THAT'S ALL FOLKS!
May I take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you for reading and commenting on this blog over the past couple of years. I feel that the time has come to close these pages and this chapter in my life and to move on to something slightly different. I will still be posting poetry along with other things on my main blog Proper Joe's, if you miss me you can still visit me there.
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There are two hundred and fifteen posts on this blog and even more poems for you to read, so I will leave it up, and open to comments 'til it self destructs.
THANK YOU
Thank you all once again, and I hope to see you all very soon on a blog not too far from here.
-Andy Sewina.
Sunday, 3 May 2009
Friday, 1 May 2009
NaPoWriMo April 2009
It's been an interesting month, and I've managed to both read and write a lot of new poetry. The idea of napowrimo is for poets to write a poem a day, for the thirty days of April. Napowrimo stands for national poetry writing month, and is of course an American thing. I took part in it this year, but tried to keep a low key, apart from posting a new poem each day, on this blog. I say that it's been an interesting month because, although my poetry wasn't brilliant, I did manage to dream up The American Sandwich game, and set up a new blog for it. This of course was directly inspired by my participating in napowrimo. So, congratulations to everybody who took part this year, and to those who didn't, I thoroughly recommend that you have a go next year.
-Andy Sewina
-Andy Sewina
Thursday, 30 April 2009
NaPoWriMo (30) Totally Optional Prompts
Written for Totally Optional Prompts - Exercise
and NaPoWriMo day thirty
Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables.
Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.
Here's mine:
BALLS
She threw a pail of ball pond balls, from Toys No Fuss, all over the floor.
Stretching like a potato picker, she snatched them up, two at a time.
She continued to do this, until she had had enough exercise.
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and NaPoWriMo day thirty
The American Sandwich game... Flash Fiction in 51 syllables, with a poetic filling.
Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences.Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables.
Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.
Here's mine:
BALLS
She threw a pail of ball pond balls, from Toys No Fuss, all over the floor.
Stretching like a potato picker, she snatched them up, two at a time.
She continued to do this, until she had had enough exercise.
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Wednesday, 29 April 2009
NaPoWriMo (29) Three Word Wednesday
Written for NaPoWriMo day twenty-nine
and inspired by and posted to 3WW
CXXXV the words this week are:
Opportunity, Quarrel, and Service.
Firstly, a 'Found' American Sentence.
I use the word 'Found' in the sense that it was written before Allen Ginsberg's proclamation of the seventeen syllable sentence.
EPITAPH
Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O death!
Virginia Woolf 1882-1941
Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables.
Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.
Here's mine:
THE WAR HERO
Despite his upbringing, he graduated with a first class degree.
This was his opportunity to be of service to the nation.
On the battlefield, he was a hero, I have no quarrel with that.
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and inspired by and posted to 3WW
CXXXV the words this week are:
Opportunity, Quarrel, and Service.
Firstly, a 'Found' American Sentence.
I use the word 'Found' in the sense that it was written before Allen Ginsberg's proclamation of the seventeen syllable sentence.
EPITAPH
Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O death!
Virginia Woolf 1882-1941
The American Sandwich game... Flash Fiction in 51 syllables, with a poetic filling.
Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences.Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables.
Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.
Here's mine:
THE WAR HERO
Despite his upbringing, he graduated with a first class degree.
This was his opportunity to be of service to the nation.
On the battlefield, he was a hero, I have no quarrel with that.
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Tuesday, 28 April 2009
NaPoWriMo (28)
Written for NaPoWriMo day 28
and The American Sandwich game
THE END?
At one twenty one am, on twelve twenty-one, twenty twelve, we go.
The Ancients can't be wrong, they've already predicted so much before.
But, is this really the end, or did they just run out of rock to smoke?
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and The American Sandwich game
THE END?
At one twenty one am, on twelve twenty-one, twenty twelve, we go.
The Ancients can't be wrong, they've already predicted so much before.
But, is this really the end, or did they just run out of rock to smoke?
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DON'T YOU KNOW! IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO TAKE The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
Monday, 27 April 2009
NaPoWriMo (27) Monday Poetry Train Revisited
Written for NaPoWriMo day twenty-seven
and for Monday Poetry Train Revisited
and posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
Inspired by Gautami Tripathy
and for Monday Poetry Train Revisited
and posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
Inspired by Gautami Tripathy
Mundane meltdown mood
cream and chocolate sprinkles
on triple sundae
TRIPLE SUNDAE
my Sunday tipple
vodka, creme de banana
melts moody Monday
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Now go to The American Sandwich game...
cream and chocolate sprinkles
on triple sundae
TRIPLE SUNDAE
my Sunday tipple
vodka, creme de banana
melts moody Monday
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Now go to The American Sandwich game...
