what does  she think

Do  you  think  he loves  you lady?

No  he doesn’t, no more  than he  does not love me.

Love of his life

 

He is  the love of his life

Not  you the  mistress

Nor  me the wife.

We are  both trapped .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love is in Da Blog. Love me for me .

Just Fooling  Around  With Bee  said : today I challenge you to think the opposite way: Allow yourself to imagine you are of opposite sexual orientation (straight – gay and the other way round) in whichever medium you prefer to explore this.

Love  me for me 

Trapped

All her  life  she  struggled  to keep her true self from breaking   free

She  grew  tired of  pretending  she was what others  expected  her to be.

No longer would  she go through  the farce  of dating  men

Enough, she had  had  enough  but she would not lie  to herself again.

 

I am who I am, she announced one  day

Trapped in the  wrong  body , I’m  not  a woman, please  listen to what I say.

Years  and years of  pain,  I have  hidden  my  inner feelings  for too long

I can  no longer take  the pain . I shall pretend  no longer . Its all wrong.

 

I am what I am, Love  me  for  what I am!

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