Names will Always Hurt

“The best index to a person’s character is how he treats people who can’t do him any good, and how he treats people who can’t fight back.”
Abigail Van Buren

It’s Day five of the Blogging University inspiration Course… well no, it’s actually Day 8 but I’m behind! For day five I had to create a block quote on my page and discuss.

I’ve chosen one from American columnist Abigail Van Buren. This quote reminded me it was anti-bullying week in the UK last week and the poem is about bullying. It’s all over the place but then someone who is being bullied might feel all over the pace too.

I cleared out my brain. Picked out those scathing words –

ones that caused pain. Dug a hole, buried

them deep.  Negativity joined the heap.

They disappeared into the ground.

Made way for fresh words – peace was found.

The dog kept digging but I shooed it away.

“This isn’t your garden to spoil,” I’d say.

I patted that dirt back down.

Pat, pat on the grass. There, there.

Yesterday the pack came around. Tore up my garden,

messed with the ground.  I couldn’t stop them.

Words ripped the flower bed apart. Mayhem.

Trampled tranquillity, goaded Calm.

They welcomed fragility.

Can’t fight much longer. Anger is strong.

Frustration stands by, thinking it wrong.

Sadness lays on the flower bed.

Happiness plays dead.

There’s too much mess.

I can’t put them back underground.

Sadness refuses to move. Hello stress.

There’s too much to fix.

Those old dogs and their tricks.

Your scathing words in my head again.

Negativity joins pain.

Anger’s bolted.

There’s no fight left.

Feeling bereft.

They’re winning.

 

Services no Longer Required

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POEM BELOW

It’s day four of the Blogging University Course and the task today is to write a poem relating to the photo prompt. There were four photos and I struggled picking just one. In the end I’ve picked two and I’ll post the other photo and poem later. I’m also doing two because I’m procrastinating over my mountainous college homework assessments, business paperwork and housework.

I thought the man in the photo could be sad and lonely. I started thinking that perhaps his wife has gone and I wondered what his life could have been like.  It’s a depressing one.

Sitting alone;

grieving, bereft.

She’s 2 years gone –

what’s now left?

 

Thinking way back;

busy, complete.

With their close pack –

life was sweet.

 

Children all grown;

partnered, attached.

Nest is now flown –

babies hatched.

 

Helping them out;

childcare supplied.

Without a doubt –

never denied.

 

Aged in a blink;

aching, tired.

Kids never think –

service required.

 

They withdrew

when hard times knocked.

Impatience grew –

empathy blocked.

 

She’s underground.

Lonely, apart.

They’re not around –

broken heart.

 

Where did they go?

Family craved.

Nothing to show

for love they gave.

The Hopeful Fairy

It’s day three of Blogging University Inspiration course and for this I was to respond to a word prompt and write anything I wanted.  There were six word prompts to choose from.  I gave myself more of a challenge and picked two of the prompts ‘hope’ and ‘home.’ A third, ‘choice’ was used as the theme.

As you’ll see, it’s a poem for children. Apologies for writing a Christmas poem in November, but that’s where my imagination went 🙂

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Credits: notonthehighstreet.com

 

Stuck in a storeroom.

Stuck in a box.

Stuck with these baubles –

and nobody talks.

 

She wants to be shiny.

She wants to be seen.

She wants a fine dress –

but this one is green.

 

At last it’s December!

At last on a shelf!

At last she’ll make friends –

but stuck by herself!

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A new home for fairy.

A home with a tree!

Will she sit on top?

Oh, where will she be?

 

Her hopes are shattered.

A shiny angel is placed

in the home that she wanted –

it’s the bottom she’s based 😦

 

She blames the green dress

as she cries on the tree.

“It just isn’t fair –

it should have been me!”

 

One night her owner’s

beside on the floor.

“She’ll be here for the angel;

I’m green – she’ll ignore.”

 

But the girl takes fairy!

Places her on her knee:

“I love you the most

you remind me of me.”

 

It’s then fairy knew

what this can all mean

“We love different things –

and this girl loves green!”

 

I remember the hours of fun I had playing with the fairies on my Christmas Tree as a child. The fancy one was never played with because it was up so high.  I loved the little ‘not so stunning’ ones better anyway.