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Sunday, December 21, 2014

WORDLE #192

AIR

Couldn't help yourself, could you?
In the panic that ensued
you and a thousand others
who thought they had room to talk
discovered there was no choice
 Couldn't believe our own eyes...
As heat became more like burn
they shed not a drop of sweat
always believing he would
perform a miracle, man
and, boy, did it get them high
when she said the snag was fixed


Sunday, December 7, 2014

WORDLE #190


FORGIVE THEM

When locked in chains that enflame

You point the finger of blame

And it's no strain to sustain
Your deranged haze of hatred

Feign regret through the filet
To the cape clad clergyman

A traipse through your secret cave
In exchange for his silence

Sunday, November 30, 2014

WORDLE #189

For Sunday Whirl:

RETURN



Those bent on self-destruction
tend not to avert their gaze;
ready, willing and able
to face the gathering storm
in all its mighty splendor.
That death rattle awaits them.
Their last breath reaps a cool breeze;
the hardest harvest of all.
Their secular cremation,
Requiem Mass in  plain clothes.
Skin and bones... reduced to dust...
Their remains...? Scattered ashes.


Sunday, November 23, 2014

WORDLE #188



SKELETONS

Resolute; your policy
of honesty spills its guts
across a forgotten stretch
of a neglected landscape
that still bears the stains of guilt
stirred by cloudy memories
of miserable children
awaiting the decision

as death's vortex pirouettes
perhaps just moments away.

It could be all over in
the flutter of an eyelas
h

Sunday, November 16, 2014

WORDLE #187


JUST GOOD

Tempted by her subtle hints...

...since saving her sorry soul
stole his fresh set of morals.


Quarrels and a mix of lies
rise up like a toasty flame;
shame adds to lingering guilt.

Tilt that balance till he yields,
shields down. But sex between friends
tends to leave a bitter taste,
laced with scorn, on his palate.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

WORDLE #186

For Sunday Whirl:

SEPIA

Those night time terrors visit;
induce thoughts of suicide.
Wise old owl perches on the prow
of a crossroads in your life.

Mud slingers build momentum
as their fervor starts to swell.
Birds fly south to fill their mouths
after empires rose and fell.

Now remove that crown of thorns;
lose the thread that leads to pain.
Tungsten light that burns so bright,
casts a crocus stamen stain...

Saturday, November 1, 2014

WORDLE #185

For Sunday Whirl: Standing, Satisfied, Burn, Jaded, Spark, Rain, Way, Sun, Cold, Grey, Sun, Slash.


WHAT DOES IT TAKE?


Standing stones
And shifting sands
Spark that jaded expression

Slash and burn
Divide and conquer
Not entirely satisfied

Oh what joy
The way the sun
Chases cold grey rain away

Sunday, October 26, 2014

WORDLE #184

For Sunday Whirl:

Post-war Boom


Strange how they tend to revolve
(those apocalyptic tomes)
in literary circles

Thirteen unpublished novels
weak insipid frivolous
from preface to epilogue
seek speedy intervention

Suddenly out of the blue
the first promising inklings
(audible to an extent)
that their roots are taking hold
breaking old gnarled attitudes
like poppies after the war

Sunday, October 19, 2014

WORDLE #183

For Sunday Whirl:

WISH YOU WERE HERE...


without a shadow of doubt
truth is stranger than fiction
so steel yourself for a shock...
as a martyr to your cause
your own childhood ambition
to be a holy seer
trapped you held you prisoner
to a secret you thought safe
until you heard the laughter
the scornful crazy mocking
that flawed your precious diamond
that took the shine right off it

Sunday, October 5, 2014

WORDLE #181

DEPENDENTS

A poem with no name

Makes no sense at all to me
As a title is so vital...
If only because
It strips away a string
Of strictly false uncertainties

A speech in broken English
Soiled sheets, confusing signs
All connected, all infected...
And all because
Goblins drink from goblets
Served by gobshites doing lines

Sunday, September 28, 2014

WORDLE #180

NO GOOD DEED

A whole lot of people love
a selfless act of kindness
It gives me no joy at all
Only serves to fan the flames
And polarize opinions

I fear the repercussions

My identity remains
Buried beneath the ashes
Duty dictates discernment
My headstone a pile of sticks
Not a posey floral tribute

Sunday, September 21, 2014

WORDLE #179

For Sunday Whirl:


ANOMALY



Some miner I am; the truth.

Should I live to see old age,
still I'll be searching; seeking..

Fingers and heart both broken;
always keep mine crossed.
Which the expression of hope...?

Neither one will give, present
the prize, the gold; my reward...

For pissing in the ocean...

