NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Thirty

WAITING FOR APRIL SHOWERS
Sitting here waiting for the rain again
again and again I plead with the gods
god of rain I say please make it pour forth
forthrightly I beeseech you where you sit.

Wonderful weather brings all kinds of noise
noise that shakes the house to the foundations
foundations vibrating in annoyance
annoying me, and that's not wonderful.

Please, Eudora please, Zeus please send us rain
rain down on the just, just like the fallen
fall out from rain clouds otherwise blue skies
ski-daddle the noisy noise makers please.

May I have more rain than April showers
showers that will come with the first of May.
30042011

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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Twenty Nine

HABITAT TICKETS
People buy tickets for most things these days
days at the races, football, and baseball
baseball boots, basketball, and basketballs
balls to kick and balls to throw at people.

Jon bought a ticket to fly to the moon
money well spent, said the salesman, I bet.
Better get your cup final ticket quick!
Quick quick quick, before they all sell out Jon.

No invitation to the royal do?
Do you want one? There's this bloke on Ebay!
Ebay Joe, they call him, Weddings & co.
Come on, put your hand in your pocket, no?

Habitat tickets for the spoil wedding
Wedding nun's trying to kick the habit.
29042011

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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Twenty Eight

UNDERSTANDING ALICE
Understanding is the beginning of confusion
the more I think I understand
the more confused I become.

Love is like that sometimes, it befuddles you
just when you think it's safe to say boo
a gooseberry hits you on the head.

Who was it that said:
Never say ...
oh never mind!

Of course confusion could be
the beginning of understanding
take the chaos theory for instance.

Or scalextrics, subuteo and Alice?
I never could fathom them out either.
28042011

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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Twenty Seven

The words this week at Three Word Wednesday are:
Foolish, Relish, and Mercy.

Here's my attempt:

ETERNITY MELTS

Woden's day, woe betide the evening
Even now while the day is young there's death
Death without mercy for the numberless
Numberless, nameless nations of Woden.

Even though we wish it not so so soon
So soon it will come without mercy, death
Deathly death and the foolish are afraid
Afraid like Virginia Woolf even?

Yet there is life for us to live today
Today, tomorrow and beyond to hell
Hellishness of hell the foolish relish
Relishing the blood without mercy yet.

Eternity meets time externally
Externally melts time, eternity...
27042011

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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Twenty Six

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YO BRAVO
Nic spells it out and shouts in frustration
frustrating me too, tarred with the same brush
brush strokes for beginners, alphabet blues
blue words for fingertip spelling with Nic.

Repeat after me, and do it like this
this is the best way to do it for her,
her sight has gone, and she can hardly hear,
hearing is so difficult, I repeat.

Alpha beat a gammer with a stick, no
no, no, that's the wrong alphabet, geek!
Geek: it's all Greek to me, he starts to shriek!
Shriek and you shall find, what's after alpha?

Bravo, Charlie said, and dealt her echo
echo of new fangled things, yo bravo!
26042011

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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Twenty Five

Original post Day 25 2009

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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Day 25 2011
PURGATORY PERHAPS?
Paradise for those that can see beyond this place
for those that can hear and respond to what's being said
purgatory perhaps, if you can't glean the words
shady as hades on a day that's hot as hell
shadow dancin' fairies, their wings catching the light
but she can't see them now, or maybe only she
can see them in her minds eye, as she switches off
and tunes in to a much greater reality
than this hear paradise that we think we can see.
25042011

NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Twenty Four

Original post Day 24 2009

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.

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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Day 24 2011
SUNDAY COMES
Sunday comes, nearly goes before sundown
down on the sunny sunny funny farm
farming like daisies on top of the world
worlds away from cranks and crowds, Sunday comes.
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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Twenty Three

ORIGINAL POST - Napowrimo DAY 23 2009

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.
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.
230409

Day 23 2010

Day 23 2011
WHILE THE GENIUS WAITS ON
Sitting out in the red hot April sun
Sunday's waiting but Saturday's not done
not done nothin' but complain - rain makers
makin' the clouds burst, mutton-dressed-as-lamb.

lambs to the slaughter, tambourines banging
banging like dogs barkin' - waiting for rain
rain dancin' while the genius waits on
on and on they go provoking the sky.

