LEADERS - not followers

Thursday, April 30, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 30

AT LAST

Domineering demagogues
Take what remains of my Self
Until I become at last
Their obedient servant

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 29

GONE

Before and after
Contrasts and comparisons
What happened during

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

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

Monday, April 27, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 27

TRENDING

Living by numbers
Statistical progression
Justifies their worth

Sunday, April 26, 2015

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?

Saturday, April 25, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 25

HABIT

Recreational
From peaks of untold pleasure
To tortuous troughs

Friday, April 24, 2015

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

Thursday, April 23, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 23

LONG LOST

Relative strangers
Casual acquaintances
Faces without names

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

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

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 21

BONFIRE NIGHT

Organised display
Above a tower of flames
Re-igniting the past

Monday, April 20, 2015

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?

Sunday, April 19, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 19

WINE GLASS

Shattered underfoot
A memory to savour
Till death us do part

Saturday, April 18, 2015

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

Friday, April 17, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 17

SNOWFLAKES

Whiter than whiteness
Individuality
Spot the difference

Thursday, April 16, 2015

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

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 15

PLANE

Coming in to land
Unexpected turbulence
Low level wind shear

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

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

Monday, April 13, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 13

DIG

Archaeologist
From the depths of death’s decay
Living history

Sunday, April 12, 2015

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

Saturday, April 11, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 11

BIRD'S EYE VIEW

Unfamiliar
Sights and sounds in miniature
High rise scenery

Friday, April 10, 2015

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

Thursday, April 9, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 9

ACCIDENT

Waiting to happen
Unexpected unaware
It’s nobody’s fault

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

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

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 7

WAIT

Anticipation
Patience has its own rewards
Two come together

Monday, April 6, 2015

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

Sunday, April 5, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 5

H20

White water rapid
Downstream deceleration
En route to ocean

Saturday, April 4, 2015

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

Friday, April 3, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 3

MIGRATION

Airborne exodus
Military formation
Following the sun

Thursday, April 2, 2015

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

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 1

BST

Breakfast at first light
Is daybreak’s moveable feast
British Summer Time

Sunday, March 22, 2015

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

Sunday, March 15, 2015

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

Sunday, March 8, 2015

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

Sunday, March 1, 2015

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

Sunday, February 22, 2015

WORDLE #200

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


Sunday, February 8, 2015

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






Sunday, February 1, 2015

WORDLE #197

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











Sunday, January 25, 2015

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

Sunday, January 11, 2015

WORDLE #195

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

Sunday, January 4, 2015

WORDLE #194



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!