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Sunday, July 20, 2014

WORDLE #170


HEARSAY

As tension hangs heavy
words jump from lips to ears
from ears to lips, a hum
storming through the darkness
of a magic forest
where a creature can thrive
while passions swarm without

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Wordle #169

For Sunday Whirl

SUFFERAGE
In a room where lies are manufactured
Their honors present their lackluster Bills
Deceiving millions in the process
A little bit cheeky if you ask me
As you can see I'm on nobody's side
But I've gone and shot my mouth off again
What could eclipse this piece of bravado?
I'll go take a hike and cut my own throat...

Sunday, June 29, 2014

WORDLE #167













CHOICE CUTS


As a player you should know
(at least for the present time)
the subtle approach is key

Scratch the surface to reveal
each boy's level of deceit

Mischievous glint in their eyes?
Not a single grain of truth?
Just a phase their going through?

Don't attach yourself to them! 

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Wordle #166










For Sunday Whirl



DESPICABLE

Praying for a loaded gun,
the Tarot cards promises
levitate alluringly,
kiss me, seduce me... plague me;
dark thoughts dancing in my face
flowing like rivers of blood.
...Finally the penny drops

Dreadful creature, am I not...?

Sunday, May 25, 2014

WORDLE #162









TRUE GRIT


Our Survey Suggests:

North of Watford
they're stuck in their ways

Love a flutter
at a race meeting

Homing pigeons
report home each night

Bubble and squeak
for a special treat

Let's face it mate
they need to laugh more

Or at least smile

Sunday, May 11, 2014

WORDLE #160








BED BUGS


Settle down now and listen...

The sound of shattering glass...?
An axe falling on bad dreams

That clumsy rub of your eyes
causes nightmares to vanish
sends them high into the sky
to a land that has no name

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Sunday Whirl #159

                                                          PILOT


For Sunday Whirl
Arise! Wings will set you free!
See the truth; seize the moment...!

Sent to heal a broken heart
Darting onwards, dead ahead
Blackbird soars into the night
Light and life in knowing eyes.

Saturday, May 3, 2014

88

At one bus shelter
I thought it was all over
Fat lady singing…


88


It may have just been the start of it though, because… talking about bus shelters, and fat ladies… … six months earlier, at a completely different bus shelter, I bumped into Fat Kate, and her equally fat flatmate. They were stood in wait for… yes, you guessed it… the number 88… Two fat ladies on their way to the Slimming Club.

Now, I always got on well with Fat Kate, and it’s true to say, Fat Kate always had a bit of a soft spot for me… Oh yeah, it was 48” in circumference…! But over recent weeks, I’ve been getting used to seeing, quite literally, less and less of now only ‘Slightly Overweight’ Kate and her ‘Less Fat’ flatmate, as the pounds have been flying off!  And… in an odd kind of a way, the smaller Kate gets, the more she grows on me!

FFWD to the present date…

…And I’ve been seeing Kate for eight weeks straight… Now it’s ‘Kiss me Kate’ and I’m feeling great! Tonight though, ‘my’ Kate, and her, now aptly described, Flat mate have got a date… with their gym instructor… But hold on, wait, the number 88 doesn’t stop at the gymnasium’s gate, but Kate and her mate won’t be late, if they hop on board the number… 11, appropriately enough… (Two slim ladies)!


Thursday, May 1, 2014

MACC AND CHEESE


MACC AND CHEESE


It was very quiet in the village, the day I decided to take the local Bus Company’s ‘Official Guided Tour of Local Places of Interest’… So quiet in fact, that I was the only person who’d actually forked out the rather curious sum of £4.27 incl. VAT, for the tour (20% of that comes to the equally curious sum of £3.41…!). However, the matter was cleared up, after a fashion, by the ‘Ticket Issuing Officer’, who stated …“We tried to increase profits, by announcing a ‘zero tolerance - correct fare only’ policy, in the hope that we’d be able to keep the change from all the banknotes handed over… only it kind of backfired on us… everyone started coming with the correct change… That’s why I’m giving you your change in 5,2 and 1 pence coins… Sorry pal”

As if by magic, Dorothy McGuire, the ‘Official Tour Guide’, turned up just as he finished speaking.

