NaPoWriMo Day20 Silly Poem

NaPoWriMo DAY 20: TODAY’S PROMPT IS write a poem that uses at least five of the following words: THERE FOLLOWED A LIST OF 30 WORDS! HERE GOES.

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Silly Poem

The elusive  cowbird was full of herself importance,

Sitting on the branch of the willowy tree

Squandering her time trilling a rodomtade

Of her life with a sweet melody.

Upwind on the beach struggling through the seaweed

The quahog, felt his ears burn for the cowbird was singing his song.

The words were an echo of past time and a fair deed

Unlike today where everything is so painfully wrong.

The beach started bouncing, what could it mean

It was the dunderhead cyclops stomping on to the scene.

Up in the gutter of a nearby beach hut the mercurial Owl was lurking.

He had his eye on quahog for lunch but the cyclops that way was lurching.

So grabbing some truffles he had saved from his   petit déjeuner

He laid a trail of them and some salt to lure the cyclops away.

I don’t know about you  but I am growing tired of this troublesome trail

There is not a ghost of a hope that it will ever make an interesting tale.

So lets say farewell to  this unlikely crew

Lets all go and find something better to do!

NaPoWriMo Day 18, Respect

Day 18 NaPoWriMo : Today’s prompt is  to write a poem that begins and ends with the same word. Not easy so here goes!

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Respect

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Respect the boys demand,

Bling  dripping from neck and hand.

Acting like gangsters  pushing everyone around

Out your mouth you make Jamaican sound.

Big man, you think you are

Driving round in your  customed car.

Running with the gang hanging with the girls

Your prospect disapearing like swine before pearls.

Harassing the nervous and the older folk

Littering the place with needles, skank and  coke.

Never mind the children playing by the swings

They don’t know about needle sticks, aids and things

Peddling drugs and using kids on bikes as runners

Making rules for gangs, becoming knifers and gunners!

Starting young and never growing old

Ending up dead in a pool of blood on the pavement cold.

Mother grieving, says he was a good son

She don’t know the half of what he’s done.

Black hearse carries the boy, all his friends stand and reflect

On his coffin a single wreath spells the one word, Respect.

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NaPoWriMo Day 17. Welcome Sun

NaPoWriMo  Day 17. Today’s prompt is to write a a welcome poem.

Welcome Sun

 Welcome to a brand new day

We watched you set and go away.

We mourned your loss as you went

Without your light we pray and repent.

Welcome, welcome brand new day

All our worries wash away.

Glorious light we rejoice to see.

Take our souls and set them free.

Dance to greet the brand new  day

The horrors of the night washed away.

All that seemed  wrong and out of true .

Is as it should be thanks to you.

 

You bring warmth and light for us to grow

We can work our land  and our seeds sow.

We grow under your loving gaze

Our land we work, our animals graze.

Neither we or our planet without you thrive

So each morning we welcome you and thank you for our lives.

 Welcome to a brand new day

We watched you set and go away.

We mourned your loss as you went

Without your light we pray and repent.

NaPoWriMo Day 16 Such a waste

Day 16 NaPoWriMo: Today’s prompt is to write a “translation” of a poem in a language you don’t actually know. Pick a poem and trying not to peek too much at the translation use the sound and shape of the words and lines to guide you, without worrying too much about whether your translation makes sense.

I had a strange and busy day yesterday so apologies for being late no only with my entries but answering my comments. Enough excuses here is my entry and it was hard!!

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The Poem I chose was  : 1987, Gro Dahle
From: Audiens
Publisher: J.W. Cappelens Forlag, Oslo, 1987

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Gro Dahle

 

 

Det er ikke alltid
like lett å være pave
sier paven
Han gjemmer seg under bordet
og roper hunden til seg
Der sitter han til det er mørkt
og alle har sluttet å lete
Når alt er stille
i Vatikanet
kryper han fram
fra under duken
og gir hunden
rent vann i skålen
Så spiser han bokstavskjeks
ved vinduet

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Such a waste

 

She liked flying

As unhappy on the pavement

As off the pavement.

Hands jammering  she blurs egdes

So ropes quickly slip

The sitters handle sharp her death

She was a slattern,  everyone  knew

Never stood still

Always casting her net

Kaleidoscope girl

Loud and drunken

Hungry for life

Duty dodging like a  slalom

Her life could fill a bookshop

To meet such sad End.

