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Showing posts with label Poetic flash fiction in 51 syllables. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetic flash fiction in 51 syllables. Show all posts

Tuesday, 19 April 2022

14th/19

Napowrimo 2022

DAY #19

BUBBLY AS CHAMPAGNE

UNFINISHED POEM (part two)

Something old something new something borrowed something blue (something's gone wrong)

And the wedding cake blues goes on eat it for England eat your heart out

If you ever travel to the Pearl of the Orient you'll like this


Total recall is a bit like that too but can be really boring

You see the trouble is it drags on and pulls you back into the past

Random photograph's on an online blog site and one pops up of me


Fifty years old but everybody recognises me straight away

Sitting here in the provinces two hundred miles north of Manila

Drinking Red Horse after dark in the Kubo echo's of camping out


We go everywhere all of the time always have done always will do

Torquay Newquay Weymouth Blackpool Lytham Saint Anne's (and the North Wales coast)

Later but not much The Isle of Man Jersey Brittany St Malo


Normandy and the cider farms camping out in the apple orchards

We would jump the trains down to London from Manchester Piccadilly

To watch City play at Palace Chelsea Spurs West Ham and Arsenal


Got caught a few times but in those days you could give a dodgy address

Used to go up the Kings Road and Sloane Square never bought anything though

Jean Junction denim was king tie died tee shirts matching shirt and tie sets


The swinging sixties if you said you were there you probably were not

We were only kids but we had a freedom that kids today don't have

We could go away for days weeks and months sometimes without recompense


We hitched a lift got a ride from Stockport all the way to the big smoke

Then got a bed in the partitioned off bit of the Sally Army

It was in the transport part at Elephant and Castle stank of wazz


I bought a brand new towel and after washing at the communal sinks

I turned around and the towel was gone what a welcome to London town

You don't make the same mistake twice then it was off to hear the message


The Captain spoke about Barnardo's the shoe shines and the phossy girls

We've come a long way in a hundred years he said but much more to do

After prayers we went for the bacon and egg breakfast in the big hall


We knew all the jibs in London in those days and went to Centre Point

They gave us luncheon vouchers which we cashed in for cigarettes and Coke

At Saint Martins in the fields the vicar there gave us the train fare home


The seventies merged into the eighties and came and went so quickly

We knew everybody who was anybody and nobody cared

Almost all of the time we were too drunk to know who or where we were

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Friday, 15 April 2022

14th/15

Napowrimo 2022

DAY #15

SCRUFFY DOGS

The sun shines like the rain pours sometimes on the just and unjust alike

The grass isn't any greener in this place because of the sunshine

Nor does the amount of rainfall affect the temperature boo hoo


They climb up the anthill at the base of the sprawling tamarind tree

Mushrooms and other white fungi grows there too scruffy dogs sniff at it

The rain stays off until late morning but the sun gets ever hotter


Oceans dry up moons fall out of orbit a new Universe appears

We sit there waiting watching powerless to interfere with such things

Some of our people have already been taken others are waiting


If it's not the Ginebra that takes so long to come it's the tonic

Party's are like that sometimes too all of the food sitting there waiting

And no one's got an inkling what time the cake is going to be cut

15042022

Wednesday, 20 April 2016

Day Twenty


Week 476

Pacify
Rage
Scarce


Day Twenty

Here’s mine:

Flash Fiction in 51 Syllables

ONLY A GAME
After losing the big game, Dawn tries to pacify her Pet Robot. However scarce it may be for a Robot, he flies into a rage. Dave can’t see what all the fuss is about ‘it’s only a game’, he says.

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Wednesday, 13 April 2016

Day Thirteen


Melancholy
Nimble
Opaque

AFTER THE CRASH
Sometime after the crash, Dave had a touch of melancholy madness.
Dawn tried to console him, saying, ‘the windscreen was virtually opaque’.
The nimble pet robot had been behind the wheel, still Dave blamed himself.

130416

The prompt at NaPoWriMo today was a bit cookie, 
so I did the Wednesday thing at 3ww.

Wednesday, 9 March 2016

Three Word Wednesday Week 470

Week 470

Tasteful
Selfish
Realistic

Poetic Flash fiction in 51 syllables

THE NEW SHOES
Dawn bought a costume to go with the new shoes her husband Dave gave her. What a tasteful outfit thought her pet robot on the way from the store. I thought Dave was selfish but those glass slippers look so realistic.
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Wednesday, 30 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Conclusion

Acrid, Dramatic, Quarantine.
  
MAY RAIN
The thunder and the lightning frightening as a quarantine ward. The acrid stench only dampened by a dramatic downpour of May rain. April showers are a thing of the past; I've been saying that for years.
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2014 CONCLUSION
Hope you enjoyed NaPoWriMo this year. This was my sixth year and probably the hardest for me. Writing thirty poems in thirty days is always a challenge and this bout was no exception. I suppose the best you can hope for is five or six decent pieces in the month, but this time I feel only maybe two or three of mine will ever be seen beyond these pages. But of course it’s the taking part that counts, and if you didn't do it this year, maybe you could give it a try next April.

My Conclusion from 2013

Monday, 21 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Twenty-One

Day Twenty-One


A POSTCARD
When Dawn got a postcard from her ex boyfriend; she tried to hide it quick.
‘If Dave finds out about this,’ she told her pet robot, ‘I’ll be done for’.
Too late, Dave was out in the Batmobile loading his Kalashnikov’.
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My Day Twenty-One from 2013

Sunday, 28 April 2013

NaPoWriMo 2013 Day Twenty-Eight

NaPoWriMo 2013
Day Twenty-Eight

Poetic Flash Fiction in 51 Syllables!

SELLING SINGLES
They say that thugs are selling drugs to mugs, but who's selling cigs to kids? Don't you know that if you do one thing wrong, you're doing everything wrong. And they keep on selling singles to nine-year-olds at the corner shop!
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Day Twenty-Eight last year.

What will you write?

Sunday, 21 April 2013

NaPoWriMo 2013 Day Twenty-One

NaPoWriMo 2013
Day Twenty-One

Inspired by but not posted to the prompt at Sunday Whirl.

Poetic Flash Fiction in 51 Syllables

HEARTS HARDEN
Promise me you will shelter against the bomb, when infidels fire one. Resilience is time well spent, no matter what, the drugs will be shipped. Hearts harden to shock us, they want their land to thrive and ours to struggle.
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Day Twenty-One last year.