Colleen said:”This week, let’s do something different. Using the kigo words from last week’s post HERE, or from the summer (Northern Hemisphere) or winter (Southern Hemisphere) categories from the 500 Kigo Words, write one or a series of kimo poems
The kimo is a tristich, a poem of three lines with 10/7/6 syllables. Kimo is an Israeli version of the haiku. Unrhymed. No title.”
“Also, the kimo is focused on a single frozen image (kind of like a snapshot). So it’s uncommon to have any movement happening in kimo poems.” (David: Skeptic’s Kaddish)”
I have tried to use David’s explanation above and done three Kimo. My Kigo words and phrases are highlighted.
Our weather is more like Autumn than spring/summer… I think we have upset Mother nature.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “note.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
There are many … musical notes, 🎶, written notes, high notes and low notes and they are not only musical they can refer to high or low points in your life.
Money can be referred to as notes, you can write a note to anyone even yourself. You can remember noteworthy things, people or books absolutely anything at all. To make a note is to remember.
Would I write a note to a younger me.. No I really don’t think that I would because I don’t believe we can go back in time and change anything. I believe that if we changed anything we would probably make things much worse. To be honest I believe it would do more harm than good. If I knew then half of what I know now I would never make the trip. That said I actually wouldn’t change a thing because I love my family and friends and pets …. My life hasn’t been a bed of roses but who’s is? If anyone tells you they have the perfect life and they wouldn’t change a thing, I am sorry they are lying. So make a note to take Facebook and possibly peoples blogs with a pinch of salt.
So note to self … don’t give in and don’t give up! Never worry about what’s gone…it’s done , no point in worrying about what’s coming because it’s unknown and may never happen. Life is in the now so all you can do your best. …So I have actually made a note for my younger self … but nothing too leading.
I originally wrote this post and all the posts I have done over these last days of April Child Abuse Awareness Month over 11 years ago… NOTHING HAS CHANGED.
Today is the last day of April and I have to say I am glad. Everything I have researched, everything I have written about Child Abuse has made me sick and sad! Children are our future a singer once sang, but he had, had his childhood stolen and he became a strange and sad man and he is not the only one.
Yes children are our future but at this rate do we have one. Children are mistreated , abused, sold down the river in every single country under the sun. The poems I have written have all been stories but are all based on facts I researched. The things that are done to children, some beaten black and blue. Married off at eight or nine or sold in to slavery too, girls cut and sewn up simply to please men, young boys dressed as girls and taught to dance bought and owned by “Pious” men and used for sex after they have watched them prance.
Children in refugee camps prisoners of war…so many wars in this world so many refugees. This video is about Syria but it could be any war at the moment. How can they grow up normal?
Children and young people bullied at their school, harassed by phone and internet just for not being this weeks “cool” Young girls taken out of school and trained to be prostitutes the younger they are the better for old men who like them best if they are cute. Stolen from their village and sent as slaves to other lands worked to death and beaten or used for sex acts and killed when it all gets out of hand.
Forced to watch their parents, their homes and friends destroyed, tortured and burned or maimed. They get dragged off into the jungle as boy and girl soldiers to be trained. Young girls get used as wives, still fight until their babies drop then they carry them into battle on their backs to machetes in hand, kill people and set fire to bodies, villages and crops.
Young girls about to take their GCSEs go on holidays to their parents homelands for pre exam treat have no idea they are off to their future husbands meet. Ripped from all they have known a normal western life suddenly to become a stranger’s wife and live a poverty stricken village strife
Children, abused and battered, some physically some mentally , sexually used from an early age . What chance have they got their heart so full of rage. Some will become abusers for abuse is all they know, some will with help flourish and try to teach it should not be so.
No doubt there are more ways that children get abused, some parents even abuse their own children, sexually or with the fist, these will be the fathers who boast that their little girl is sweet sixteen and never been kissed! The otheres will be mothers’ who force or sell their children however much those children resist. Or push their children to be models, beauty queens or actors to fulfil their own ambitions.
Or seeing your mother beaten until she is hospitalized , living in fear of being next until your humanity dies.
I know that I am ranting but as these tears fall from my eyes there are children out there starving, freezing , hurting, bleeding, screaming , pleading, broken , humiliated and every so often one of them dies. Actually lots of them die. Don’t worry, you can close your ears and eyes … it is too late for me now I have learnt the who’s and whys. Sadly Abuse breeds Abuse and many mental illnesses.
