NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 30

AT LAST

Domineering demagogues

Take what remains of my Self

Until I become at last

Their obedient servant

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 29

GONE

Before and after

Contrasts and comparisons

What happened during

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 28

NaPoWriMo  BOUND

For the remainder of this journey

I shall assume complete control

Bring you on-board entertainment

Serve you drinks and home cooked food

For economy class passengers

Remember to bring a packed lunch

You may have to sit two to a seat

As the tickets were over-subscribed

For anyone caught in possession

Of NaPoWriMo souvenirs

Emergency exits are open

And your trip has come to an end

I have my own vocabulary

That I think I know how to use

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 27

TRENDING

Living by numbers

Statistical progression

Justifies their worth

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 26

ANONYMOUS

Caught in the act of living

No data will protect us

From theft of identity

How will we know who we are?

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 25

HABIT

Recreational

From peaks of untold pleasure

To tortuous troughs

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 24

HEAD… (((ACHE)))

Wondering which one came first

Was it the head or the ache

Did the head produce the ache

Or the ache produce the head

Or did they come together

A special offer package

Doesn’t it do your shed in

Wondering which will go first

These days I’ve no further use

For a headache such as this

So ferociously intense

It feels like it might explode

Sounds like a good solution

Lose my head to lose the ache

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 23

LONG LOST

Relative strangers

Casual acquaintances

Faces without names

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 22

THINGS

Once confident young naïve

Playing the game by the book

Standing up to be counted

(After all we’re just numbers)

Now those things we couldn’t have

Become the things we don’t need

Soon we’ll all run out of things

And have to begin again

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 21

BONFIRE NIGHT

Organised display

Above a tower of flames

Re-igniting the past

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 20

ATTRITION

How many lives can we live?

How many deaths must we die?

How many resurrections

Even re-incarnations

(Each one a dilute version

A weak interpretation

Diminished resolution

Increasingly insipid)

Of a former consciousness

Before we are us no more?