“Walk this way,” she smiled.

A million responses to that prompt flashed through my head, but I resisted the temptation… You know how comedy is all about timing…? Well, it was five past eleven, and Dorothy had a tour to conduct…

She led me out of the bus station, across the main road, and down a side street, where stood an ancient, unused and derelict, concrete bus shelter, which, Dorothy kindly explained, stood as a kind of monument to the original bus terminus, dating back to before the ‘modern’ bus station was built… in 1974

“There was only one bus, back in those days… if you don’t count the Town Festival Special… which only ran whenever the event took place… every 29th of February… You didn’t want to miss that one home!” Dorothy was a mine of information. “The regular bus was the number 74… and guess where it used to go to…? I’ll tell you… All the way to… Macclesfield! She said the word ‘Macclesfield’ as though it were some far distant, exotic country. Then she explained… “I love Macclesfield… just love the place… Never been there… but I simply love it… I love the sound of the word, and the feeling I get whenever I say it… It makes me feel so … good… all over…!” She winked.

“That’s, er… interesting…” was all I could manage…

“You know…” she continued “I’ve decided… definitely… I’m going to start lying about where I come from… just so I can say… Macclesfield… and feel good… all over…! I’ll be in the pub tonight, and I’ll deliberately get up to leave… early… about nine thirty… ‘Where are you off Dorothy?’ my friends’ll ask, and I’ll say… ‘Oh, I have to make sure I don’t miss the last bus home…’ – ‘Why? Have you moved?’ … they’ll ask, and I’ll say… ‘Yes, I’ve moved to Macclesfield’ …It’ll make me feel so good… all over… Macclesfield, mmmMacclesfield… It just sounds so nice and familiar… Like a favourite uncle… ‘Macc.’… that’s short for Macclesfield, you know… Sounds just like an old friend, doesn’t it…? Just like an old…”

“Raincoat…?” I suggested.

Well, if looks could kill… Dorothy would be facing a genocide charge right now.

“I’ll have you know…” she scowled… “…a lot, and I mean a lot, of good things have come out of ‘Macc.’ …There’s the, er… you know, the erm… …Macc Lads…! …for instance… You see… And what a considerately named pop combo they are! No confusion what-so-ever about where they’re from… is there? I mean… You wouldn’t say… ‘Oh, I saw the Macc Lads in concert on Saturday’ …just for someone to chip in with… ‘Oooh! I like them… they’re from Crewe aren’t they?’…and for you to hit back with… ‘No… I’m sure it’s Sandbach…’ …I mean, you just wouldn’t ever have to have that conversation… would you”

“No,” I admitted, ‘…that is a relief… But isn’t it true that in, er… ‘Macc.’ They don’t call them ‘The Macc Lads’…? …just ‘The Lads’…?”

“There you go again, with your sarcasm… but you must admit that any town that has a band called ‘The Macc Lads’ has to be… alright… mustn’t you? I mean… Any town that has a band called ‘The Macc Lads’ has got to be…”

“Macclesfield…?” I guessed… correctly.

Dorothy the Tour Guide tutted at me and started walking away from the bus shelter.

“But why Macclesfield?” I asked. “We’re only a couple of miles outside of Manchester… a modern, vibrant city, with so much history and culture… Then there’s the night-life, the music scene, football… City and United… and some rugby teams… possibly… … What’s the big attraction to Macclesfield?”

Dorothy sighed… as if it was blatantly obvious.

“You can see I’m a lady… can’t you?”

“Yes, but…”

“But nothing… It’s quite simple really… Why choose Cotton… when you can have Silk…?”