Sky blue skies turn grey laughing at the land
land of milk and honey, where you're sitting...
23042011

NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Twenty Two

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FOR NICOLA
Oscar sierra Charlie alpha Romeo
Whisky India Lima delta echo
Tango Oscar Lima delta Mike echo
Tango Oscar Whisky Romeo India tango echo
India tango Lima India kilo echo
Tango hotel India sierra
22042011

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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Twenty One

My Ghazal attempt as prompted at NaPoWriMo.net

Here's one I wrote some time ago from a slightly different set of rules to the one I wrote today.

LATE AT NIGHT
There's someone like you that he likes to meet late at night.
She puts on her face and her dancing feet late at night.

Late and later all the better he loves to date her,
dancing to, rocking to, socking the beat late at night.

The beautiful truth comes out when she opens her mouth
to speak in his ear, and her smile's so sweet late at night.

Close and closer all the better, he loves to get to
her red hot body, he can feel the heat late at night.

Natasha is dancing, she rewinds her mind, only
to find, that her lover is such a cheat late at night.
21042011
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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Twenty

I got the idea for this one from the NaPoWriMo site:
Today's challenge is to write a poem about something you've overheard.

So, I've cobbled together a few phrases that my Grandmother frequently used:

DO THE CHARLESTON
Such a pity Kitty
Nutty as a fruitcake
Sitting there like Piffy
Now't to do for gods sake

Lolling on about Harry
It's as clear as a pikestye
He's happy as Larry
If he could see me cry

There's nothing I can do
As sure as eggs are eggs
As soon as look at you
Rattling on about pegs

When Harry's back at sea
Do the Charleston with me
20042011

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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Nineteen

Loosely based on the NaPoWriMo prompt: Pick a color
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MELLOW YELLOW
me no like blue bananas
I don't like green cream cheese
he don't like red pyjamas
she don't like purple bees

me don't like pink elephants
I don't like orange apes
he don't like candy stripe tent
she don't like rainbow grapes

me do like yellow muffins
I do like yellow buns
he do like yellow custard
she do like yellow suns

we love you mellow yellow
yellow yellow yellow...
19042011

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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Eighteen

Brenda W offered the following words as a wordle: recounts, crude, crescendo, sprouting, flattery, message, perfume, forever, inept, scars, phrase, silver.

Here's the thingy I made from it:

CRESCENDO
She's sprouting like my silver nutmeg tree
but why the hell did she delete the phrase
that message wasn't meant to be so crude
the way that she recounts it anyway.

Sure flattery will get her everywhere
but she best leave that perfume in the drawer.
She's so inept at making up to me
those mental scars forever on her mind
that stifle the crescendo of her scream.
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Porcini Pizza
Tomato Mozzarella
Champignon Funghi
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Porcini Pizza
Tomato Mozzarella
FUNGHI WOW FUNGHI
Mozzarella Tomato
Pizza Porcini
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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Sixteen

BANG BANG BANG
Hey, I wanna put a bit of fun back
Like Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid
When they went for a job as payroll guards
And the old mine boss asked them to
Shoot some tin cans off a wall
They took aim fired and missed
The old man said no way Jose and started to walk
Butch called after him can I move now Mister?
What you mean move? said the old guy
Spitting out his chewing tobacco
Butch and The Kid drew their six-shooters
Bang bang bang the cans flew up in the air
And they shot 'em down again before they landed
You got the job boys! when can you start?
16042011

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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Fifteen

The prompt at NaPoWriMo.net is to write a sonnet.

STOLEN LOVE
What is it that you want and why ask me
Why is it that you always have to leave
I don't envisage half the things you see
And when you go will you leave me to grieve

Each day you spent with me in the garden
Seemed like a lifetime full of stolen love
I remember when we were just children
And you would climb high in the tree above

The apples that you threw down to the ground
Confirmed your love for me and made me smile
How I wish that those days were still around
And we could take the boat out to the Isle

I sit here waiting for you to return
Till past midnight and watch the candle burn
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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Fourteen

SPINNING FREE
Since you said that you loved me
like a fool I believed you
I wouldn't want to argue
'cos you know better than me
I'm writing this to tell you
that the world is spinning free
round and round my head it goes
up and down where no one knows
why does it do that to me
why do you allow it to
you're the one that I adore
since you said that you loved me
14042011

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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Thirteen

FOR DAY THIRTEEN: THE BAKER'S DOZEN! OR: UNLUCKY FOR SOME?

THE BAKER'S DOZEN
Every baker's dozen makes me wanna bake
Bake a cake, to take to kindergarten...
Kindda makes me wanna make one to eat
Eat it all up! All the good boys do that...