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 19

WINE GLASS

Shattered underfoot

A memory to savour

Till death us do part

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 18

ERGO SUM

Is it my imagination

Or did the Thought Police

In response to a mere whim

Think they’d arrested me

For no obvious reason

And with no apparent notion

They accused me of thinking too much

And charged me with introspection

After much deliberation

And perhaps some cogitation

The jury considered its verdict

Found me guilty of analysis

I was sentenced to contemplation

In a concentration camp

Which is an unusual concept

When you stop and think about it

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 17

SNOWFLAKES

Whiter than whiteness

Individuality

Spot the difference

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 16

TIME WARP

As April approaches

On the dark horizon

A gift is presented

To see us through summer

The gift of Time Travel

Is ours for the taking

A concept we all grasp

In both hands each year

In the space of an hour

In a time without space

While we’re in our beds sleeping

It creeps up behind us

We all become caught up

In this phenomenon’s spell

That lights up the darkness

And warms our cold hearts

Till the curse of October

That’s uttered in Greenwich

Returns us to mean time

Which means long dark cold nights

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 15

PLANE

Coming in to land

Unexpected turbulence

Low level wind shear

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 14

WORKOUT

Restraint the only exercise I get

In these four walls surrounding me

Containing and constraining me

Me and my earthly possessions

The contents of a dying living room

Very soon to be repossessed

By the ghosts of tenses past

Who pass the tension of present day

To days yet to come when future plans

That make a man’s journey through life

Nothing (but strife) to write home about

I doubt it’s even worth the effort

It takes to make sense of it all

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 13

DIG

Archaeologist

From the depths of death’s decay

Living history

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 12

FIVE MINUTES

Five whole minutes to think of a story

Not much time to soak up the glory

Maybe you will or maybe you won’t

Maybe you do or maybe you don’t

Think of a subject that people will like

Something you wanna shout down a mic

It can be a performance just writing away

Disposable stories that last just a day

Try it for once and it might catch on

Do it right now or your chance will be  gone

Read it aloud and take the reaction

Whatever they say about it is the attraction

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 11

BIRD'S EYE VIEW

Unfamiliar

Sights and sounds in miniature

High rise scenery

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 10

SECRETS

Perhaps the reason

They don’t keep

Very well at all

Is the desire

To have at least

Something

We can share

It’s common knowledge

In real lives

That we’re far too smart

To share what’s ours

With those who aren’t

With whom

We’re not concerned

A little known fact

Is fair game

Spread amongst our peers

Status is gained

Officially

Amongst

Our Facebook friends

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 9

ACCIDENT

Waiting to happen

Unexpected unaware

It’s nobody’s fault

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 8

THE TRAIN NOW DEPARTING

When you feel life slipping away from you

And you’re falling towards your demise

You don’t know your destination of course

Heaven and hell flash before your eyes

A most uncomfortable ride it is

And it’s extremely painful indeed

When your whole life flashes in front of you

The effect’s like a strobe light on speed

The reason for that is quite obvious

Discomfort and pain that make you sob

In the past you would always wear your dick

On your head such a prick such a knob

The flashing and disorientation

Are caused by the testicles flapping

Swinging against and away from your eyes

And that penis thrashing and slapping

And the pain you can feel so intensely

Beating your shoulders your chest your back

Is turbulence caused by your wasted life

Like the train now departing the track

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 7

WAIT

Anticipation

Patience has its own rewards

Two come together

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 6

CHANCE OF RAIN

Just another washing day

Here the weather stays fine

Sheets and shirts and baby clothes

Hanging out on the line

Sun is shining in the breeze

It shouldn’t take too long

Chance of rain this afternoon

Hope they got that wrong

Saying that I wouldn’t mind

Some time off for a change

A woman’s work is never done
Always things to arrange

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 5

H20

White water rapid

Downstream deceleration

En route to ocean

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 4

BEACH BUMMER

The train too fast

The bus too slow

I didn’t really

Want to go

The light to right

The time too wrong

Don’t take photo’s

Must run along

The waves too low

The tide too high

Be hours before

The sand is dry

The pier too short

The beach too long

We’d walk them both

But we’re not strong

The sea too cold

The sun too hot

My ice cream’s melting

Quite a lot

The dunes too dry

The surf too wet

There must be somewhere

Just right yet

The rocks too hard

The sand too soft

Stuck in this deck chair

Can’t get off

The kids too young

The wife too old

Can’t get it through

They won’t be told

The boobs too big

The cozzy too small

Now I know what

The butler saw

The will too weak

The draw too strong

The one armed bandit

Sings my song

The chips too fat

The fish too thin

It’s nearly time

To get them in

The beer too good

The food too bad

Let’s just get pissed

Or I’ll go mad

The blokes too smooth

The birds too rough

We’ll go home soon

I’ve had enough

The price to rich

The wage too poor

We won’t be coming

Back no more

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 3

MIGRATION

Airborne exodus

Military formation

Following the sun

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 2

NEXT

Older now

Older than before now

Much older than

Then

When

I was young

Was I young?

Younger?

Ever?

Not the way things look

Are looking

In the mirror

Or to others

Other people

In the street

The sight of grey hair

Wrinkles

Shocks and offends

Me

Causes them to

Laugh

Whisper

Point

Nudge

Each other

But what do they know

Do they even know they’re born?

Torn

Between the two

Life and death

I

Stare at my meds

My medication

In my

Wait for it…

Medicine cabinet

Never had one of them

Before

Or

The routine

Of taking drugs

Not for pleasure

But for pain

Again

There’s an element

Of dependence

Rather than the

Reliability

Of an old friend

Whose end

Came suddenly

But quietly

In his sleep

The way I’d like

To go

At least

I think so

I think so

Much

Too

Much

Maybe

See

You got me

Started

On the departed

I miss ‘em all

My family

Mum and dad

Especially

Ain’t it sad?

Potentially

It could be me
Next

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 1

BST

Breakfast at first light

Is daybreak’s moveable feast
British Summer Time

WORDLE #204

For Sunday Whirl:

WORDS

I am sure they speak in tongues
stolen from distant planets
when they tell me bones of clay
possess a desire that burns
from wild beginnings of sleep
and dream of Super Powers
through to the end of the night

WORDLE #203

For Sunday Whirl:

Primate-ive

Rustling monkeys will always keep you sweet
At least in the dry eyes of our skipper
He says it's blasphemy to shed a tear
For the sake of those plague ridden animals
Whose whole reason for being born
Is to swab the deck he commands

WORDLE #202

For Sunday Whirl:

TURN-ON

Bee sting cheese string images
Cattle drive club sandwiches
Trample grapes and knead that dough
Wind me up and watch me go
Make excuses loud and proud
Plant the seed and join the crowd
Watch their minds begin to slip
That's the best part of the trip

WORDLE #201

For Sunday Whirl:

NDE

Stone circle of empty graves
Yet to bear the weight of death
Granite slabs awaiting names

Cards on the table, you were
about to howl at the moon
until fear coursed through your veins
and your ghost returned to flesh

WORDLE #200

For Sunday Whirl:

ELUSIVE

Delicate shapes are forming
beneath an umbrella of
kaleidoscopic petals
longing yearning forever
the too blue skies of freedom

Impossibly tiny shrines
post apocalyptic tombs
hopeless, fearless and dreamless
perched on a mantle of peace

Until or indeed unless
that river of blood runs dry
still the deal remains uncut

WORDLE #198

For Sunday Whirl:

SOUND OFF

So wound up you're fit to burst
First you try to to break the glass
Alas can't damage the seal
Feel a fool, take a tumble
A fumble fit for a clown
Drown your sorrows, drink your fill
Instill a sense of release
Fleece them for round after round
Emit not another sound

WORDLE #197

For Sunday Whirl:

ALMOST RUN

Spread the news, it's official
The Patron Saint of Something
Is coming to my rescue

She can afford to spend time
away from her cloud on high
and that ever ticking clock
She observes this Holy day
and achieves a state of grace
with a certain measure of
let's call it 'humility'
The perfect host welcomes me
as my race is almost run

WORDLE #196

For Sunday Whirl:

CHANCE

At the risk of sounding trite
I'm going to spell it out
In words you can understand

Always mind your own business
Aim to stay away from fire
That way you'll avoid scorch marks

Maybe then and only then
Will you see it's miles better
To set clocks to chime at dawn

So make the sign of the cross
Father, Son, Holy Spirit
All know the lie of the land

WORDLE #195

For Sunday Whirl:

BRAIN FREEZE

Only a single item
appears on your bucket list
An inky scrap of paper
says 'Never capitulate;
condemn, or be condemned to
a life of abject ennui
that continues without end'

You want to smell fresh air, but
you can't generate enough
power to channel your thoughts
or render them capable
of processing common sense

WORDLE #194

For Sunday Whirl:

HIGH 5'S

We resolve, review, design,
shine, sing songs from nine to five.
A New Year... Resolution;
revolution three six five.
The Earth's turn, dedicated,
dated year two oh one five.
A Mayfly-brief win dealt; a
form of shelter... Gimme five!