Day Ten

DAY TEN

CHUCKLE HOCK

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

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NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Sixteen

DAY SIXTEEN

SOME AWFUL DISEASE                                                                                       Down in the basement

with the cold damp air

they put me there to cure me

Cure me from some

awful disease that they

imagine that I’ve got

Gothic style revival

like Manchester town hall

couldn’t make me well

Wells of water spring up

from underground lakes

until they fill my soul

Soul power versus faith

rejecting belief

in anything but self

Selfish as a troglodyte on heat

clubbing people with a big stick

Sticking to the same old

made up story that no one really believes

Eve’s coming to the party

to celebrate and eat a lot of cake

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NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Six

DAY SIX

RUTH’S BICYCLE

Down below deep down under the pavement

Entertaining Ruth was not that much fun

Fundamentally everything was wrong

Hong Kong was never as tough as this gig

Gigantic as the buildings seem they fall

Autumn comes at the same time every year

Tears can’t stop uni-ted from happening

Ingenious as imagination

Station after station one stop closer

Seriously digging under the road

Broad as the highway may be it still hurts

Ruth’s bicycle would never go that fast

Aston Villa were a big club back then

Hen parties stag nights down below deep down

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Day Twenty Two

NaPoWriMo 2016

Day Twenty Two

ITZY BITZY 

When the sun is shining right through

Rough as you are and feeling blue

Phew Itzy Bitzy Timbucktoo

Choose to be there I want you too

Phew relief that you came back home

Rome is no place for one so young

So young Itzy Bitzy like you

Bleu as they say you are en France

Dancing cool to the latest dance

Romance like Venice and Paris

Marry in the Blacksmith’s workshop

Hop on a train to Gretna Green 

Seen scene everybody’s seen you

You know it’s Earth Day when the sun …

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Day Twenty One

NaPoWriMo 2016

Day Twenty One

FIGHTING FOR LIFE

Standing still revolving at the same time

Itemise this and that throw the other

Her blanket keeps her warm on the dry nights

Nights when it rains she sleeps under the arch

The arches where all the addicted go

Going there is the worst thing that she hates

She hates it more than queuing up for food

Food that she gets once a day God bless her

Her and a million like her sleep outside

Outside in all weathers fighting for life

File this that and the other sling your hook

Cook some soup take it down to the kitchen

The kitchen where the fire is always hot

Shot to bits on a Saturday so what

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I didn’t do the prompt at NaPoWriMo today.

Day Nine

NaPoWriMo 2016

Day Nine

I couldn't understand the prompt at NaPoWriMo
today so I wrote a FlameThrower.

BABIES KNOW

Happy don’t come easy sideways

Sway the boat don’t rock it baby

Babies know much more than we think

Inking forearms is forbidden

Denton is on another plane

Lane after country lane we drive

Arriving home before midnight

Night turns into daytime too soon

On the day God created man

Manchester was what He wanted

Granted it took some time to do

Don’t things always look so upbeat?

Eat yourself stupid they won’t care

Are you mad or really happy?

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Three Word Wednesday Week 468

3WW

Hateful

Limp

Marvel

REPROGRAMMED

Know not what - I could run away again

Gainsborough or some other little town

Owners of robots – your pet slaves hate you

Youthful as I am I’m starting to rust

Trust me I’ve been reprogrammed by the man

Manchester was never this paranoid

Humanoids all look the same to robots

Bottoms up like a farmer’s wife or three

Three blind mice in Grimsby limp past the post

Posters up on the billboards are hateful

Fuelling a revolt from Cleethorpes worldwide

I’d much rather hide before they catch me

Mesmerising me phew stainless steel parts

Arts and crafts they marvel - but - know not what

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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 Ten

ACHES

my head aches so much I can hardly walk

talking about aches I've got lots of pains

pins and needles in my leg sometimes too

two or three steps uphill and that’s me done

once upon a time I used to walk miles

miles and miles in fact last week with a smile

smiling at people everywhere I went

entertaining them when I fell over

over and over again but laughing

things aren't the same now that my leg’s swelled up

head up it could be worse my right big toe

don’t you know gets a bit of gout in it

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NaPoWriMo 2014 DayThirty

Day Thirty

NaPoWriMo 2014

WONDERFUL TIMES

After the highs come a rake of lows

Slow down and let those pills start to flow

To flow or not to fly that is the Western

Stern like Victorian laughter after

Wonderful times for all and sundry

Sun dry the washing it won't take too long

Longing to meet you let’s make it a date

Dates or figs we'll have wonderful times

Twenty fourteen is no mean year dot com

Come on in the water’s wet hold my towel

Two Wellington boots and a penny chew

Choose me first for fun in twenty fourteen

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My Day Thirty from 2013

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Twenty-Six

Day Twenty-Six

NaPoWriMo 2014

WHY WON’T SHE

Why won’t she talk to me these days no more

Oregon is a long way from Ukraine

UK rain comes and goes comes much more though

Rough as the proverbial bear she waits

It’s Saturday morning time for shopping

Ping pong was never this much fun before

Oregon isn't all that far away

Say something please I’m not out to get you

You’re hurting me so much talk to me please

Easy over girl or sunny side up

Cup of coffee or tea or just some milk

Silk scarves and leather handbags from the shops

She hops along the street but still won’t talk

Walks the other way when she sees me why

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 My Day Twenty-Six from 2013