Sunday, 26 April 2009
NaPoWriMo (26) Sunday Scribblings
Written for NaPoWriMo day 26
Inspired by Sunday Scribblings - 'Follow' prompt:
Here's mine:
THEY FOLLOW
Uni-ted in Lublin Warsawza and Dublin
Uni-ted are big in Hong Kong
Uni-ted are thunder, they cheer from Down Under
Uni-ted are strong in Korea
Uni-ted Uni-ted from Bang Kwok to Blighty
Uni-ted they sing in Cadiz
But down my street we all follow the blues
Home, away, win, or lose
‘Cos you know what they say down my end,
well me and my mates anyway
There’s two big teams in Manchester;
City and City reserves
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Inspired by Sunday Scribblings - 'Follow' prompt:
Here's mine:
THEY FOLLOW
Uni-ted in Lublin Warsawza and Dublin
Uni-ted are big in Hong Kong
Uni-ted are thunder, they cheer from Down Under
Uni-ted are strong in Korea
Uni-ted Uni-ted from Bang Kwok to Blighty
Uni-ted they sing in Cadiz
But down my street we all follow the blues
Home, away, win, or lose
‘Cos you know what they say down my end,
well me and my mates anyway
There’s two big teams in Manchester;
City and City reserves
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Saturday, 25 April 2009
NaPoWriMo (25) Saturday Scribes & ReadWritePoem
Written for NaPoWriMo day 25
I got the inspiration for this twin poem from two sources
Firstly from a prompt I saw on readwritepoem:
‘A woman left a poem for the milkman instead of a note.’
And secondly from the Saturday Scribes prompt:
Write a twin poem. With the theme; ‘What we need.’
My Mad Method: I wrote two poems, 1, a note for the milkman,
2, a little love poem. Then I cut out each line with a pair of
Scissors and randomly reconstructed the poems, the result is below.
WRONG NOTE
I wrote a note For the milkman
Two pints of sterra For the acrobat
A bokkle of orange To take to work
A pint of Jersey milk For her cornflakes
And a dirty big carton Packed with cream
Not the whatsit fingy Not that thin stuff
But the proper job Deep Devon clotted
A lump of sugar A slice of saffron cake
To suck in the rain The Hog’s pudding’s rising
This is a wish list
But somehow you know He got this poem instead
What we need is this I love you when I wake
I love you when I ache I love you in the morning
You’re my favourite Cup cake, butter fingers
If the truth be known
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I got the inspiration for this twin poem from two sources
Firstly from a prompt I saw on readwritepoem:
‘A woman left a poem for the milkman instead of a note.’
And secondly from the Saturday Scribes prompt:
Write a twin poem. With the theme; ‘What we need.’
My Mad Method: I wrote two poems, 1, a note for the milkman,
2, a little love poem. Then I cut out each line with a pair of
Scissors and randomly reconstructed the poems, the result is below.
WRONG NOTE
I wrote a note For the milkman
Two pints of sterra For the acrobat
A bokkle of orange To take to work
A pint of Jersey milk For her cornflakes
And a dirty big carton Packed with cream
Not the whatsit fingy Not that thin stuff
But the proper job Deep Devon clotted
A lump of sugar A slice of saffron cake
To suck in the rain The Hog’s pudding’s rising
This is a wish list
But somehow you know He got this poem instead
What we need is this I love you when I wake
I love you when I ache I love you in the morning
You’re my favourite Cup cake, butter fingers
If the truth be known
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If you like this you'll love The American Sandwich game.
Friday, 24 April 2009
NaPoWriMo (24) The American Sandwich
Written for NaPoWriMo day twenty-four.
Posted to Monday Poetry Train Revisited
Also linked this to Saturday Scribes
and any suggestions please?
Also linked this to Saturday Scribes
and any suggestions please?
How to play The American Sandwich game:
Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences.
Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences.
Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables.
Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.
Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.
Here's mine:
WILL MY LOVE
I carved a message on your tree, I put it there for all and sundry.
A heart, an arrow, and my name linked to yours, perhaps eternally.
Maybe, I should have waited, will my love be reciprocated?
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The Haunted House pics of my Jack and his band are on this POST
Thursday, 23 April 2009
NaPoWriMo (23) Totally Optional Prompts
Written for NaPoWriMo day twenty-three
and The American Sandwich game
Inspiration from Linda at
Totally Optional Prompts
Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.
RYTHM STICK
Hit me with a feather, not the one that's tied to the end of your string.
Not one that's heavier than the final straw that broke the Camel's back.
Hit me with your rythm stick, and I'll write poetry for you that rhymes.