Wednesday, April 30, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 30


QUICK QUICK SLOW


While running backwards into danger with a stranger by my side I tried to hide behind a ranger who was several metres wide I'd slide my feet to guide me sweet from platforms seven eight nine ten but I should worry that my hurry wouldn't summon up the strength at length I’m calling falling forward during rush-hour on the tube a cubic yard from guard to exit though it’s hard to judge perspective next it’s up the escalator with a traitor from Jamaica our creator Mother Nature and a Japanese translator...
-Meanwhile- 
A thousand lifetimes later in a distant galaxy with scratch-resistant gallantry I’m courting fourteen different girls with curls and ringlets braids and tassels scarlet ribbons in their hair I swear I've died and gone to heaven I've got seven brides on one arm seven sisters on the other lists of lovers everywhere it’s there the bubble bursts I curse my luck and gaze up into outer space the race is on I’m sprinting faster hinting I'll avert disaster cast a glance from left to right I’m asking can I sight solutions or infusions weak dilutions of insipid executions of a concept in my mind…

 
…but it’s...
                       one step...
                                             at a time…
                                                                   and I’m back…

                                                                                                on Euston station…
                                                                                                                                        
...hesitation… 
realisation...
                          as the train… ...
                                                          draws… … ...
                                                                                   to… … … ...
                                                                                                        a… … … … ...
                                                                                                                                halt… … … ... … …!


                                                                                                                                                                 




                                                                                                                                                                                              

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

NAPoWriMo 2014 - Day 29


DISCOTASTIC


In his attempt to prevent a fiasco
Francisco pre-empted the mood of the crowd
Aloud he invited the young and excited
To move to the rhythms and groove to the sounds
Of the latest, the greatest, the shakers, hit-makers
The singers, the swingers, the boppers, chart-toppers
And all those musicians whose mission is plain
Francisco the Disco king… Long may you reign…!

Monday, April 28, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 28


BEFORE AFTER BEFORE


The night before the morning after the laughter
The tears; so cool, so hot
It was, was not the best, the worst
The first, the last, the biggest, smallest
All this and more…
I swear to god it’s normal
Odd, but even before
The morning after the night
The sights, the sounds around the square
Where down blind alleys you must see
Just we… Trust me, we’re one too… Free…!
Until, or unless it’s more or less
The morning after the night before

Sunday, April 27, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 27

Wordle words from Sunday Whirl: Leave, Cheat, Chew, Branch, Channel, Beastly, Few, Cancer, Release, Speak, Become, Beading.

FAKES


You’re a cheat
You’re a chancer
Like cancer you spread
What was said
What was heard
Every word that they speak
As you seek to become
Like someone who is one
Of the new chosen few
On the panel
Those who channel
Their excess energy
Into their enemy
In order to release
Their beastly intensity
Taking their leave
To receive their reward
They’ve crawled
To a higher branch on the tree
To chew on the fat-free free fat
With those who see that
It was all so misleading
From their fake foreign accents
Right down to the beading
On their corporate fake walnut desks

Saturday, April 26, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 26


Today’s prompt is:
Choose a track from your Playlist – Re-write it in your own words.
Change the title, but keep the refrain close enough to the original
version for the source of your re-write to be recognisable…
Don’t forget to credit the original source…

I chose “Rebirth of Slick” by Digable Planets:



COOL LIKE THAT



“Can’t sleep at night ‘cos the temperature’s rising
I’m realising you’re losing your cool
Foolish to think you can combat the forces
Got the resource; it’s
Horses for courses
I’ll wind you up when the heat is on
You’ll pay the price when the day is done
Naughty or nice, I’m cool as ice is
Virtues or vices
Calm in a crisis
That’s where I’m better
It’s the letter of the law
Can you abide with that?
Reside with that?
Get by with that?
Survive with that?
I’ll thrive on that
Bet your life on that…
You cool with that?”

“Yeah, cool…”

Friday, April 25, 2014

NAPoWriMo 2014 - Day 25


SMARTPHONE


Waiting for technology to catch me up
Upgrade to a telephone that doesn’t ring
Sing to me in user-specified ringtone
“Phone network; no coverage, all contacts lost"

Cost of plan includes the Web, Text Messages
Message this – I take you everywhere I go
Show me some respect and share your thoughts with me
Free spirit that you are; I’m attached to you

Do the decent thing ‘smart’ phone; communicate
State your points of view, your likes, dislikes and such
Much as we would do together socially
So silly of me to think that you’re my friend

End this now; it’s not really worth discussing
Sussing you out was well worth all the waiting