FOWC: Repercussions

He took from his brother, a tiny train, because his coveted it

He took from his girlfriend, her innocence, uncontrolled lust

He took from his workmates, their ideas, too proud to fail

He took from his parents, everything and more, greed and ingratitude

He took from the plates of the starving, thoughtless gluttony

He took from his servants, without thanks or a thought, pure sloth

He took from his children, their peace, his wrath without limit

He took his own life, final sin, it ended without repercussions

 

I haven’t written any poetry for a while so I thought I’d make the most of Fandango’s one word prompt for today. Thanks for inspiring me once more Fandango ;O)

Hope you have a wonderful day one and all.

Lisa x

 

the storm

I can’t imagine what it must be like to be in constant pain, to feel as though you are trapped in a never-ending storm, but I read Wendi’s incredible poem and it gave me an insight…….

via the storm

To Be A Child

I cannot be seen if I cover my face

There are scary beasts hiding under my bed

I cannot fall when my Daddy carries me

The Shadows in my room have horrid faces

I cannot be hurt if teddy is with me

When you turn off the night light terror finds me

I cannot get lost when Mummy takes my hand

Don’t leave me alone, I’ll cry. I can’t see you

I cannot grow up. I’m safe, when I’m not scared.

Lisa x

Just a Poem

Like a butterfly broken by the rains

My memories, once pure

Lay tattered, shredded by relentless time

Fractured jigsaw pieces

Voice, touch, kiss all longed for but forgotten

Mocking photo prompts

A smile, if not captured, forever lost

So much fading away

Yet love remains. My broken heart still beats

For you and you alone

 

FOWC: Envy

The blackest of sins

Born from a desire

For another life

Look over the fence

The grass is greener

The rose tint of glass

Distorts perspective

You see what you see

Yet without knowing

Money can’t buy love

Yet you yearn for it

Gucci and beauty

Camera flashes

Stark approbation

Shattered privacy

Sycophantic lies

Stalkers, accusers

Your life not your own

No freedom from press

Trapped by the trappings

Walk one mile in shoes

Not your own and know

A green eyed monster

Kills only his host.

Written in response to Fandango’s one word prompt.

Have a super Sunday one and all

Lisa x

Do You Dream?

When you slumber, free from reality

With limbs in gentle repose, breathing soft

The images come, unrestrained, welcome

Of days gone by or a longed for future

Complete liberty to construct your view

Of a World that beckons your aching soul

Do you face the fear that binds you: regret

Or are you, in that moment, cleansed, reborn?

What do you dream when night comes to claim you?

When you become, once more, all that you hide

I dream of the day I first saw your face

I dream of the day I’ll hold you again

I dream of you, my love, I dream of you.

Lisa x

FOWC: Victim

Life transpires with hidden challenges

Unforeseen, frequently unwelcome

They test our fortitude, our courage

Our desire to take another step

Forward into  the predestined mire

We stumble and tumble, shattered glass

We take the knocks and devious blights

Oft blinded to, maybe, redemption

Woes hanging heavy in our psyche

And yet, always, there’s another road

Paved with fear and lined by doubt, no doubt

That leads to quietude, mind and soul

That road is for you, my worthy friend

Leave your troublesome burden behind

Divest yourself of that grim label

VICTIM.

This poem was written in response to the Famous Fandango’s one word prompt.

Have a great weekend everyone

Lisa x

 

 

You Guys Rock!

Honestly, I can’t say that enough! The blogging community is such a special group of people; if you need to let your feelings out, if you need to rant, if you need something to make you laugh, it’s all there and it’s wonderful! I’ve been helped through many a tough time by my fellow bloggers, they’ve given great advice and support and their posts have inspired, entertained and comforted me. I never thought it could be possible to have friends I’d never met but you guys are proof that I was 100% wrong.

A few days ago I asked people to vote as my poem ‘Promise’ was nominated for publication of the month on Spillwords and, guess what? Thanks to you guys, I won!. Thanks to the kindness in your hearts, for the first time in a long time, I actually feel like I am achieving something again. If I could come and give you all a real hug and my thanks I would but, as it stands, I can only give you virtual hugs:.

Get Out!

It’s grey, not pink, that’s a bit of a shock

But now that it’s out let’s see what we’ve got

Too many, too much, I’ll make a big pile

Sifting through this could take quite a long while

Small heaps perhaps to the left and the right

The good and the bad, the dark and the light

This one is sadness, it must belong there

Along with contrition, pain and despair

This is a memory of happiness lost

Where do I put it? Shouldn’t it be tossed?

Or kept in a pile with hope and a dream

Of a ghost’s soft reproach ‘Carpe Diem’

Arranged before me, they’re not as I thought

A mountain on one side; how hard I fought

To hold an echo and hoard the shadows

A mound on the other, the things I chose

To leave in the light, hoping they would grow

Hope is the first, a sprout, starting to show

Joy is there too but a almost unrecognised

Love their companion albeit disguised

Now to decide, what to keep, what is thrown?

What goes back? Good or bad it’s all I’ve known

For so long, same thoughts again and again

It’s not so easy to clean out my brain.

The last few days have been pretty grim. Maybe it’s because Valentine’s day is just round the corner, maybe it’s because grief just decides to beat the crap out of you sometimes, I honestly don’t know but sadness is just eating away at me. I’ve spent the last 5 years finding coping mechanisms to stay strong and keep positive, to enjoy each day as it comes but, right now, I have negative thoughts chasing around my head like puppies on speed.

This morning I thought how wonderful it would be if I could just take out my brain, give it a good shake and get rid of all the negative shit that seems to be clogging it up – hence this poem. Have you ever felt like that? I’d love to hear from you if you have.

Lisa x

Roses are Red

Just when you think it’s safe to go out

There is a knock at your heart, tap, tap

Trepidation calls, bearing flowers

Roses, red like the blood flowing still

Through your veins to a stone cold  heart

Violets, deep blue as your eyes that weep

To remember the days without fear

Orchid, black reflecting your humour

‘Love me, love me not?’, petals shredded

Destroying the thing of beauty that

Once was your life. Stamens, yellow stain

Rough hands. Colours bleeding into one

Dull grey where once: yellow red, blue

Delicate stems, plain perfect blossom

Dismay brought you a bouquet. But why?

To remind you that he’s there. Tap tap

Just when you think it’s safe to go out.

I had to go to the supermarket this morning and, everywhere I looked, there were red hearts and roses, cards and chocolates and lovers strolling hand in hand. There is a feeling of romance in the air and, this year for some reason, I am not really dealing with it very well. So many tears today I just locked myself away and wrote this poem because I didn’t know what else to do.

Lisa x