Sunday, September 14, 2014

WORDLE #178

BEDSIDE MANNER

Anxiety attacks, and tests

the patients of a hospital.
Not possible to know the center
of attention was the meal
they served (with jello for desert)
this afternoon, but pretty soon
the blood consumed will start to fester,
then they'll pester us for more until...

Enough...!

A puff of smoke, a fluff of feathers,
and the magic words are spoken;
"Lie down on the couch, this will not hurt
a bit; it's just a pinprick..."

"Ouch...!"

Monday, September 8, 2014

WORDLE #177

For Sunday Whirl

TRAFFIC

Sun rose early to reveal
spot of bother up ahead.
Meandering motorway
decreed dismal dawn delays.
Poor prospect plants seeds of doubt
before brain locks on target.
gives you the edge over... them...
Don't take your eye off the ball!
Mirror, signal, manoeuvre...
Thrust...! Into first... and you're off!
Speeding bullets don't compare...!
And y'ain't sparing them horses!

Sunday, August 31, 2014

WORDLE #176

For Sunday Whirl:


NOTICE IS SERVED

Decades of compromising
care in the community...

Who listens to their concerns?

Serve the stae, collaborate!

Contact me... time for a chat...

Sunday, August 24, 2014

WORDLE #175

For Sunday Whirl: rift, absence, longing, rickety, cliff, flight, cart, bones, stutter, language, sustain, baffles.

WHERE IS THE LOVE?

After the rift your absence
left me longing for true love

Not a rickety romance
surviving on a cliff edge...

Merely a flight of fancy...?

Or putting cart before horse...?

Bones of a relationship
stutter briefly back to life

Our body language confirms
a state we cannot sustain

...And it truly baffles me...

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Whirl #174

For Sunday Whirl

OUT TO LUNCH

Once all those oranges run out,
I'll light myself a candle
and, in a grand gesture, pledge
my allegiance to Africa,
denying my transgression
while contemplating the gray rites
of demimonde entertainment.

Am I (in asylum parlance)'
'Abomination Reborn'?

Sunday, August 3, 2014

WORDLE #172

SCRAMBLED

If you have no appetite
for flamboyant behavior
the last thing you want to do
is stare at the midday sun

This may tire you to the point
of irritation... or worse
disclose a jumbled signal
that makes 'The Bliss Of Sunlight'
sound like 'The Signs Of Bullshit'

Sunday, July 27, 2014

WORDLE #171


For Sunday Whirl

SHADOWPLAY

In the hunt for innocence
blasts from hallowed pasts reveal
it takes skill to whack those doubts
but as the mystery unfolds
thrill seekers known to dabble
in shallow activities
center undue attention
on our guilt stained consciences

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

Thursday, April 24, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 24


THE HONOURABLE THING


You’re not going to name names
You won’t point any fingers
That would spark more confusion
Create more speculation
Denials accusations
Produce even more sour grapes
And reopen more old wounds
In turn that would just lead to
The settlement of old scores

So with actual regard
To who was really involved
And who did precisely what
And the when, where, how and why
And with respect… and by that
We mean the greatest respect…
To those unnamed people who
Found themselves in the same boat
The very same boat as you…

Do the honourable thing
And let those sleeping dogs lie

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 23


RELIEF


If you’re aged ten years or less
And your sheets are soaking wet
You must report it at once
To your Bedpan Monitor
Who will in turn refer you
To an uneducated
Unqualified Mind Reader
…Who will fully understand

In emergency cases
The level of chemicals
Entering into your brain
Will be altered by doctors
Who will cheerfully prescribe
A strong dose of Tricyclic
Antidepressants for you

Any thoughts of suicide
Will be dealt with severely:
You will lose your right to drive:
Operate machinery:
And drinking of hard liquor
Will be rationed or denied

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 22


THE SAME NEG


I didn’t want today
To be the day I’d have to say
‘I didn’t want today’

I wanted yesterday
To last forever and a day
To never pass away

If I could take away today
I’d pay to re-live yesterday
The way it could have been today
The way it should have been today
The way it would have been today

If only I could say
I’d wanted yesterday to stay
As much as there’s no way

I want this day today
To be the day I have to say
‘I didn’t want today’

Monday, April 21, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 21

NOTHING


Sitting here wasting away
This beach life is bugging me
Overhead the sky is grey
Underfoot no place to be

So much sand I see no sea
No ships come to rescue me
Nothing gets done but the day
Nothing to do but decay

It’s nothing to do with me
It’s nothing to do with ‘I’
It’s nothing to do with Him
It’s nothing to do with ‘He’

