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Monday 30 April 2018

Day Thirty


The massive moon highlights the newborn day
no wonder that The Ancient Ones
thought that there were two suns and
those UFO'S that hide behind the clouds
are drawn to her in droves much like the tides
that rise by her magnetic pull and
even though she's fading now into the grey
being sucked up to the eye piece end of
the telescope of day as daylight turns to dawn
there's nothing more to say 300418

Sunday 29 April 2018

Day Twenty-Nine


The seasons they change so fast
they come and go before you know
the leaves fall down onto the ground
and after winter's had her way
they spring back up upon the trees
the countryside brought to her knees
summer's waiting in the breeze
we have four seasons down our way
some places though have only two
hot and hotter or cold and colder
our end of course it's cold and cool
and warm and warmer if we're sweet
it never really gets too hot or cold
unless we're freezing feeling old
like Karl and Tracy I've been told
who just moved to Mali Timbuktu
what's the weather like down there
we asked but no-one really cares

Saturday 28 April 2018


To create the perfect dish
you need two types of pepper
sometimes three or four
add a touch of salt and sage
garlic ginger chives and celery
work your way through the alphabet
adding beans and butter butter beans if you like
avocado aubergine any combination of fruits
and/or veg pasta and potatoes and legumes
as long as there are two or three or more of each
and every letter under the English alphabet sun
sunflower oil and saffron I think you get the idea
mix it all up into an edible splodge
but don't forget that presentation is King
and perhaps Queen too for all of you domestic
goddesses out there Brighid and Branwen
Nike and Nyx Marici or Mama Killa
if they won't do chuck it in the skillet mix it to death
don't overdo it make sure you kill it and don't forget
that chips and chocolate round about midnight
on Tuesday and Thursday and Saturday and Sunday
is the best time to eat so I hope you're still hungry

Friday 27 April 2018

Day Twenty-Seven


Above the trees
the lake looks like
it's floating in the sky
And dawn's delayed
until Plymouth awakes
I'm walking these
steep asphalt hills
with rivulets of rain
streaming through my
shoes am I talking to the
wrong side of my brain
Omnibuses Charabancs
and Horse drawn Trams
all been there before me
why should I complain
And as the Gas Lighter
snuffs the last lamp out
the Barbican will sleep
until the tall ship sails
Cracked concrete hills
rivulets of (acid) rain
Devon in the movies
on a day like this
Ambrosia it's not

Thursday 26 April 2018

Day Twenty-Six


Dotty not crazy the little dog laughed
and the lion laid down with the lamb
I told you that I love you yesterday
and I think I told you once before
The old tin man is long long gone
pushing up daisies and lying cold
Now I know that you love me Babe
I'll tell you more and much much more
I'm not the scarecrow that you think I am
I've got a heart of gold - I'm waiting for the
wizard to come back - to make me whole
When the sun the moon and stars line up
I hear that you're knocking down my door
beating on my heart strings pulling out my straw
Dotty not crazy the little dog laughed
and the lion laid down with the lamb
I told you that I love you yesterday
and I think I told you once before
The old tin man is long long gone
pushing up daisies and lying cold
Now I know that you love me Babe
I'll tell you more and much much more
I'm not the scarecrow that you think I am
I've got a heart of gold - I'm waiting for the
wizard to come back - to make me whole
When the sun the moon and stars line up
I hear that you're knocking down my door
beating on my heart strings pulling out my straw

Wednesday 25 April 2018

Day Twenty-Five


The clouds they move
like juggernauts
across the sky
each one represents
a different world
they all have names
like Merrivale
and Transit Way
On Barkers Hill
behind some
distant ones
the sun appears
to light the day
An Orange Flash
bus or bust
then nothing more
then rain...

