LOCKDOWN
Straight talking street talking sweet...
Ian Biro All work Copyright Andy Sewina (c) 2006 - 2021
Sunday, 10 January 2021
Something I wrote in April last year...
Thursday, 31 December 2020
More from 2020...
FOR FITS SAKE
They told me at sixteen
You're too young to die
but we don't think you'll make twenty one
definitely not twenty five
In my seventh decade now
fighting fit for fits sake
Walking stick football
forty then forty five
came and went
Attack defence sub
Subbuteo Shove ha'penny
armchair TV
A new millennium
appeared swallowed me up
with all its apps aches
likes and dripping taps
Mobile madness
inbuilt sickness
inane sadness
The fat controller
breaks out Brexit
petit dejeuner demain
flu jab over
covert covid
Hold out your hand
and we'll stab you again
31122020/1
HAPPY NEW YEAR
NEARLY OVER
Another year kaput
the air borne
mind blown
window pain
No pane of glass
or grain of sand
everything swept
under the rug
to make a fresh start
Even the no mug flies have flown
We alone are caught
in the spiders web
Nearly over
it's not even begun
covid-21
31122020
Sunday, 8 November 2020
For Nimfa...
DIFFERENT TYPE FONTS
She gets up and starts to dance
mellow music fills the studio
Creative innovative she comes
scissors in hand scrambling flowers
oranges bananas apples sometimes
colour blind but without loss of smell
I watch her decorate the studio
printing letters in different type fonts
rearranging them to spell something else
she paints white hearts on the pink walls
She tunes the radio and TV
puts headphones on and tidies the room
listens to the computer broadcast
types something quickly makes another film
As the music fills the studio
she gets up again and starts to dance
7112020
Saturday, 24 October 2020
Song #199
WAITING FOR MY BABY
could it ever happen again
I didn't really plan it this way
I know you said no more last time
and the time before
sitting on the back step
waiting for my baby to come
I call you my baby
but you don't even know that I'm here
It's been the longest time
I never thought that it would happen
could it ever happen again
I didn't really plan it this way
I know you said no more last time
and the time before
but I know you're there baby
I couldn't get by without you
24102020
Saturday, 10 October 2020
Football in the park ...
I just wanna play football with the kids
from dawn to dark the kids play football in the snow
but I'm too old I feel the cold
I just wanna play football with the kids
Subbuteo bar or blow table football I don't know
I've got me boots got me socks but I'm too old to take the knocks
I just wanna play football with the kids
I just wanna play football with the kids
from dawn to dark the kids play football in the park
but I feel as old as Noah's ark
I just wanna play football with the kids
Subbuteo bar or blow table football I don't know
I've got me boots got me socks but I'm as old as Goldilocks
I just wanna play football with the kids
10102020
Tuesday, 25 August 2020
I said my name is Andy Sewina
Would you like a bite of my banana
How long till you get some new pyjama
Is that a felt hat or a fedora
Did you sail into the new marina
I once met a mermaid called Marina
I thought I’d tell you in this sestina
That I always wear an old fedora
She said is your name Andy Sewina
Lemontina do you wear pyjama
Oh but please please don’t drive me banana
Joey likes to eat yellow banana
When he pedalo to the marina
Everybody loves his blue pyjama
When he goes siesta with sestina
He dreams that he is Andy Sewina
Wearing a big coat and a fedora
You really can’t ignore a fedora
Even a squishy squashy banana
Won’t make you into Andy Sewina
So don’t go try to swim the marina
Who said it’s complicated sestina
It’s so easy peasey in pyjama
Do the drama school supply pyjama
I’ll bring a pair under my fedora
It’s time for us to sing my sestina
Ba ba ba bana bana banana
Ma ma ma mamma ma ma marina
Yeah lemontina Andy Sewina
Dance like fiesta Andy Sewina
Do Sucu sucu Cuba pyjama
Discotina down to the marina
Don’t forget to don your old fedora
Ba ba ba bana bana banana
Singer ringer dinger my sestina
Dreamer dreamer sestina pyjama
Andy Sewina with his fedora
Slip don’t trip banana skin marina
Saturday, 2 May 2020
napowrimo 2020 conclusion
(LIKE ME)
Bad poets are really baaad
bad because we wanna be really baaad
dreamer really baaad poets are bad
because they wanna be baaad
such and such rhyme all the time
internally and end line
mount the syllabic count down to the ground
surround their act with half baked jokes
baaad because we wanna be really bad
we might as well be cleaning drains
nobody listens when we hum
or reads much beyond line one
and I for one know that it keeps
me bleep bleep mad insane
a crazy simple writing game
only crave the irresistibility of mediocrity
that Wilde spoke about in Dorian Gray
then again maybe we wanna be bad
and plagiarise surprise surprise
Haiku Sudoku which one would you do
something simple cinquain please explain
like me (and I like them too) are bad
because we wanna be baaad
15042020
Thursday, 30 April 2020
napowrimo 2020 #30
Wednesday, 29 April 2020
napowrimo 2020 #29 coronavirus 31
Tuesday, 28 April 2020
napowrimo 2020 #28 coronavirus 30
his world was made of whopping great lies