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Tuesday, 18 April 2017
Tuesday, 16 September 2014
Proper nonsense...
LOGICAL DITTOES
Letters of condolence are in the
post
Oust et est sans le twain shall
meet
Gentlemen please it’s oh so
important
Inglenook fireplace and all of that
jazz
Clouting the ball way into the
distance
Azerbaijani and pigeons in pies
Lying about his guilt and still
cheating
Dirty past midnight something
Important to remember your
manners
The distance is vast between
east and west
Toolkits for something midnight past dirty
Oust houses these days are
mainly in Kent
Eating disorders and off with
their heads out
Spanners and wrenches and all of
your tools
160914/1
DIALECTOLOGIST
(REVEALED)
Dirty past midnight something
Inglenook fireplace and all of that jazz
Azerbaijani and pigeons in pies
Lying about his guilt and still cheating
Eating disorders and off with their heads out
Clouting the ball way into the distance
The distance is vast between east and west
Oust et est sans le twain shall meet
Letters of condolence are in the post
Oust houses these days are mainly in Kent
Gentlemen please it’s oh so important
Important to remember your manners
Spanners and wrenches and all of your tools
Toolkits for something midnight past dirty
160914
Monday, 15 April 2013
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day Fifteen
Day Fifteen
She don’t see things that way no more
No more than she ever did how’s about you
Useless as a broken tambourine
Urination is hardly the answer
Swerving dodging left field and right
And writing down every rite of passage
Sage and onion would make a better stuffing
Stuff like that always bugs her sideways
Wayside in the jungle of discontent
Tentative as it might be she must discuss it
Cuss it or swear on oath or her babies’ life
Living that way isn't the answer ever
Everest is the tallest mountain still
Illuminate her a little bit more
150413
LAWSUITS CENSUS
(SHE DON’T REVEALED)
Living that way isn't the answer ever
And writing down every rite of passage
Wayside in the jungle of discontent
Stuff like that always bugs her sideways
Useless as a broken tambourine
Illuminate her a little bit more
Tentative as it might be she must discuss it
Sage and onion would make a better stuffing
Cuss it or swear on oath or her babies’ life
Everest is the tallest mountain still
No more than she ever did how’s about you
Swerving dodging left field and right
Urination is hardly the answer
She don’t see things that way no more
150413/1
Halfway last year.
Monday, 9 April 2012
Day Nine
NaPoWriMo 2012
Here's mine:
EASTER EGGS
Fascinated by the things that we learn
Learning to love life again and again
And again things are different there's much
Much more to think about than Easter eggs
Egocentric as that may sound it's true
Truth then lies and more lies they really hurt
Hurting the bone and marrow from the rear
Rearing up towards that operation
Operate on someone else I won't wait
Waiting rooms are just for emergency
Emergency ward ten on a re-run
Running out of space I'm fascinated
09042012
Here's mine:
EASTER EGGS
Fascinated by the things that we learn
Learning to love life again and again
And again things are different there's much
Much more to think about than Easter eggs
Egocentric as that may sound it's true
Truth then lies and more lies they really hurt
Hurting the bone and marrow from the rear
Rearing up towards that operation
Operate on someone else I won't wait
Waiting rooms are just for emergency
Emergency ward ten on a re-run
Running out of space I'm fascinated
09042012
Here's my Day Nine from 2011
Sunday, 5 February 2012
Haiku Challenge 2012 - Day 5
| T | O | T |
| O | X | O |
| T | O | T |
| Tot | over | talent |
| onto | xylophone | onto |
| talent | over | tot |
Haiku Challenge 2012
Here's mine:
TOT
Tot over talent
Onto xylophone onto
Talent over tot
05022012
Onto xylophone onto
Talent over tot
05022012
And here's a real acrostic poem.
| 1 | 2 | 2 |
| 2 | 3 | 2 |
| 2 | 2 | 1 |
Saturday, 3 December 2011
Song # 701 REVEALED
UNDER THE WALLPAPER (REVEALED)
Wednesday morning out on the town if only...
Only it won't be the same without Natasha
Natasha, makes the difference and I don't
Don't don't think things will change that much ever
Every time I think of her she returns
Returns to the mental picture fuzzy
Fuzzy so fuzzy she's fading under
Under the wallpaper where do I look
Lookalikes will never match yesterday
Yes she is my wonderful my only
Only one in this world that understands
Under the wallpaper where do I look
02122011
Wednesday morning out on the town if only...
