Shameless …the show (troibun)

Watching the series Shameless (not the original British version but the American) is like riding an emotional roller coaster. You feel pity, anger, sadness, surprise, joy and mostly there are times you face your own demons. Whatever those challenges you have gone through, be it being manipulated by narcissists or charming addictive personalities…the list is long and each viewer may be experiencing something different. However, outrageous as it may be it is raw and real. Dealing with poverty, questioning sexual orientation, puberty, first love and so much more, viewers will not be bored. There will be times you will hate the father, Frank and yet what would the show be without him. He is conniving and a bit too smart which adds to his manipulative nature.

using and dealing
living life
unknown tomorrows

using and dealing
drugs, alcohol and money
comes and goes

living life
recovering from battle
one day at a time

unknown tomorrows
only rewards
lost memories

Watching Season 7, Episode 11 brings stabs at my heart rekindling that feeling Fiona has, as she leaves a special person in assisted living.

reading her face
lines of confusion
I’m wretched with guilt

reading her face
looking at me one last time
taking her last breath

No matter which season or episode you watch, you learn something as long as viewers get off their high horse or get their stick out of their ‘bleep’.

(c) Tournesol 18/10/05

What do you do when you are finished the series?  Watch the original British version of Shameless on Netflix of course if you have not already.

who will remove all the weeds? (Troibun)

(c)Clr’18

She sits in her armchair, her feline friend loyally by her side on her comfy bench. A time to think of life past and present not knowing what the future will bring. One lives a life filled with hope as a child, moments of despair as a teen filled with hope and fairy tales, somewhat like a garden. And then becomes an adult and reality settles in…

Adulthood brings puzzlement and how many seeds to plant and how to remove the weeds. Mistakes and suffering only bring more valuable life lessons.

Middle age seeks passion and discernment, finding a bigger terrain that will house the most thriving and nourishing garden. If one is fortunate, they will be rewarded with their dream garden filling all their needs especially that of compassion in helping new seedlings to flourish into beautiful flora despite broken stems or torn leaves.

Such a rich terrain makes room for a harvest filled with her first love since she was a child, to continue nurturing and healing the wounded and broken petals. Discovering such grounds has become her reward and blessing… the end of that road leading to her own fairy tale.

Another phase in the life cycle…one no longer calls the 60’s old age because women and men are usually more active and needed in appreciated in society especially for their hard-earned wisdom. They work well into their 80’s and so she is pleased to continue, still breathing the passion for such toils.

Time passes and she struggles to find the time and energy to tend to young seedlings and perennials overcome with intruders. Such nuisances we call weeds are the consequences of new tillage governed by those who do not understand the true meaning of tending to the heart of a garden, taking time to weed out the bad with care, gently and not intrusive.

Alas, this seasoned gardener is overcome with such changes and unhealthy rules; she strives to tend as best she can…loving every seedling and plant in her tillage that has become her life’s passion. She continues to feel a weight of conflicting rules, she also feels defeated at times and knows not how long her garden will continue to flourish. For now, she perseveres and follows her heart despite the bloody weeds and interference, but for how long before the flowers are overwhelmed by weeds?

tilling the soil
overcome with weeds
twilight enters

tilling the soil
remembering better times
room to grow

overcome with weeds
on her knees praying
for a miracle

twilight enters
clouds hiding harvest moon
seedlings cry in wait

© Tournesol’18/09/20

Daily Moments – Who will remove all the weeds? – Troibun Sept 20/18

the Queen of Soul (troiku) Daily moments August 15/18

vinyl whirling
echoes of Aretha
comin home

vinyl whirling
Motown of the sixties
melting the heart

echoes of Aretha
like honey to bees
sweetening the soul

coming home
under her spell,
links to my youth

© Touronesol ‘18/08/16

 

“I Say A Little Prayer”

The moment I wake up
Before I put on my makeup
I say a little prayer for you
While combing my hair now
And wondering what dress to wear now
I say a little prayer for youForever and ever, you’ll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever and ever, we never will part
Oh, how I love you
Together, forever, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me

I run for the bus, dear
While riding I think of us, dear
I say a little prayer for you
At work I just take time
And all through my coffee break time
I say a little prayer for you