Tuesday 24 April 2018

Day Twenty-Four


Talking to the nattering mind thought chatter battering the soul They say it's good to talk but mad to answer yourself back but what do they know Doktir Q Doktir Zee Doktir who? Nairobi Ian Biro Eternity Tiny Tree Just when you think it's all over it starts again the same thoughts the same pain and of course the same insane old nameless names Why do they do that? They must think - sorry they don't think - I forgot they haven't got a brain that works like that Remember what we said many moons ago? The anagram of Eden is need Success is all we need to succeed There's a lot of seed suckers out there trying to pull the wool over the eyes of the proverbial what's his name? Thingy? Talking to the nattering mind thought chatter battering the soul They say it's good to talk but mad to answer yourself back but what do they know...

Monday 23 April 2018

Day Twenty-Three


walking in Central park
half the sky is red
but hardly by the time
the world gets out of bed
the canvas half repainted
mixed up messed up blue
I'm coughing up my guts
climbing these great hills
feeling like I'm stuck
inside a big balloon
hoping that it's tethered
to a firmly planted tree
I don't want it to pop
and fall back down to ground
I need to get a little closer
to the moon if only to confirm
that daylight comes sometime
just before dawn long after dark

Sunday 22 April 2018

Day Twenty-Two


They hit you for six with
or without hockey sticks
dig up the dirt hurt you the
way that they've been hurt
Forgive me God for being so naïve
I only want to believe the best
if you fight you fall love conquers all

Saturday 21 April 2018

Day Twenty-One


Cloudy Celsius versus Fahrenheit alright it's not so hot today but we're going to Looe anyway the sun is cracking the hard baked clouds and there's a bit of blue sky poking through the radio keeps asking us for money that we've not got they're more important than us of course they need our support fifty pounds or a hundred pounds would keep their station going for another fifteen minutes of shame pity we can't help them but there's always another channel to tune tunnel vision steadfast brand loyalty and all that jazz not on this show it's all pop goes the weasel what's the difference between a whistle and a whistle and flute it's all semantics or is it just slang re-tune the tranny but don't tell granny that the radio's on 210418

Friday 20 April 2018

Day Twenty


High and low clouds sandwich
the Dartmoor hilltops sweet
floating hills in a multi-coloured sky

Our Isambard might well have seen
the same sight from Saltash too
building bridges the only thing to do

Thick as thieves the unseen gold
that paves the mythical streets
at their feet the missing rainbow crows

The sun still waiting to breakthrough
to break another record all time high
for April since nineteen forty-nine

Then when the sun arrives to dominate the sky
the hills and clouds turn yellow tainted blue
big big sun big big sky blue sky

Thursday 19 April 2018

Day Nineteen


Orange streaks across the
sky blue city sky
in broken lines
The hill tops behind
still dark and not quite dawn
Putty cats and China
dolls on Dartmoor
If only chalk could talk
without those hands...
Christian Mill and will
this weekend bring a bitter pill
It's sunshine Daffs and Daisies now
and at Crownhill as day bites
the crazy orange streaks
have turned to white

Wednesday 18 April 2018

Day Eighteen


It's not just waiting for (buses) it's waiting on buses too
Just when you think you can get an early bath
(laugh) they stop at Tesco or Asda and make you wait
Late again! You just can't win the bus lottery
When you're three (buses) down and stuck outside Home Park
You might as well get a season ticket and call it a draw
Then you'll really suffer like all the other barbers there
Up the Pilgrims! - Argyle argie and all that razzmatazz

Tuesday 17 April 2018

Day Seventeen


Standing here waiting at the cold stop for the bus
you end up hating every car that passes by
Who took the public out of transport?
Who took the ting out of waiting (for the bus)?
Lifting one foot in front of the other
it's often easier to walk
Talking about brick walls and falling on deaf ears
shouting the odds don't/won't get you to work on time
Ting – it's my stop next – if the barber lets me off...
The thing (ting) perhaps about Plymouth buses is that
they/I/we don't understand what they mean by
the statement emblazoned on the Yellow Flash
Up to every fifteen minutes! What does that mean?
They only run every thirty minutes at the crucial time
when people are trying to get to and from work and...
I have to get three buses with a fifteen minute wait
between each one – ha! Maybe that's what they mean!