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and The American Sandwich game
Inspiration from Linda at
Totally Optional Prompts
How to play The American Sandwich game:
Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences.
Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables. Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences.
Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.
RYTHM STICK
Hit me with a feather, not the one that's tied to the end of your string.
Not one that's heavier than the final straw that broke the Camel's back.
Hit me with your rythm stick, and I'll write poetry for you that rhymes.
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Wednesday, 22 April 2009
NaPoWriMo (22) Three Word Wednesday
Written for NaPoWriMo day twenty-two
and The American Sandwich game
inspired by 3WW the words this week are:
Deceit, Indulge and Oath.
Here's mine:
THREE WORD WHATSIT
"Here's your deceit, sir," said the man at the Fiddlers Ferry gas station.
"Hey, Mac, I asked for a receipt, what part of that don't you understand?"
"Sorry, sir, indulge me, I've taken the oath to play Three Word Whatsit!"
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and The American Sandwich game
inspired by 3WW the words this week are:
Deceit, Indulge and Oath.
Here's mine:
THREE WORD WHATSIT
"Here's your deceit, sir," said the man at the Fiddlers Ferry gas station.
"Hey, Mac, I asked for a receipt, what part of that don't you understand?"
"Sorry, sir, indulge me, I've taken the oath to play Three Word Whatsit!"
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Don't you know! It's never too late to take The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
Tuesday, 21 April 2009
NaPoWriMo (21) Tuesday NaisaiKu ReadWritePoem
Written for NaPoWriMo day twenty-one
Posted to ReadWritePoem
and The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
Looking down on the canal
SCAFFOLDING GOES UP
Looking down on the canal
The Venetian Church
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Posted to ReadWritePoem
and The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
Vingt-et-un, Pontoon!
Twenty-first century rocks!!
TWENTY-ONE TODAY
Twenty-first century rocks!!
Vingt-et-un, Pontoon!
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The Venetian ChurchTwenty-first century rocks!!
TWENTY-ONE TODAY
Twenty-first century rocks!!
Vingt-et-un, Pontoon!
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Looking down on the canal
SCAFFOLDING GOES UP
Looking down on the canal
The Venetian Church
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Monday, 20 April 2009
NaPoWriMo (20) Monday Poetry Train Revisited
Written for NaPoWriMo day twenty
inspired by a picture on Anil Sawan's blog
and posted to Monday Poetry Train Revisited
ROCK EYES
I look into her eyes and the more I look the more I start to see. Her right lines up with my left, incredibly I wait for her to blink. I sit quietly contemplating as the weather erodes the rock.
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aND dON'T fORGET it's never too late to take The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
inspired by a picture on Anil Sawan's blog
and posted to Monday Poetry Train Revisited
The American Sandwich have you tasted it yet?
Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences. Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables. Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.
Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences. Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables. Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.
ROCK EYES
I look into her eyes and the more I look the more I start to see. Her right lines up with my left, incredibly I wait for her to blink. I sit quietly contemplating as the weather erodes the rock.
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aND dON'T fORGET it's never too late to take The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
Saturday, 18 April 2009
NaPoWriMo (19) Sunday Scribblings "Language"
Written for Sunday Scribblings - Language prompt:
An American Sandwich
PURE POETRY
Biblical Babylonia was the melting pot of languages. The Language I speak today is English in one form or another. But the language of my heart is the language of love, pure poetry.
An American Sandwich
PURE POETRY
Biblical Babylonia was the melting pot of languages. The Language I speak today is English in one form or another. But the language of my heart is the language of love, pure poetry.
NaPoWriMo (18) Saturday Scribes
Written for NaPoWriMo day eighteen
and the Saturday Scribes prompt.
The theme this week is Listen
and the given words are
Fence, Eggshell, Ocean and Strum.
SPLISH
SPLASH
Splish
Splash the paint
all over the fence
eggshell white
Wait for it to dry
Ocean Boulevard
Splash
Thump the drum
thrumming with your thumb
strum the strings
Contemplate her cry
Crescendo Cascade
Splish
Splash splish...
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and the Saturday Scribes prompt.
The theme this week is Listen
and the given words are
Fence, Eggshell, Ocean and Strum.
SPLISH
SPLASH
Splish
Splash the paint
all over the fence
eggshell white
Wait for it to dry
Ocean Boulevard
Splash
Thump the drum
thrumming with your thumb
strum the strings
Contemplate her cry
Crescendo Cascade
Splish
Splash splish...
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Please note:
Eggshell White, Ocean Boulevard and Crescendo Cascade are all shades of paint.
You can check my new site The American Sandwich HERE
Eggshell White, Ocean Boulevard and Crescendo Cascade are all shades of paint.
You can check my new site The American Sandwich HERE
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