Forever and ever, you’ll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever and ever we never will part
Oh, how I’ll love you
Together, forever, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me

I say a little prayer for you
I say a little prayer for you

My darling, believe me
(Believe me)
For me there is no one but you
Please love me too
(Answer my prayer)
And I’m in love with you
(Answer my prayer)
Answer my prayer now, babe
(Answer my prayer)

Forever and ever, you’ll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever and ever we never will part
Oh, how I’ll love you
Together, forever, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me

Writer(s): BACHARACH BURT F, DAVID HAL

Daily Moments  August 12 2019  Melancholy soulmate Troibun

(c)Clr’18

The sun poked through the drapes of her bedroom but she refused to accept daylight, turning over and allowing the darkness of her duvet to shield her from the living.

She had started a paranormal romance the day before and her dreams were mixed with romance and family stories. It was very confusing as her life intermingled with the novel and frankly, kept her quite busy all night. The darkness is what clung to her mostly and comforted her at the same time.

Finally, she got up and fed her hungry feline friend, made a pot of coffee and sat down to finish the novel. It was a nice escape from her life and her melancholy, her soulmate for many years.

When the sun slipped below the horizon, she shivered slightly and just stared out the window… numb. The silence seemed to sooth her.

(A Troiku)

wrapped in darkness
tending to her solitude
soft grey grimness

wrapped in darkness
finally
seeing light

tending to her solitude
enveloped in safety
quietude

soft grey grimness
like a dear old friend
comforting her

(c) Tournesol ’18/09/12

Daily Moments  August 12 2019  Melancholy soulmate  Troibun

 

Daily moments escaping dreams August 11 2018 (troibun)

 

At four in the morning, she rose with a huge sigh of relief looking around her bedroom. Her thoughts still in her adventuresome dream. She lay back, hoping to find some peace. Tossing and turning her feline friend left her side for a calmer bed.

A piercing alarm startled her awake and she lay quietly trying to collect herself. Was this a dream she had? Someone was trying to kill her and the environment was so chaotic. Suddenly it became a beauty salon with clothes scattered on the floor. All was quite frightening until an old friend she had not seen in a decade walks in nonchalantly. He remains quiet yet the atmosphere felt safer.

dreams
chasing her
slumber’s clutch

dreams
turning
into nightmares

chasing her
running frantically
in thin air

slumber’s clutch
changing screenplays
amid sleep cycles

© Tournesol ‘18/09/11

Daily moments escaping dreams August 11 2018

Plain Jane (troibun) Daily moments Aug.9/18

It was another hot and humid day. Commuters boarded the bus one by one, quiet and as soon as one sat down, they slid open a window next to or above them. Even open, there was no air. One older woman sat at the back and got her oriental fan out. The woman continued fanning until the bus crossed the bridge and a slight breeze came off the river.

Another woman who had sat on the side changed seat to sit higher up. Perhaps to be closer to the window and feel a bit of wind. A piece of brown hand paper was sticking out of her nose. It looked like she was trying to control a nosebleed. Her wet shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She had extra big sunglasses on. There was something about her. It looked like she had black eyeliner and it was a really thick line. She looked stoic, not reading or listening to music like many commuters…just staring out the window in front of her.

Just as the bus entered the terminal, the blonde tilted to the left and one could see she had a very black eye and it was not makeup. Getting off the bus, she disappeared in a sea of commuters.

Hidden in a crowd
One in a million faces
Nameless

Hidden in a crowd
Unnoticed
To each his own

One in a million faces
Who can pick out the victims
Suffering in silence

Nameless
Feeling safe playing Plain Jane
No one sees her

©Tournesol ’18-09-08
Daily moments Plain Jane. Troibun

Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille – we are asked to write a Troiku created by Chevrefeuille.`

Daily Moments – August 6/18 sleepless summer nights (troiku) 

(c) Tournesol’18/09/06

Mid-summer night

Only weeping willows sleep

lulled by cicadas

 

Mid-summer night

On stars feel a breeze

Little Prince smiles

 

Only weeping willows sleep

Still, like their tenants

Mother’s resting ground

 

Lulled by cicadas

Nature’s lullaby

Hoot of an owl

 

(c) Tournesol ’18/09/06

Daily Moments – August 6/18 sleepless summer nights (troiku)