Monday 16 April 2018

Day Sixteen


Barking like a Bandish Harry
he's yelling on somebody else's corner now
selling the same stuff but mixed down plenty
twenty going on forty-five fifteen years inside
plenty of candy immoral as Mandy
bubble gum he's not and it ain't much fun
aniseed for the munchy minded crunchy

Slowly giving Mutley a bad name
one wrap and Harry's got you hooked
cooked up on a silver platter
stitched up like a kipper nippers beware
if it sounds too good to be true
it almost definitely is don't ask Harry
there's no such thing as a free lunch...

Sunday 15 April 2018

Day Fifteen


We don't know much about what the future holds
but the future holds more than we don't know now
revelation is progressive some say repressive
but they're the great unwashed...

Those that continue to hope in a brighter better future
will be rewarded with a greater sense of fulfilment a
heightened sense of awareness and a love
that empowers all things...

Saturday 14 April 2018

Day Fourteen


You can dream a little loving
moving on to a hot lips kiss
Miss little Miss Understood
moody as Monday come home
me and my shadow are waiting

Wait hold on someone's here
there you go I knew it would work
park the motor and come on over
very nice to have you in town
nowt like folks to get yer back up

Super duper every time you lose
lost like this for a little while
mile after mile you trust in them
hem it up easy as you go along
song to sing or you can plan solid

I sold it so you can too
007 trust in the man from MI6
sixteen things that won't go wrong
song for singers sinners on song
wrong on right or right on wrong

Friday 13 April 2018

Day Thirteen


He beats and bangs her drums until she comes
And flaps his wings and flies around the room
His winkle-pickers tapping to the tune
He introduces her to rock 'n' roll

He strips and bares his soul and starts to sing
Some people do seem to have such strange ways
When she begins to weep his guitar plays
Some people say this world is just a maze

He tells her that there's nothing much to do
And we're all living in a purple haze
Don't listen to the things that people say
It's Friday like any other Friday but

It's Friday the thirteenth and that means that
Strange things happen even stranger things are
Forecast ask Hitchcock and Castro et al
And all the different ones born on that day

He beats and bangs her drums until she comes
And flaps his wings and flies around the room

Thursday 12 April 2018

Day Twelve


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Wednesday 11 April 2018

Day Eleven


It's all in the mind or is it - what is it anyway about codology all those pieces of information ironed out on scraps of paper - I cause a commotion every time I pop to the local shops - when they say do
you want a plastic bag I say no thank you give me a brown paper bag please – then they throw a wobbler – it's all cobblers hold the shoes throw the boot in – but don't use those self service tills whatever you do – how many jobs have been lost so far and how many more people will lose their jobs – think about it if you need a part time job at the supermarket you're not going to get one any time soon because some mad robot has already got it - every one of those self service thingies represents at least three jobs lost forever – another pet hate of mine is buy two for the price of one I just really don't like the up-selling mentality on the chicken thigh shelf – and who are the winners and the losers in all of this supermarketficiality – it's all in the mind or is it? PS I'm making deliveries with the Milkman's Horse the Pony Express it's not but at least it knows the doors – I'm coughing like forty a day waking up every fourth minute and falling back to sleep – bulimic I'm not pneumonia next stop confused now certainly she put three chickens against the wall and told me to take my chops

Tuesday 10 April 2018

Day Ten


Chuckle hock like you're not going to stop
Pop goes the weasel (and stoat) till next week
Seek and you will - find out - what you can do
Candorous as the pawn shop barber is
Isabel doesn't ride her trike no more
Ore iron ore any old iron Ron
Ronaldo I buy anything (dot) com
Come on those days have long long gone come on
Come on City it's time to do your stuff
Stuff the Mickey's tonight make me happy
Happy as Larry and up with the lark
Barking for England a walk in the park
Dark as a daffodil - a daffodil?
A daffodil? - That's daft - like chuckle hock

Monday 9 April 2018

Day Nine


Overheard at Royal Parade
On the back of the forty three
Alright John? Alright Tom?
Who's harder Mayflower or Armada?
What about the Southway bruiser?
Ernie (will) settle with West Park
If they still want to fight tonight
Never mind the winner who's the loser?
Back to school tomorrow John
Back to school tomorrow Tom
Who's harder Mayflower or Armada?
Dream on John dream on Tom