I have to stop writing now , but I promise I shall not stop shouting out because I have just started now. I have written more but I haven’t the heart to print anymore now.💜
After reposting, a couple of my poem yesterday from Child Abuse Awareness Month 2012. I thought I would tidy up and repost this one about female genital mutilation( FGM ). This poem broke heart to research and write. It broke my heart again today. Some girls are as younger than the Grace in my poem
Such a pretty girl, such a lovely face. You cannot believe what they planned for little Grace.
She has dressed up for the party, she is twelve today the house is full of women they are all Aunties, that’s what mama says.
She can’t remember detail, her screams that made her mother pale. She does remember blood OH! it was everywhere. She remembers the cobwebs on the ceiling at which she had to stare.
The pain is still so awful she can’t get out of bed. So much blood but none of it is as bad as the thoughts within her head. So tired and in need of sleep but the pain is so intense that she cannot find rest. The pain does not relent.
They told her she was clean now , and fit to be a bride. They said she was a woman and she should be filled with pride.
Poor Grace could feel no pride, all she felt was pain from the stitches and the feeling that she would die if they touched her again. She feared growing up and having to marry a man they told her they’d have to cut the stitches then. She could not bear that thought..I do not think anyone can.
This poem is about female circumcision or female genital mutilation( FGM ) as it is commonly known. I could not write this poem last week but I did post a link to information on this abuse. But I felt I must be strong as I must bring this abuse of young girls to your attention. So there it is a poem for Child Abuse Awareness Month.
Its Sunday again 😮and time for Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday April 24, 2022 – Di of pensitivity101 has suggested Anxiety, Delight, Emotions, Pain, Pride, Relief !
First up I chose Somebody that I used to know by Goyte. I really love this song I believe it embodies all the emotions that Di mentions in her prompt except herhaps delight! We have all had times were we have stayed in a relationship too long just existing, only to be relieved by the other person saying let’s end it and stay friends. Then they cut you off completely and that really hurts however much you pretend it doesn’t because it tamples over your pride and emotions.
“Somebody That I Used to Know” is a song by Belgian-Australian singer-songwriter Gotye, featuring New Zealand singer Kimbra. The song was released in Australia and New Zealand by Eleven Music on 5 July 2011 as the second single from Gotye’s third studio album, Making Mirrors (2011). It was later released by Universal Music in December 2011 in the United Kingdom, and 20 January 2012 in the United States and Ireland. “Somebody That I Used to Know” was written and recorded by Gotye at his parents’ house on the Mornington Peninsula in Victoria, Australia, and is lyrically related to the experiences he has had with relationships.
Commercially, “Somebody That I Used to Know” was a global success and became both artists’ signature song. It reached atop of the charts in the US, UK, Australia and New Zealand, as well as 25 other official charts, and reached the top 10 in more than 30 countries around the world. It was the most commercially successful song of 2011 in Flanders (Belgium), the most successful song of 2012 in Wallonia (Belgium), Canada, Israel, the UK, and the US, and the most successful song of the 2010s decade by an Australian artist in Australia. It is certified Multiplatinum in ten countries, including Diamond in Australia. The song has sold more than 13 million copies worldwide, becoming one of the best-selling digital singles of all time. In addition to the Hot 100, it was also placed at the top of Billboard‘s year-end Adult Pop Songs and Alternative Songs charts and many other charts around the world. More information here.
Now and then I think of when we were together Like when you said you felt so happy you could die Told myself that you were right for me But felt so lonely in your company But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness Like resignation to the end Always the end So when we found that we could not make sense Well you said that we would still be friends But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didn’t have to cut me off Make out like it never happened And that we were nothing And I don’t even need your love But you treat me like a stranger And that feels so rough You didn’t have to stoop so low Have your friends collect your records And then change your number I guess that I don’t need that though Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over But had me believing it was always something that I’d done And I don’t wanna live that way Reading into every word you say You said that you could let it go And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know…
But you didn’t have to cut me off Make out like it never happened And that we were nothing And I don’t even need your love But you treat me like a stranger And that feels so rough You didn’t have to stoop so low Have your friends collect your records And then change your number I guess that I don’t need that though Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Somebody I used to know Somebody Now you’re just somebody that I used to know Somebody I used to know Somebody Now you’re just somebody that I used to know I used to know That I used to know I used to know Somebody…
Again all the emotions are here. When one word that terrible argument in the early hours that escalates to violence , anger, fear everything except delight again.