Rapunzel! you really must eat it all
All the cake on the plate, and when you're done
Down another one if you like, only...
Only then you'll have to make thirteen more.

Zustellung to them, those grim kids at school...
School children will like to eat them like this.
That is if we bake 'em at the hotel!
Hotel baking always tastes much better.

Eat it all up! like the good boys do now...
Now you know that this will last for ever.
13042011

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About the FlameThrower!

FLAME THROWER
I've been writing these daft poems for a couple of years now and the best name I can conjure up for them is FlameThrower! I have done several versions of them, but I think I may now have a form.
THE SEVEN STANZA FT
There was one I wrote for last years NaPoWriMo, that I really liked, but at seven four line stanza's, I think it's not quite what I'm looking for as a form. It was a bit different from the ones I've been writing this April because each four line stanza was a complete mini-flame-thrower by itself.
ACROSTIC FLAME THROWER
Some of the recent FlameThrower! posts I have made, like Coincidentally have had an acrostic word inbedded in them. I also toyed with the idea of an acrostic anagram, but I think that may well be a bridge too far.
HOW MANY LINES?
The other inconsistancy, is the fact that some of my FlameThrower's are twelve lines long while others have fourteen. In the case of the seven stanza FT there are of course twenty-eight lines.
However, I have decided that my FT's look best with three four line stanza's and a two line conclusion, giving me a total line count of fourteen.
EACH LINE
Each line has ten syllables, that's always been the case and that's the way I think it should stay.
CONCLUSION?
So what's the conclusion? Well the problem is, I haven't reached one yet. I intend to write a few more samples of the FlameThrower! form before the end of this April's NaPoWriMo, and after that I will publish my conclusion sometime during the first week of May.

NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Twelve

NAPOWRIMO.NET
The Day Eight prompt at NaPoWroMo.net was to write a nursery rhyme. 4 to 6 lines, 3-5 accented syllables per line (don’t worry about making them iambs or dactyls or what…as long as your lines are short), and of course, a rhyme or two.

Here's my attempt:

COLONEL GADAFFI
Colonel Gadaffi had the will
to slaughter his own people
he drove a tank to knock them down
and tied them to a steeple
12042011

And here's one that I wrote for my son Jack about seventeen years ago:

LITTLE JACK BATTY.
Little Jack Batty
Sat on a tatty
Eating his Ploughman's Lunch
His breakfast all done,
And his dinner to come
And said, 'What a nice bit of brunch!'
Previously published in Proper Trog and other Nursery Nonsense...

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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Eleven

Brenda put a wordle together for todays prompt.
Laugh, Corrugated, Gloomy, Hovels, Words, Feeble,
Crucial, Hum, Cobwebs, Dandelion, Scrambling, Ash.

SHOUTS FROM THE TOP FLOOR
Scrambling over hot Parisian coals,
the heat underfoot making his feet bleed,
He stumbles on the ash in the attic.
Taking a slurp of dandelion soup.
The corrugated cardboard cut-out girl
at the counter starts to laugh as he hums.
Words escape as she sings a feeble song,
the cobwebs vibrate in the gloomy room.

It's crucial that these hovels be demolished soon!
a do-gooder shouts from the top floor of Modigliani's house.
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STOP PRESS
ONE OF MY ANTI-SMOKING POEMS
Day Eleven 2010
THE POEM THAT WROTE ITSELF
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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Ten

The prompt at Sunday Scribblings today is Befuddled.

SHE CAN LAUGH
In the cobwebs of her mind
she can see to tell the time
if she could walk like you and me
she'd ride a bike and learn to ski
she writes the words that others read.

She builds castles in the sky
she knows the flowers by their smell
then today she said to me:
You know the grass is really green
and I can smell a yellow flower
is it growing on the ground
or is it hanging off a tree?

I told her that I saw it too
It's beautiful, a dandelion
there's more than one there's two or three
they're all growing on the ground
and there's blossom on this tree.

She said she's going to Africa
to feel a Water Buffalo
on a touching safari.
Mystified and befuddled
I asked her if she likes Giraffes?
That's how I know that she can laugh.
10042011

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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Nine

VARIETY
Variety can be incredibly
Incredibly boring and totally
Totally not the spice of life, random!
Random conundrum, humdrum universe.
Universal explanation varies
Variety can be incredibly
Incredibly boring actually.
Actually not more than nothingness
Nothing could be worse, less even than more.

