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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

DAY 19 - NAPOWRIMO 2011

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From a suggestion by Dominic Berry of Animal Writes
First line: His greatest fear was…
And include some or all of these words: green, salt, clouds, shatter, sticky, ostrich, nails, oil, baking, peel,


IT’S JUST NOT CRICKET

His greatest fear was the other side
Where the green, green grass is always greener
And there just ain’t a man between you worth his salt
Their heads are in the clouds, the other team’s are
Don’t wanna shatter anyone’s illusions
But you might just reach the same conclusion
That you’re always on a sticky wicket
When your cricket team’s heads are buried in the sand
Just like the proverbial ostrich
But why so nervous?
No nails, he’s chewed his fingers to the bone
‘cos their captain’s done a runner with his wife
No-one home to linseed oil his cricket bat
Do the baking, peel the spuds
What was responsible for that?
His greatest fear was

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17 comments:

  1. brenda wApril 19, 2011 at 8:50 AM

    There's so much about this I like, Stan. You have a way of bringing the common vernacular into play that rocks your poems. Stops here are never dull, and you always make me think, and go back and double check something. haha! thanks
    ~Brenda

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  2. Stan SkiApril 19, 2011 at 2:00 PM

    Thanks Brenda; I like to use the language the way I speak it.

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  3. Andy SewinaApril 19, 2011 at 3:19 PM

    Love the lines 'Don't wanna shatter anyone's illusions / But you might just reach the same conclusion'

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  4. Stan SkiApril 19, 2011 at 3:36 PM

    Thanks Andy; Their inclusion prevents any confusion or delusion... :)

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  5. vivinfranceApril 19, 2011 at 4:41 PM

    Stan, this is a little masterpiece. Yes, carry on writing how you speak. This poem reminds me of "The Whitest Man I Ever Knew" which I have on file somewhere, or of Frank Crummet's (you're too young to remember) And then...he took up...Golf.

    And the word thingy to post this was: Wordle!

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  6. AnonymousApril 19, 2011 at 5:05 PM

    Love that he got what he deserved.

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  7. Dave KingApril 19, 2011 at 5:10 PM

    This is another real little gem. Well done!

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  8. Stan SkiApril 19, 2011 at 5:11 PM

    Thanks Viv; Wordle gets around...!

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  9. Stan SkiApril 19, 2011 at 5:17 PM

    Thanksto:
    I'mnotaverse; Some people live their pastimes while everything else suffers...
    Dave; Fun to write this one.

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  10. flaubertApril 19, 2011 at 10:31 PM

    Stan, your use of language comes through well in this poem. Not a wasted word in this concise piece, but I have one question, what is a "sticky wicket", being a Yank, I am not familiar with that term:)

    Pamela

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  11. ElizabethApril 19, 2011 at 10:33 PM

    You may use common language, but will forever bring it to an uncommon conclusion. Really like the poem, the wordle words, and how fear sometimes directs us more strongly than we can imagine,

    Elizabeth

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  12. Laurie KolpApril 20, 2011 at 12:06 AM

    Great piece... I really like the first two lines!

    ~laurie

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  13. Stan SkiApril 20, 2011 at 12:34 AM

    Thanks to:
    Pamela; A sticky wicket is a well dodgy customer... innit? ;)
    Elizabeth; Uncommon conclusions are the way it usually happens in real life...
    Laurie; Someone else always has it better...!

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  14. AnonymousApril 20, 2011 at 6:23 AM

    I love the use of the prompt words--well done! As I read the words out of context first, I thought "how's he going to pull 'em all together"...and you didn't disappoint!

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  15. MaryApril 20, 2011 at 6:59 AM

    Another gem!

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  16. GloriaApril 20, 2011 at 8:01 AM

    I don't know where you get these wordle words, but you certainly do get some great results with them.

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  17. Stan SkiApril 20, 2011 at 1:42 PM

    Thanks to:
    Whenwordsescape; The last two - baking and peel - wre hard for me - but once I'd got my story straight...
    Mary; Not cricket...? It had to be, really...
    Gloria; I have my sources... :)

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