Sunday 8 April 2018

Day Eight


The angry Troglodyte motorbike gangs
with their flailing chains of steel
Pull wheelies on the forest track outback
and slip slide towards the creek
They live in caves on the housing estate
not a million miles away

On sunny days we walk along the path
to Tamerton Lake and watch
The little boats that only seem to
go bobbing on the ebb and flow
At the bottom of the garden the forest
dips down to Budshead Creek

Saturday 7 April 2018

Day Seven


Sitting here confined by the flu listening to radio five live
'Cos I won't pay Sky there's not a lot that I can do to change the score
I've heard them say it's just a game but what do they know they're just a bore

Friday 6 April 2018

Day Six


The weekend starts here and the neighbours are up with the lark out in the garden mowing the grass trimming the hedge painting the fence cleaning the pool they must have nothing better to do – and I'm up in bed with a contagious bout of the flu sweating streams one minute and shivering like a troglodyte the next and now that I've started to cough my throat is really getting sore – the neighbours are at it again they've just come back from the tidal creek with fish and foraged mushrooms and fallen tree branches to fuel their barbecue tonight it's not even a sunny day but they're out there shouting the odds the radio blaring and the dogs barking and the kids crying what am I going to do?

Thursday 5 April 2018

Day Five


The sunsets in the west every night the second sun sets right behind the first - one night three red flashes appeared to come from the second sun then a flash of red lightening streaked across the darkening sky

Wednesday 4 April 2018

Day Four


Waiting here at daft o'clock crazy
for the bus 'cos I love my Baby
To the factory gate to earn some dollar
it's better than being out of collar
A drop of rain on my swede don't faze me
some of the things you do amaze me
So I'll keep on taking those purple pills
'cos the Doctor says they ward off ills

I love the City buses but I hate the hills
you couldn't walk far like Jack and Jill
It's a pity that they always hang a trout
to make me late for any shout
Swizzles not Matlow but I mop the decks
on the factory floor of Dick's and Beck's
Love hearts for my Baby 'cos she's so sweet
everything I do's to give my lover a treat

Tuesday 3 April 2018

Day Three


I just looked up when I saw her peeping
(at me) through the clouds what a wonderful
way to start the day with the face of the
moon smiling at me before dawn –
then over the Hoe the sunlight burst through -
they saw it in Devonport too...

Monday 2 April 2018

Day Two 2018


Monday comes like a bolt out of the blue – the blue skies have turned to shades of grey - and they say that there's more snow on the way - the beast from the east is relentless - and the bus to Plymouth takes longer than the flight from Dubai - stuck in Birmingham and I'm not talking Alabama hot - Georgia it's not - more clowns than circuses and Brum's got a lot - Bristol next stop and then Home Park - up the Pilgrims - you could make the Premiership in two years time with the right investment - if only if - if only...

Sunday 1 April 2018

Day One 2018

DAY ONE 2018

They built this street a hundred years before
And rebuilt it sometime after the war
A farmers field in eighteen thirty three
The Victorians changed all that you see
Throwing up new houses and building roads
In nineteen twenty something art deco
Those metal frames with little panes of glass
replaced the sash cord windows of the past
But Hitler's bombs put paid to idle dreams
When the war was over - new housing schemes
Although somehow this terrace row still stands
The sunburst plasterwork replaced by hand
And all those little panes put back in place
Then double glazing came and changed the face
On and on into this new century
They say it takes a special eye to see
What was once there and oh who really cares
I know I change the mood – I want to share
That's it that's all I really have to say
About bits of St Budeaux on this day

Introduction 2018 30 Poems in 30 days


Hi, this is my tenth year doing the NaPoWriMo challenge of thirty poems in thirty days. I know from past experience that only a small percentage of the pieces will be up to scratch, but it is always worth the effort of taking the challenge because one or two of the poems will shine and make it all worthwhile. So, may I take this opportunity to wish everybody taking part this year a successful NaPoWriMo.