Only it won't be the same without Natasha
Natasha, makes the difference and I don't
Don't don't think things will change that much ever
Every time I think of her she returns
Returns to the mental picture fuzzy
Fuzzy so fuzzy she's fading under
Under the wallpaper where do I look
Lookalikes will never match yesterday
Yes she is my wonderful my only
Only one in this world that understands
Under the wallpaper where do I look
02122011
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
What was cotton?
Here's a couple of Cottonopolis poems.
If you want to read what I said about
Cottonopolis before, check this.
WHAT WAS COTTON? (STOLON OCTOPI)
Sloppy Joe's, mee-mawing, 'what was cotton?'
There they were knocking up the worlds trousers
Once upon a time when the mills were here
Lentil soup for supper, I think, innit?
Outer Mongolia's, eating lentils
Now that the post production rot's got out
Only who could spin a yarn like that now
Cotton was the pride of Manchester once
Trousers that would change the world if only...
Outside in the cold light of day pissed up
Pissed off with the way that they've been kicked out
Innit! and a bit of bread with your slop...
18102011/6
If you want to read what I said about
Cottonopolis before, check this.
WHAT WAS COTTON? (STOLON OCTOPI)
Sloppy Joe's, mee-mawing, 'what was cotton?'
There they were knocking up the worlds trousers
Once upon a time when the mills were here
Lentil soup for supper, I think, innit?
Outer Mongolia's, eating lentils
Now that the post production rot's got out
Only who could spin a yarn like that now
Cotton was the pride of Manchester once
Trousers that would change the world if only...
Outside in the cold light of day pissed up
Pissed off with the way that they've been kicked out
Innit! and a bit of bread with your slop...
18102011/6
WHAT WAS COTTON? (REVEALED)
Cotton was the pride of Manchester once
Once upon a time when the mills were here
There they were knocking up the worlds trousers
Trousers that would change the world if only...
Only who could spin a yarn like that now
Now that the post production rot's got out
Outside in the cold light of day pissed up
Pissed off with the way that they've been kicked out
Outer Mongolia's, eating lentils
Lentil soup for supper, I think, innit?
Innit! and a bit of bread with your slop...
Sloppy Joe's, mee-mawing, 'what was cotton?'
17102011/3
Here's one I did last week: My Acrostic poem with 36 different anagrams of the acrostic word. The Acrostic word was Constantinople, I then shuffled up the letters and made anagrams like: Platonic Sonnet and Non Poetic Slant. You can read the complete 37 versions of this poem HERE
Cotton was the pride of Manchester once
Once upon a time when the mills were here
There they were knocking up the worlds trousers
Trousers that would change the world if only...
Only who could spin a yarn like that now
Now that the post production rot's got out
Outside in the cold light of day pissed up
Pissed off with the way that they've been kicked out
Outer Mongolia's, eating lentils
Lentil soup for supper, I think, innit?
Innit! and a bit of bread with your slop...
Sloppy Joe's, mee-mawing, 'what was cotton?'
17102011/3
Here's one I did last week: My Acrostic poem with 36 different anagrams of the acrostic word. The Acrostic word was Constantinople, I then shuffled up the letters and made anagrams like: Platonic Sonnet and Non Poetic Slant. You can read the complete 37 versions of this poem HERE
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Twenty Seven
The words this week at Three Word Wednesday are:
Foolish, Relish, and Mercy.
Here's my attempt:
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
Foolish, Relish, and Mercy.
Here's my attempt:
ETERNITY MELTS
Woden's day, woe betide the eveningEven 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
Posted to Writer's Island
Saturday, 9 April 2011
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.
09042011
Posted to Writer's Island
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.
09042011
Posted to Writer's Island
Friday, 8 April 2011
NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Eight
Thank you for taking a moment to read this.
The prompt was to write the weirdest poem.
Posted to Writer's Island
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
08042011
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The prompt was to write the weirdest poem.
Posted to Writer's Island
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
08042011
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Thursday, 7 April 2011
NaPoWriMo 2011 Day Seven
The words at 3WW this week are:
Adamant, Fabricate, and Peculiar.
Also posted to Writer's Island.
