2015 Conclusion

CONCLUSION

Congratulations to everyone who completed this years challenge. I was just glad to make it to the end this time. Writing a poem a day is a great exercise but doesn't always bring out the best work. There were one or two pieces I was happy with and I guess that's all you can realistically hope for. This was my seventh year and yes, I am looking forward to 2016 and a new challenge next year.

Day Thirty

For Vivi and Sammy

SAMMY’S WAITING

Hey Vivi Vivi

So far away Wei Wei

Sammy jumped over the moon

And all Nanchang laughed to see such fun

Because Vivi is coming home soon

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Day Twenty Nine

Nearly there...

YOUR CALL

Every time she calls me up I’m sleeping

Weeping on my pillow the night time through

Rough as the proverbial you know what

Hatters aren't as mad as they've been painted

Tainted love jilted like John and his ilk

Silk ties are back in fashion at Oxfam

Families can't afford to shop there these days

Way too expensive for the average Joe

Joking aside why do they charge so much

Such and such and all her friends won't go there

Here I am still crying over spilt milk

Silk ties and fancy scarves will have to wait

It’s not as easy as some people think

Drinking myself to death over that girl

Shirley I’m too tired to answer your call

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Day Twenty Eight

BANANAS
There once was a man from Bahamas
who went everywhere in pyjamas
He thought it was cool
to look like a fool
But everyone said He's bananas
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Day Twenty Seven

BACKYARD BLUES...
barking up the wrong tree

the only tree that we've got

it’s mad to bark yourself

but we don't keep dogs

even if we did who’s to say

that they would bark

especially up a tree

just because we want them to

imagine that then

a dog that refuses to bark

refuses to go to the park

and play Frisbee

what sort of dog is that

he just sits in the backyard all day

taking in the winter sun

dreaming dreams about the pyramids

that they found in Tenerife

I bet he doesn't refuse to eat

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Day Twenty Six

FRANKED AND STAMPED

I drive past the church of complexity

They meet at ten and eleven a.m.

Every Sunday and sometimes on Monday

That’s it they go back to work when they're done

They're franked and stamped they're wrapped and packed away

Except for the odd Thursday once a month

Or is it every fortnight or six weeks

I don’t really pay that much attention

But lately it seems they've got more robots

They just stand in the car park getting wet

I do hope that they don’t get too rusty

I was a rusty robot once myself

They put me in the shop window to sell

No one bought me I didn't look too well

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Day Twenty Five

NICOLE (BAN)

Not many people know that

I’ve got a secret twin

And that she comes from China

The Great Wall and Beijing

When I look in the mirror

I'm a dead ringer for her

Not really really really

Our birthdays we just share

Now everybody knows that

Nicole’s my secret twin

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Day Twenty Four

BANGING

BANGING

Head’s banging like drums and dreams

Drumming for dreams that keep on banging

They're inside his head now trying to escape

Insisting that he bangs on the pipes too

The pipes where they dry the orange peel

That they roll with tobacco are always hot

Another tattooist a needle another tattoo

One last cigarette before they cough  

He sells his last pair of shoes for something to eat

Pulls the wet curtains around him and tries to sleep

The curtains that double as a towel and a sheet

Hanging from the landing dangling out to dry 

Banging the drum for the western dream

To croak in the land of the soft ice cream

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Happy St. Georges...

CONFOUNDED
Dawn and Dave and their pet robot
went walking along the old railroad.
But the track ran out at the roundabout
across the street from Lidl.
They went round and round the confounded
thing then got stuck in the middle.
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Day Twenty Two

NOT KOSHER

The train like time waits for no man

Coffee and cigarettes and wine

All banned by the white tooth brigade

If it’s not kosher don’t it eat 

Please don't breathe in secondhand smoke

Telling pork pies not eating them

Wishing I wasn't a fat pig

Gluttony will get you nowhere

Unless you buy the next size dress

Sitting there waiting for the train

I heard a little boy shouting

Mummy I’m too big for my shorts

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Here's a little something for Holly : Holly's Fine

Day Twenty One

OTHER CAKES
Lots of things to do
Sudoku and all that jazz
Other cakes to bake
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Day Twenty

MADEMOISELLE 

Down in her basement kitchenette

Across the street from Lafayette

Healing kittens

She was smitten

She thought she was some kind of vet

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Submitted to Mad Kane's blog the word this week was VET.

Day Nineteen

PASTA

Some say

Marco Polo

Brought it back from China

Others that that was just a myth

Pasta   

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Day Eighteen

MAGNETIC DREAMS

Flying tricycles

In the same airspace as drones

Like magic carpets

The Rickshaw driver

Chasing a penny farthing

Only he can fly

Here comes the future

Forget about yesterday

Stick with the present

The home aerodrome

In fields of magnetic dreams

Not in my backyard

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And here's something for Shirley!!!

Day Seventeen

The prompt was to write a cinquain, here's my attempt:

HAT TRICK

Lily’s

always smiling

with wonderful blue eyes

that trickle well up waterfall

sometimes

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Here's one I did in 2008 Secret Seat

Day Sixteen

TALL
Why does everybody look so tall
even when I'm standing on the wall
Please don't let me slip
I can hardly grip
Flippin' 'eck I think that I might fall
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Day Fifteen

MUSHROOM PICKERS

somebody’s walking in the woods

who’s walking in  the woods

worse (verse) still who’s talking

talking is not permitted in the woods

we have rules in this country

they must be strictly adhered to

under punishment of decapitation

or electrocution if available

remember those little children

that strayed into the woods one day

they were never to be seen again

so keep out of the woods

or the mushroom pickers will get you

and if you go there don't talk

or they may cut out your tongue

perhaps worse much worse (verse)

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Day Fourteen

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

Love that’s unconditional sweeps over us in waves

we don't hear much about that kind of love these days

it’s all about the dollar and how much we don’t have

we all love money don't we we need it anyway

even if it’s evil we still have bills to pay

take the emphasis off we and heap it onto you

don’t hide your light under a bushel or your loot

sell your house and car and your caravan of wives

so that you’ve got something to give to those poor slaves

when love that’s unconditional sweeps over you in waves

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Day Thirteen

sleep makes everything alright until you feel tired oh so tired again

MISS BROODY

moody funday monday moody

after dark won't bring back sunday

what think you ‘bout that miss broody

don't you worry it’s nearly tuesday

saucy suzette can be so rude

if she wants to be to me blue

and she do so don’t give me no

rabbit hutch to munch for lunch girl

fish day friday at the chippy

don’t go smother mine with curry

sleep makes everything okay though

until you feel so tired again

moody funday monday moody

after dark won't bring back sunday

what think you ‘bout that miss broody

don't you worry it’s nearly tuesday

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Day Twelve

DEPRESSION

After a great high comes a massive fall

the brick wall that I just hit is still up

and standing apart from a great big hole
but I'm not I'm flat out pushing up bricks

crying myself to sleep under the quilt
trying to tell the Doctor in my head

she's gone when she's gone there's no banging on

no hanging on to the world or that girl
because she's gone when she's done and she's gone

 no harping on for the world when they've won
we scored the first and last goal and the rest
oh so absurd I confess I'm depressed
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