Its Immie, my favourite with The Moment I said it.
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Now I must find some delight. Well I have chosen Avenue Beat with Delight for no other reason than I like it and it fits the bill and after the first two songs we need something cheery 💜💜
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Avenue Beat was an American girl group from Quincy, Illinois, composed of members Sami Bearden, Savana Santos and Sam Backoff. Backoff and Santos were friends growing up and met Bearden at a theater camp in high school. The trio then began traveling back and forth to Nashville where they became based. The group got signed to The Valory Music Co. and Tape Room Records. In September 2021, Sami Bearden parted ways with the band after deciding she no longer wanted to pursue a music career. On October 15, 2021, Avenue Beat disbanded following the release of their first and final album, The Debut Farewell Album, with Santos and Backoff citing that they wanted to support their friend and did not want to continue the band without Bearden.
Delight”
Do you know how much it took for me? To tell you that I think you’re fine as hell And do you wanna grab a bite to eat? I got this coupon to taco bell You say you can’t right now and when I ask you why You finally let it out, you say I’m not your type
But I’m a freakin’ delight I’m a freakin’ delight I got more bite than a California Zoo And if you ask my momma she gonna tell you the truth That I’m a freakin’ delight I’m a freakin’ delight I got more pop than a shook up mountain dew If that’s not what you like There must be something wrong with you Cuz I’m a freakin’ delight I’m a freakin’ delight I’m a freakin’ delight
I see my family every holiday That’s when they love to wreck my self-esteem Ask me why I never bring a date I think the first verse covered everything Say I need a real job I tell them all, please I get to sing my songs and everybody thinks
I’m a freakin’ delight I’m a freakin’ delight I got more bite than a California Zoo And if you ask my momma she gonna tell you the truth That I’m a freakin’ delight I’m a freakin’ delight I got more pop than a shook up mountain dew If that’s not what you like There must be something wrong with you Cuz I’m a freakin’ delight I’m a freakin’ delight
Got the high score on Pacman at the arcade I can still get a sunburn sitting in the shade I’m pretty much the best at acting out charades If anybody asks me, I’m gonna say
I’m a freakin’ delight I’m a freakin’ delight I got more bite than a California Zoo And if you ask my momma she gonna tell you the truth That I’m a freakin’ delight I’m a freakin’ delight I got more pop than a shook up mountain dew If that’s not what you like There must be Something wrong with you Cuz I’m a freakin’ delight I’m a freakin’ delight I’m a freakin’ delight.
Today ten years after I originally wrote this poem, the reluctant poet read my poem The warrior within. I originally wrote this poem in 2012 when I was on the road to recovery after breaking my back for the second time! I visited that post and I have rewritten it here. Thanks to the reluctant poet for reminding me of those hard day’s.
THE WARRIOR WITHIN.
I shall not run I shall not hide,
I’ll face the void with eyes open wide.
I shall call up my warrior from within
And hone my sword, the battle to begin.
If I must make sense of what is my worth.
I shall do it now and justify my birth..
Each time the void comes for me
I make the mistake of trying to flee.
Why do this time after time, the path is futile
I end up broken, spent and feeling vile.
I shall not flinch this time. I will win
I will answer for every sin.
I see the void approaching swirling round,
My lies and fears creep towards me on the ground.
I start to shake terror grips my insides,
I call up my inner warrior from whence she hides.
With flaming hair of my youth and body strong and straight
She takes on the terrors sending them to hell’s gate.
From deep inside I find the strength , that others knew I owned,
Sword in hand my bravery returns , refined and truly honed.
I see you disillusion, I see you hopelessness, I see you despair.
I face you now as a warrier you need to take care.
Welcome to my “Heartland Echoes,” where I aim to share my poems with the world, along with my survival story and autobiography of childhood abuse, motivational quotes, and much more. Through my words, I hope to inspire others to share their own stories and experiences. Each poem is a piece of my heart and soul, along with a story of a traumatic past, crafted with inspiration, Hope, faith, love and passion. I believe that by sharing our art and emotions, I’ll be able to connect with others on a deeper level and create a sense of community.
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