Sunday, August 31, 2014

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
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

Friday, August 15, 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

or call the police for help.

Monday, August 11, 2014

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

or call the police for help.