Pixievic

Pixievic Feb 2016

Warriors

Deeds not words!
They cried in their protest
Marching on Parliament
Intent on their quest
To the corrupt politicians
Who recorded their struggle
But denied them the vote
And left them to juggle
Their lives that equaled
Less than their brothers
Where they had no rights
Not even as mothers
As wives they were thwarted
Their wages their spouses
They worked long hard hours
And still kept their houses
Tea on the table
Washing hung out
The children looked after
To their husbands - devout
They stood up for their choices
The injustice they faced
Were imprisoned & tortured
And fired in disgrace
Children were taken
Away from their mothers
Who were labelled as mad
Their opinions were smothered
Yet still they continued
To rally & fight
Secure in the knowledge
That they deserved rights
That equaled the men
That ruled their world
So they took up arms
And fists were curled
When one was killed
That brave young girl
Who in front of a horse
Her body she hurled
Votes for Women
Her banner announced
So simple & honest
The message pronounced
To hundreds of people
Who just stood & stared
As her breath left her body
The women prepared
To fight their fight
Be true to their cause
Take down the men
And change the laws
So thank you to those
Brave women of old
Who did what they did
Without being told
We now have the right
As women, to fight
Without risk to our freedom
And stand up for our rights!!

(C) Pixievic 2016

My Great Grandmother was a Suffragette - they were an amazing group of women in Britain who campaigned for women's rights. Deeds not Words was their battle cry! The movement started properly in 1901 but it wasn't until 1928 until women were given the vote properly (1918 saw a law that meant women could vote if they were over 30 & married) in 1925 the law was changed so that women had rights to their own children. In 1914 Emily Davison threw herself under the Kings horse in protest & was killed - this marked a change from peaceful protest to a more militant action. Women were imprisoned & tortured for their beliefs regularly force fed when peacefully protesting through hunger strikes. My GGM was part of this movement - it's her birthday today so I wanted to acknowledge what she & her fellow campaigners did - Here ends my brief history lesson!!

#fight #women #rights #torture #suffragette #votes

Pixievic Feb 2016

Just in Time

My
Words
Spoke
To your
Heart
          You said
I had a
Beautiful
Mind

I was
Flattered
I set down
My shield
Thought you
To be
Kind

You offered
          A drink
              A kiss
                  More......

Only then
After several
Hours of
Conversation
Did you tell me

In case it
'Made a difference'

That
Actually
You
Were
Taken

(C) Pixievic 2016

It did & always will make a difference - if you're not single then don't pretend you are!!

Pixievic Feb 2016

No Disguise

My face - it is natural
With a map of lines
Of life well lived
With plenty of wine
My body gave birth
To a gorgeous boy
It is soft & forgiving
There to enjoy
My ***** a pillow
To rest a head
(They get lost in my armpits
when I lie down in bed!)

I'd rather wear wellies
And dance in the rain
Than crippling heels
That cause nothing but pain
With the war paint of singles
Applied to my face
Concealing my feelings
My beauty misplaced
This is not me
These trappings of youth
A sheep in lambs clothing
It's just so uncouth

I am me
I am real
I will not pretend
Nor will I conceal
All of these things
That make up the girl
Who still kicks up her heels
And twists & twirls
Whose mind is a buzz
With words & rhymes
So I shall wait for a lover
Who's worthy of mine

I'm in my 40s & when I found myself single again a disturbingly large number of women told me I shouldn't go out without make up on & should always 'dress to impress' even if I was just doing the school run or going to the supermarket! This is my response to that!!

#beauty #natural

Feb 2016

Julie Langlais

Rejection

My need to belong
To finally trust
With my dark secrets
I'm Assured

My armor starts peeling
Layer by layer
Thick armored skin
Weeks into months
Time passes by
She cradles my soul
Metal ashes fall
Still protection remains
To her dissatisfaction
She carefully skins
My final coat
Reluctantly
I concede to her
A first in my lifetime

My naive vulnerability
Fully EXPOSED
I finally silence
My overwhelming past
She can't see me purely
Simply glimpses
Of my essence
TOXIC I am not
She must be delirious

Appearing to wrap
Her loving arms around
With her hollowed pillows
And paper blankets
Blind-folded as I allow her in
Not seeing her game
She covers me up
In a plastic bag
I open my eyes
Little too late

She confiscates my armour
Keeps it for herself
She squeezes and suffocates
Leaving me in
REJECTION

Out by the street
Stuck inside this sack
Months go by,
Isolated and CONFUSED

Until I smell her approach
She opens the bag
With pensive eyes
She puts her hand out
I reach up
Immediately freezes
In a blank stare
Her hand lets go

In crushing shame
Seals me up
Using CRAZY glue
I can't escape
LEAVING ME
On the side of the curb
Wondering what I did wrong

I can't help but notice
Down this street
I'm not the only debris
She threw away
Useless NONEXSISTENT
To her we still remain

© Jl 2015

This is for the friend who managed to get into my soul, to simply destroy the glued pieces holding it together.
I wish I could send this to her, but I simply won't :(

#trust #pain #rejection #confusion #garbage

Pixievic Feb 2016

Translations

I wear pants under my trousers
A vest under my shirt
Put on trainers to go running
Use a plaster when it hurts

I walk along the pavement
Put my ******* out in bins
Dunk a biscuit in my coffee
Pick up my mobile when it rings

I wash myself with flannels
Go out for a bit of nosh
And if you're spouting nonsense
I'll say you're talking loads of tosh

When I'm knackered I need sleep
I pay the bill after a meal
And if someone's in recovery
It just means they need to heal

I use a rubber for corrections
And when life becomes a drag
I pour a glass of vino
And roll myself a ***

Is weird this common language
I'm still learning the translation
And I thank you for your patience
While I change the situation

To learn the proper lingo
Is now my only quest
So bare with the girl from Blighty
As she tries to do her best!

(C) Pixievic 2016

So the English language differs in such a way it appears I have confused people!! My apologies my Colonial friends!! And for those of you who don't know a *** is a cigarette!!!

#language

Pixievic Feb 2016

A Whisper from the Moon

Resounding across oceans
Hovering amongst clouds
Like a whisper from the moon
I heard your words
And I thank you
From the
Deepness of
My
Existence*

(C) Pixievic 2016

A heartfelt thank you to those who I know love me for being me ❤️

#moon #hope #whisper