Here's mine:
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!
07042011
Could be an anagram of:
Republican face
at Adami Art.
Perhaps or maybe:
Paint it a flame-red?
A Cuba car!
07042011
Wednesday, 6 April 2011
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...
06042011
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Proper Joe's
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...
06042011
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Proper Joe's
Sunday, 3 April 2011
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!
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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
03042011
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
03042011
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Monday, 12 April 2010
NaPoWriMo 2010 Day 12
NAPOWRIMO 2010 DAY 12
SECRET CODES
We are more than one-third through NaPoWriMo. If you feel like you’ve started to make things up (two parts desperation, one part coffee grinds), then Carolee Sherwood’s prompt for Day 12 will play into your hand. Make up a secret code. Begin by writing a few nonsense sentences, like “The raindrops tap out a cry for help” or “The dandelions are saying all at once, ‘You are overwhelmed.’” The formula is easy: come up with a message and assign it to something unlikely. Remember, of course, that inanimate objects can speak and that signs and symbols may be nonverbal. Once you have a few sentences, select the one that is most intriguing to you and use it to start a poem.
HERE'S MINE:
This prompt was right up my street! I love secret codes and messages and riddles and anagrams. I think I strayed from Carolee's prompt, but it was the prompt that got me to write this. So:
EATING DAFF'S
Emit the tin age man drank all the gin
ate all the food and then swallowed
the gate. In the garden the daffodils
in bloom are eating all the daisies
now the daisies are eating daff's for lunch.
Ganite, the food agent I met Monday
declared it an eating disorder,
and said: But don't get in a pickle
fret not or the eating daff's may
fear that they will be beaten
soon, how would you unscramble this?
12042+10
SECRET CODES
We are more than one-third through NaPoWriMo. If you feel like you’ve started to make things up (two parts desperation, one part coffee grinds), then Carolee Sherwood’s prompt for Day 12 will play into your hand. Make up a secret code. Begin by writing a few nonsense sentences, like “The raindrops tap out a cry for help” or “The dandelions are saying all at once, ‘You are overwhelmed.’” The formula is easy: come up with a message and assign it to something unlikely. Remember, of course, that inanimate objects can speak and that signs and symbols may be nonverbal. Once you have a few sentences, select the one that is most intriguing to you and use it to start a poem.
HERE'S MINE:
This prompt was right up my street! I love secret codes and messages and riddles and anagrams. I think I strayed from Carolee's prompt, but it was the prompt that got me to write this. So:
EATING DAFF'S
Emit the tin age man drank all the gin
ate all the food and then swallowed
the gate. In the garden the daffodils
in bloom are eating all the daisies
now the daisies are eating daff's for lunch.
Ganite, the food agent I met Monday
declared it an eating disorder,
and said: But don't get in a pickle
fret not or the eating daff's may
fear that they will be beaten
soon, how would you unscramble this?
12042+10
Sunday, 11 January 2009
Sunday Scribblings "Organic"
Written for Sunday Scribblings - Organic prompt.
ORGANIC
POETRY
Organic poetry sounds good to me!
Rhymes but it doesn’t have to don’t you know?
Ghazal, I only tried it once to see...
Acrostic? No not me, I’m much too slow.
Narrative not necessarily free.
Iambic pentameter starts to crow,
Cinquain has two four six eight two to show.
Poetry is much too complicated.
Ode in olden days, she’s set in her ways!
Elegy is no allergy dated,
Tanka haiku,thank you, which way you say?
Renga, Jenga, they all fall down, hated.
Yazoo and Gibbo and all the gang, hey!
Saturday, 18 October 2008
Sunday Scribblings "My Style"
Written for Sunday Scribblings prompt : My Style
MY
STYLE
Right side up wrong side down which way to go
Everest is the highest mountain still
Every day someone tries to change the rules
So you want to know what my style is hey?
Then you’re going to have to give and take
Yesterday was different to today
Lines come and go, tomorrow who can tell?
Every day is different to the next.
I’ve not got a lot to say about form
Soon there will be more forms than there are poems
Many times I try to do the right thing
Yet, every time I fail and fail again.
Still want to know hey? Freestyle is my style
Too many people try to get it right
Yesterday was simple, now things are hard.
Lessons are continually being taught
Every day something new makes me forget.
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