 

NaPoWriMo Day 15 Together Apart

Day 15 NaPoWriMo : Today’s prompt is  to write a pantun. which I have attempted, in fact I have attempt three . The subject is couples who have grown apart.

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With your back to me at the worktop

You stand there kneading  anger and hate

Nothing improves nothing changes ever

The grapes of wrath are sour still.

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That sun shines without any warmth

Somehow the sheets dry in the wind

You cannot see the need to forgive

I cannot see how I have sinned

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You hate this box that sets me free

I escape on the wireless route

Your temper flares red hot at me

Escape , Alt, delete run reboot.

NaPoWriMo, Day14 Starbuck

Day 14 NaPoWriMo : today prompt is to write a poem in the Persona of a Super Hero/ Heroine . Well for me there is only one I can pick and that is Kara Thrace alias Starbuck  from the New Battle Star Galactica . She has been my hero ever since I watched every episode from every series and the films. She is the best reluctant super heroine ever. In fact I wrote a poem about wishing to be her last year. Sorry I digress.

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Starbuck 

Beneath this hard exterior there’s no soft marshmallow goo,  there beats a heart of stone.

There’s never been any support for me so what I’ve achieved I’ve done on my own.

My parent’s never cared for me much so I never make any deep ties.

The only true love in my life is my star ship and the skies!

There is one man who could ever touch my soul but fate always intervenes ,

When I get together with Will Adarma  there’s usually ugly drunken scenes.

I think he only sees me as one of the lads,  so make out I don’t give a frack.

But I really fancy him, so ladies watch out or you’ll get my weapon in your back.

We have to save the worlds from the evil Cylon attack

We had them beaten once , but they evolved and now they’re  coming back.

They have morphed  to chrome and blood all covered with skin.

They are clever now, they infiltrated Caprica  with spies

They blew up our worlds so we took the fleet and again flew into the skies.

In Space we regrouped and planned, and I got to work closely with my man.

I will lead what’s left of our pilots and beloved ships

I am the best star fighter pilot but the fracks won’t give me shoulder  pips.

It’s true I like a drink, gambling and a good cigar

I am damn good in bed I’ll give you a good time what ever rank you are!

I am the best pilot as I have said before

I shall find the Cylon’s mothership and give the frackers what for!

I’ll rip the skin off Number Six and I’ll show her no quarter.

She beat the living crap out of me and then denied me even water.

I’ll lead you all to safety find you all another world

For I am really an angel that keeps her wings unfurled!

I am that star you see at night  when it is darkest before the dawn.

I am the one who will shoot straightest so none of you need be forlorn.

I am the mighty Starbuck , Kara Thrace is my real name .

But what ever you call  me I shall save you all the fracking same!

NaPoWriMo Day 13 Walking in the rain

Today is day 13  of NaPoWriMo   Today’s prompt is to write a poem on what we see when on a walk , I also wrote some of the random thoughts that come into your head when out on that walk.

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Walking in the rain

Pull my hood up against the rain,

with your hood up the drops are not such a pain.

Down the sheltered path towards the fields

No one trims the bushes, so you need to keep your eyes peeled.

Opps! mind the dog mess, careless owners are such a pest!

I’d like to find them and rub their noses in the mess!

Through the gate and along the cinder path

Look at the squirrels dashing about , they do make me laugh.

Wave to friends walking their  lovely pets

They all pick up their dog’s mess not one of them forgets!

I  bet you think  I am ranting on about dog poo!

Sorry  that is not what I intended to do!

Turn off the path and enter the field past the slide and swings

Usually busy with children  but in this rain they are neglected things.

Lots of memories come flooding back of the boys dashing here and there

Shouting playing having fun a call of ,” time to go”, answered by a chorus of  “It’s not fair!”

They’re all men  with busy lives, yes they’ve grown and flown

Sometime soon they will walk here with me with children of their own .

Cross the field, now a park yet I remember when we first came here

It was still part of a farm . We trod carefully up the path for of cows I had a fear!

No cows now, to  the right a pleasant view and to my left hundreds of houses

Some ordered and plain, some bedecked with Wisteria  looking like brightly coloured blouses!

Reach the top and out the gate to meet the main road atop the hill

busy now full of  cars and lorries, time was it was quiet and still.

Down the road towards the town past the auction rooms and the church

The old police station  now flats across from the Tudor House on which the Magpies perch.

Boom the noise hits you now for we are in the town with people hustling

Up and down busy with their lives in and out of the shops bustling.