It’s nothing to do with Her
It’s nothing to do with ‘She’
It’s nothing to do with That
It’s nothing to do with ‘It’

It’s nothing to do with Them
It’s nothing to do with ‘They’
It’s nothing to do with Us
It’s nothing to do with ‘We’

It’s nothing to do with You
Nothing to do with all you
It’s something to do with you
Something to do with just you


It’s only to do with you
Everything to do with you
It’s always to do with you
Don’t know what to do with you

What to do… what not to do…
Nothing to do… Do Nothing…

Sunday, April 20, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 20


Wordle words from Sunday Whirl: Bones, Twice, Stolen, Water, Sink, Rocking, Open Mess, Aches, Bridge, Sway, Limb, Sharp.

STAND AND DELIVER


Sharp exits in stolen cars
Troubled water sink or swim
Wide open to twice the risk
Out on a limb you’re rocking!

Rebel life is in your bones
The law holds no sway with you
Body aches to burn that bridge
Try not to leave any mess!

Saturday, April 19, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 19


COUNTING


Beginning to have my doubts
About your sincerity
Your level of commitment
Is non-existent at times

Starting to lose my patience
With your inconsistencies
‘Trustworthy’ information
In a constant state of flux

Your decision making skills
leave a lot to be desired
As for communication
…Just going through the motions

I’m living on hopes and dreams
Faith and trust in short supply
Counting broken promises
Is like counting down the days

Friday, April 18, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 18

IT’S ALL GOOD


Good Friday
Thank the Good Lord it’s Friday
Good Friday
Not just any old Friday
Good Friday
It’s a Roman holiday
Good Friday
‘Greatest Story Ever Told’

Good Friday
“Truly” Marion, ‘The Duke’
Good Friday
“This man” never Roman “was”
Good Friday
“The Son of God” died today
Good Friday
While on Channel 5, ‘Ben Hur’
Good Friday
That Centurion again!
Good Friday
No racing is permitted
Good Friday
But I’ll wager you can bet
Good Friday
That he’ll take his chariot
Good Friday
Down to Lingfield, Mussleburgh
Good Friday
While his kids stay home from school
Good Friday
Eating Vegan food; no meat
Good Friday
Hot Cross Buns served for dessert
Good Friday
Watching Romans on TV
Good Friday…
We interrupt this broadcast
Good Friday
to bring you some breaking news
Good Friday
All banks will stay shut today
Good Friday
Even the Stock Market’s closed
Good Friday
Neither cost nor value known
Good Friday
Good news for you non-gamblers
Good Friday
Now over to the weather
Good Friday
“Not bad… for a Good Friday…”

Thursday, April 17, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 17


GRUDGE


A pair of gutsy fighters
A bit of an argument
A scarlet sky at sunset
And a makeshift boxing ring

A crowd begin to gather
Expecting punches to flow
Hardly an A-list showdown
Just a routine village brawl

The first blow struck is gentle
No more than a soft caress
Not quite what you might expect
If your grasp on fights is good

No need to pluck up courage
He won’t come back from behind
This boy’s not really the type
To save his best till the last

A steady stream of punches
To the body and the head
A victory by knockout
With plenty of time to spare

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 16


HEARING HEARING DOUBLE


Spirit level, spray bottle, grinder and file
Split level, space shuttle, spider and fly
Listen… there’s an echo
((( echo )))
Tell me, tell me whywhy…

I’ll level with you
When flies start to catch spiders
Then it’s time to split
START THE SPACE SHUTTLE
Must be time to split
Spiders being caught by flies…!
Low level of wit…?

Or just a low level of volume…?
Because what I thought I heard you say
was that on a clear and sunny day
you can almost see my shadow
but much more often than not at all
I’m difficult to follow... follow?

What all of this means, to be exact
I’d know, if my hearing was intact

Do you understand me
get my drift, my point, my meaning?
If not, I’ll repeat it
for the hard of hearing, hearing

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 15


MISSION


Think before we synchronize
otherwise we’ll miss blast off
Cast off late we stand no chance

Enhanced map readings confirm
murmurs gave the wrong answer

A chancer you never were
No Sir… Integral training
pertaining to directions
tell us sections in a tint
…slight hint… of lighter colour
need fuller exploration

Expectation is sky high
that’s why we’re aboard this ship

Take a tip from one who knows
…It goes, comes back, it lands at sea
Free falls softly in the swell

…or burns up… sending us to hell

Monday, April 14, 2014

NAPoWriMo 2014 - Day 14


THE NEXT ONE


I thought she was an angel
And a perfect pair they’d make
Till I watched her snatch his chest
A simple, fatal mistake

Apart from anything else
Her flaw would have no quick fix
She made waves with the devil
When she stole his box of tricks

Under cover of darkness
On a night when no moon shone
He buried her in the clay
Crying ‘Here lies the next one…’

Sunday, April 13, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 13

Wordle words from Sunday Whirl









MIRAGE


A magic moonlit moment
She turns towards me briefly
Perfect porcelain features
I swear I’m deeply in love

I’ve died and gone to Heaven

Then my heart takes a tumble
And I want to slash my wrists
She’s not the girl of my dreams
What the papers said was true

Has she taken me to hell?

