No Bloody Big Deal?

This poem is just my opinion as a disgruntled TFC fan. 

From YouTube the announcement 

No Bloody Big Deal?

Strumming our pain

With lots of firings

No coach, no underlings

Gone with the stoke of a pen

Ryan Nelson has departed 

Dafoe will leave?

Bradley next?
We wait and see

What bloody big deal?

The Brits aren't spitting out their tea

They're saying told you so

Didn't I say it wouldn’t last?

They turn to their mate 
And demand 

You owe me a fiver
After all

What do Canucks know?

About football?

It seems all we're good for
 is filling the seats
So we cheer who cares?
Not the MLSE 
Just pay your money and go
They don't want your opinion
They'll do as we please
After all it's about the bottom line

Toronto fans crying in their beer
Wondering

Where is the bloody big deal?

 We all were sold?

Why do they always

Take loyalty for granted

Why betray the fans?

We’re hoping for playoffs

Instead we get sackings

Tears and emotional pain

Is there a chance now?
The battle cry

Because the playoffs are 

The bloody big deal

For unwavering loyalty

Toronto FC fans

Portray, all season
Bleeding red 

Till the last game

We'll cheer them on
And feel the pain
As the season ends

©Sheilagh Lee  August 31, 2014

The Comedian

The Comedian

“Shut up, that’s not true.”

We yell and we scream

Reading the news

The man who entertained us

Gone in the blink of an eye

He made us laugh and cry

A part of our lives

Streaming in movies, shows

In our living rooms

Could not be dead

We cry tears we yell

And we grow angry

All the stages of grief

We feel like he is family

This funny man

Yet the comedian

Cried tears of a clown

And we heard him not

No one could touch the darkness

That yelled deep within him

 I’m not good enough

No one cares about me

The voice cried

Let me die

Let me die

The companion, that awful cloud

That hovers amongst us

Unknown and unwanted

It burrowed and took the life

From a good person

Who couldn’t resist its sirens’ call

We wish he could have reach out

And see the adoration now shown for him

See the difference he made

We wish we could turn back time

And reach out to him

Show him friendship and devotion

Show him that he was loved.

Too little, too late

Don’t let this be the cry

Make a difference

In his name.

©Sheilagh Lee  August 14, 2014 for thursday threads

RIP Robin Williams 

If you are suffering and feel like committing suicide please contact one of the agencies in this post http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_suicide_crisis_lines

or call the police for help.

Three Word Wednesday- The tears of a clown

The tears of a clown

Hidden from view
Smiles in place

Humour its bane

In silence, he holds the pain

Bursting at the seams

Alcohol he drinks

Drugs he takes to ease his pain

He gets help, gets clean.
He makes movies, to amuse
Mercenary he is not

He tells jokes 

Everyone loves him

But deep down inside
The pain is not eradicated

A voice says he doesn’t matter

No one can reach him

The pain is all he feels

He spirals to that dark place

No one can find

He drinks to dull the pain
Feels he can't be squeamish
After the cuts
Are too dull
The decision his
And his darkness' alone

He kills himself
Hanging in the wind

The masses learn the news

They cry out in pain and grief

What no, it cannot be

Then share how much

He was loved

Too little, too late
He cannot feel the love

Only his family comforted

From the outpouring of love.

©Sheilagh Lee  August 11, 2014

RIP Robin Williams 

If you are suffering and feel like committing suicide please contact one of the agencies in this post http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_suicide_crisis_lines

or call the police for help.