More more more! they clamour expecting all.
All or nothing that's what they want, nothing.
Nothing plus nothing makes variety.
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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Eight

Thank you for taking a moment to read this.
The prompt was to write the weirdest poem.
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SATKONA
Satkona inverted automata
Automata and connective-physics
Connected with rosicrucianism
Rosicrucian and eroticism
Erotica can be detrimental
Detrimental like the denial of gods...

God the gods and Enochian magic
Enochian magic and the others
Other one's other worlds Metaphysics
Metaphysical help I don't meat-eat
Eating away at playing with tantric
Tantric guru something remedial
Remedial mantra for my yantra
Yantra held star of David Satkona
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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Seven

The words at 3WW this week are:
Adamant, Fabricate, and Peculiar.

Also posted to Writer's Island.
Here's mine:

A CRAPPA

Adamant, fabricate, peculiar.
Could be an anagram of:
Republican face
at Adami Art.
Perhaps or maybe:
Paint it a flame-red?
A Cuba car!
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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Six

COINCIDENTALLY
Coincidentally he fell over
Over he tumbled and stumbled inside.
Inside the house was a boy called Norman
Norman was glad that the other boy came.

Come in why don't you, you idiotic!
Idiotic? that's what you think, do you?
Do you know how stupid you sound, empty?
Empty? But my glass is half full, Norman!

Norman Bigglesworth to you, little titch!
Titch? Dream on Biggles bumpkin you fat arse!
Arsenal is a football team, you loser!
Loser, bruiser, names don't hurt me Loser!

Loser? I think you're probably yellow!
Yellow, yes you coincidentally...
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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Five

GUESS WHO?
Guess who? but you know who you are don't you?
You yeah you don't wanna talk to me now!
Now I know you don't. No! 'cos talkin' hurts.
Hurts behind your mind, penetrates your soul.

Your soul that you inhabit that you love.
Love her like you told me you loved me once
Once when all in the garden was rosy
Rosy, red, rouge, where are you hiding now?

Now I know you don't. No! 'cos talkin' hurts.
Hurts like the hell fire that you've put me through
Through the mangle until I'm almost flat
Flat enough to post myself back to you.

You yeah you don't wanna talk to me now!
Now that you've got it all, but me, guess who?
05042011

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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Four

TIME LINES
You've got a terrible cough, she told me.
What about your cerebral sneeze I thought.
If only things were different, if only...
If only I had stayed back there, back then.

The grass is always greener, she mumbled.
Tuning in to my procrastination.

But what does she know of my other life?
Why should she care, she will never go there
Never spend time on a different line
She's not that sort of girl and she knows it.

So why does she have to sneeze me back here?
And pour that cough medicine down my throat!
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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Three

WELCOME
Okay it's day three of Napowrimo already, and I'm worried sick about going to the hospital on Tuesday, surgeons always recommend surgery like butchers always want to sell you meat. I wrote the piece below before I checked last years Day Three offering, and there's a remarkable similarity in the style. Phew!

ACROSTIC
acrostic in this format would be crude
crude as the oil that makes those men rich
rich like they say they need to operate
operate in a makeshift surgery
surgery for any fool they can take
take out his organ or that one or if...

if this is the way that they do it crude
crude as a rhyme that thinks it's a sonnet
sonnet surgery in operation
operation that nobody needs now
now listen we need to operate now
now is the time while you're still young enough

enough is enough I can't see the time
time to forgive and forget acrostic
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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Two

Here's a little song that I offer for Day Two.

ETERNALLY
eternally through time I'm still falling
falling out with you 'I love you lady'
lady of the night please take my candle
candle wax will stick like glue - me to you

you know I love you I already said
said more than you wanted to hear I'm sure
sure as eggs are eggs - don't poached just beat fried?
fried rice and steamed veg followed by some pud!

pud would be good on a night that's this cold
cold like your heart and the soul that you sold
sold your body sold your mind to someone
someone else that is, never to me though

though you now know that I would take you home
home to my home with me eternally

Repeat

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NaPoWriMo 2011 Day One

DAY ONE
April is National Poetry Writing Month in America.
Many poets commit themselves to writing thirty poems in thirty days.
I had a go last year and in 2009 and although I didn't write anything brilliant, I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. So here I am sitting at the keyboard, waiting for inspiration...

MAGIC
Magic
The Magician
Pulls rabbits out of hats
I wish that I could do that too
Tricky
01042011

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