“Limbo Bimbo Strikes Again!!!”
The front page headline today
“She’s just a gaudy Geordie”
It’s even a football chant!

No, it’s that place between… Earth…!

Saturday, April 12, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 12


THE SCORE DRAW


In the pursuit of pleasure
Pain can become the rule
It’s a cloak and dagger world
Where consequences are cruel

Don’t lose your beloved cash
On a wild night with some skirt
Who doesn’t produce the goods
Only hits you where it hurts

As once the damage is done
you’ll keep going back for more
Prison bars won’t keep you from
Chasing the imperfect score

Friday, April 11, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 11


FALLEN


Your razor slash of a mouth
leaks rumours… on whiskey breath…
that those lanky legs of yours
have run in their final race

Your one good eye… once silky,
now a murky marsh puddle…
fails to isolate the pain

Thursday, April 10, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 10


THE OFFICERS’ MESS


Despite their plight, the border forces
had the insight and the resources
to cover their flanks, whilst giving thanks
to the ranks of men on whom they depend
to end a crisis as it arises

No prizes for guessing who’s pressing the issue…
A tissue of lies can be heard as the word
is passed round the fire by liars and cheats
you’d rather not meet on a dark road at night…
bestowed as you might be with hatred and spite

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 9


CIVILISATION


Don’t ever make the mistake
of thinking that you’ve chosen
an easier way of life

You know they’ll always make it
harder and harder to live
but not so easy to die

When it’s time to pack your bags
no fatted calf will await
the prodigal son’s return

Just a hammer and some nails
to attach you to this cross
they call Civilisation

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 8


IN YOUR DREAMS


In visions you navigate
the humming drill of routine
stride with dignity and grace
through years that last an instant
but never miss a moment
to reap the respect you gain
as worlds buckle before you

Monday, April 7, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 7

IMPULSE

Far in the distance

whisperings of creation

A new beginning…?


Infinite rhythm

emits invisible code

Timing is precise


Clenched fists of rumour

hit our unbelieving ears

We kneel on impulse

Sunday, April 6, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 6

ROCK ‘N’ ROLL
Wordle words from Sunday Whirl: Strap, Swing, Power, Zip, Tough, Barrier, Waterfall, Pleat, Diamond, Detail, Suspend, Unit

Band suspend hostilities
Form a unit once again
Welcome back guitar and voice
Play some Rock ‘n’ Roll

Strap on that sweet axe and swing
Power-up un-zip the noise
Intro riff, rough, tough and loud
Sound no barrier

Vocal cascade, waterfall
Smooth as silk, no crimp or pleat
Flawless diamond pitch and tone
Perfect, every detail

Saturday, April 5, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 5


BENEFIT


We’re writing to inform you
we’re stopping your allowance
with immediate effect

According to our records
the information given
has expired; is out of date

The evidence submitted
must be revised/updated
as quickly as possible

Medical certificates
pertaining to your illness
will re-activate your claim

For further information
a premium rate number
is provided overleaf

Friday, April 4, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 4


BEST LAID PLANS


He notices everything
as he stands with open mouth
and a vacant expression…
Brick wall this side, steel fence that
Gravel and trash in between
Nothing in the right balance


Thursday, April 3, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 3

HEAT

Where is the warmth we yearn for,
the welcome promised to us?
Still safe…? Or does time erode
honourable intentions

like a river’s constant flow

turning pebbles into clay?


Will flames of friendship shield us?
Or will they turn against us,
burn relentless, scorch our flesh
and reduce our bones to ash?

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 2

IS NOT WAS

With insufficient data
in your random access tank
archives inaccessible
and all vaults locked and bolted
you won’t need to remember
things that happened yesterday
won’t hunger for memory
just new experiences

You’re living in the future
and the past… died, in the past

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 - Day 1

PRINCIPLE

In the cycle of events
leading to this gathering
due regard was given to
divisions caused by habits
that led to your undoing

However painless the task
you wouldn't lessen the gap
between compulsion and choice
and thus create an escape
from the suffering to come

Did you act without virtue..?