We’ve got buildings old and new and coffee shops galore

We have all the shops you get in towns now , a library, restaurants and more.

It’s Saturday and the market is on, such a shame it’s cold and raining.

The people on the stalls look wet and cold  but their demeanor shows they are not complaining.

Walking past the clothes shops and the nail bars, they are popular in our town we have three!

Estate agents, and coffee shops plus some household names, its buzzing here such a lot to see.

At the big church at the other end of town opposite the pub I turn back on to my route

There  is traffic coming at me and the wind and rain, the drivers are impatient listen to them toot.

I often wonder if they think harassing pedestrians  like me is fair game.

I always like to think that I drive well, I wonder if  like them, I am just the same?

Follow this road I love, lined each side with houses and with trees

They have built so much along here since we came, planners, no more please.

OH!  nearly home the high hedges of our house I can spy

Damn I am really wet now soaked by a careless driver passing by!

Oh! well at least I am nearly home and I can change my clothes

The kettle won’t take long to boil and there are new biscuits, yes I’ll have one of those.

It is always good to have a walk and let the mind and memory roam free

Fresh air, even if wet , people and sights to see then when you get home again a lovely cup f tea.

Day 12 NaPoWriMo WHY

Today is day 12 of NaPoWriMo : Today’s prompt is to write a poem of questions you have always wanted to of asked someone ( parent, peer, teacher, anyone maybe historical or even a world leader ) . I was at a loss had though of quizzing  a politician or Queen Elizabeth 1 when I read a post on another unfortunate young person who was cyber bullied and no doubt plain ordinary bullied. A young person still at school so as I was bullied not only at school but through my work and personal life  too.  I am alive and proud , unlike the poor girl in the post.The post moved me to leave an answer and I am going to now in a poem confront my bullies. I have included too  videos one by Jesse J called  Who’s Laughing Now , and the other an early Imogen Heap  Getting Scared Now. 

I actually found this much more painful and  harder to write than I thought it would be, so sorry it is not very good  but I do not have time to rewrite today. 

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WHY!

Hi, long time no see, what? surely you remember me.

Would you like a drink relax lets talk you can feel free.

Why did you call me all those names,

Why did you exclude me from all your games.

Was I so ugly was I so fat ,

Why was I something at which you just spat.

Why did I let you make me cry

So many days and nights I just wanted to die.

I still carry the scars on my arms and my back

Why dd I let you get to me , for something you lack.

What made you think think you were so much better than me.

Why did I let you tether my spirit which I should of set free.

Why did you hound me where ever I went

Why were so ,on my destruction bent.

I have never kidded myself that I was in any way stunning

But the way you treated me and made me look bad was cunning.

You stuck you protractors and pencils in my legs

When we had cookery you made sure you broke my eggs.

If I ever cried or made a fuss  I’d hear your laughter.

If tried to tell the teacher they’d dismiss me  , they’d call me a martyr.

Do you know what, I am through  with all of you

I have succeeded in my life I do not have to explain myself to you  at all.

Day 11 NaPoWriMo… Tanka : New Birth

Day 11 NaPoWriMo : Today’s prompt is write a Tanka , ( poem of five lines or five line stanza working on syllables, with the pattern being 5-7-5-7-7.) I dug into my own memories for these three Tanka on new life. 

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New Birth

Pain,such awful pain

Silence broken by a cry

Gut wrenching raw fear

A weak  cry such joy to hear

Awaited  child at long last here.

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Silence what is wrong

Should he be blue, panicked ask

heaving, oxygen mask

Glass case wires and tubes please God

Keep him safe we love him

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Bright sun but cold wind

Snug in a multicoloured shawl

Proud smile hides the nerves

Safely homeward bound at last

Into the future, not lost.

Day 10, NaPoWriMo I am your slave.

Today is Day 10 of NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt is to write an – un-love poem.

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I am your slave.

 

You have the power to lift me up and make my day

Lightening my darkness then again you can take it all away.

You truly seem to enjoy the power you wield over me

There are ties between us now, invisible that no one can see.

 

At first you made no demands in fact it was you who gave

But more and more you influence the way I behave.

I am attracted to you , attached and now you fill my life.

I resent you , your demands you just cause me strife

Enough , enough I need to separate from you and cut you out.

I need my life back, privacy , sleep and relaxation without a doubt.

I truly need some peace and escape the ties to you I need to brake.

I wish I had never picked you Android, I did not think of me a slave you’d make!

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