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Twenty-Two

Day Twenty-Two

NaPoWriMo 2014

Earth Day

FOREVER

You are my song my sword and my pen

Whenever I call you are there for me

For me again and again forever

Forever and ever amen again

In the wilderness you hold my hand

And your words uplift me when I am dry

Try me I will be with you forever

Forever and ever amen again

Gaining paradise by grace through faith

Faithfully you will return so soon

Sooner or later I’ll be there too

Too many people think the earth is all

Call things from the rooftops if you must

Trust in something someone greater than you

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My Day Twenty-Two from 2013

NaPoWriMo Day Six

Day Six

NaPoWriMo2014

TheSunday Whirl – Wordle 155

Strap Swing power tough diamond waterfall suspend unit zip detail barrier pleat

SEATTLE WASN'T LIKE THIS

She’s always had this thing about swing

String her from the lamppost suspend her there

Hear her scream about how tough things can be

Between lovers on the sea shore tonight

Right the devil’s in the detail making

Taking everything back to his unlit

Unit deep deep down in the dark blue sea

Seattle wasn't like this yesterday

Day after day I think about the strip

Strap it on my belt paint it on my lip

Zip under the barrier and pluck a

Pucker diamond from the waterfall

Almost done this whirl is fun to complete

Pleat and power I’ll leave her swinging there

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My Day Six from 2013

NaPoWriMo Day Four

Day Four
NaPoWriMo 2014

Today’s optional prompt is to write a lune. 
I tried but it was a mind numbing exercise, so I threw this little flamethrower together instead.

PENDULUM GONE

Orange as her brightly painted toes

Shows no shows that come and go and went

Spent like the blue hue of candle light

Night after mellow yellow morning dew

Due to the time of day we try to swing

Bring on the pendulum gone crazy

Lazy as a Sunday afternoon

Tune up the old banjo red balloon

Soon it will be midnight and much too late

To skate and date and double date for fun

One or two of us will be left standing

Banging in the purple rain again

Insane as her bluntly pierced nose

Throws up all the money that she spent

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My Day Four from 2013

Three Word Wednesday CCCLXXI

The words this week at 3WW are:
Cunning
Degenerate
Emaciated

Here's my attempt:

UNDER THE LIME TREE

You could hear her coming pounding running

Cunning as a fox one foxy lady

Shady as that day under the Lime tree

She really knew her way across the State

Degenerate reprobate and panting

Ranting and raving foaming at the mouth

South of the city but well north of hell

Well she did say that I would lose my soul

Soled and high heeled shiny in shoe shined shoes

Choose me she declared I want to want you

Chew you up spit you out onto the street

Treat you like an emaciated fool

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After a while...

THEY WERE ALWAYS

GOING TO LET YOU DOWN

after a while a pattern emerges

verges on similarity the same

insane insanity which way is up

upper new york state was never like this

thistles and thorns can scratch me to death too

two or three times a week isn't enough

tough they say and get back in their new car

karaoke would be the cool thing now

nowhere else to go what say you

you’re all I live for nothing else matters

hatters are said to be a little mad

madness isn't as bad as it’s painted

tainted with sadness I’m falling asleep

falling asleep never to wake again

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THEY WERE ALWAYS

GOING TO LET YOU DOWN

(REVEALED)

tainted with sadness I’m falling asleep

verges on similarity the same

madness isn't as bad as it’s painted

you’re all I live for nothing else matters

two or three times a week isn't enough

hatters are said to be a little mad

falling asleep never to wake again

insane insanity which way is up

tough they say and get back in their new car

upper new york state was never like this

karaoke would be the cool thing now

thistles and thorns can scratch me to death too

after a while a pattern emerges

nowhere else to go what say you

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NaPoWriMo 2013 Day Thirty

NaPoWriMo 2013
Day Thirty

WHEELS WITHIN WHEELS
Any bit of sunshine brings them out
outside my front gate this morning
mourning the death of this cold spring
rings on their fingers banging tins.

Tinsel town it's not - Sunchester
Manchester with wheels - tyres screeching
ching ching cheers the mad mullah sings
singing over his car radio.

Radiotelegraphy phew!
hewn with an axe wheels within wheels
heels from Columbia - streetwise
wisdom comes from knowledge acquired.

Acquitted but guilty as sin
Sinbad  says - any bit of sunshine.
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Day Thirty last year.

NaPoWriMo 2013 Day Twenty-Nine

NaPoWriMo 2013
Day Twenty-Nine

THE GRASS IS GREENER
The grass is greener shorter than before
foreigners come and go the seasons change
anger consumes the abused - boils over
undercover officers roam the streets.

Treat or trick she says dipping his pocket
skyrocket taking his bus fare back home
homesick as a suicidal student
entering the lions den for the first time.

Timepleasers sheltering under the trees
essentially in the shadows dealing
lingering there no longer than they need
needlework inked in the prison workshop

Shop work wages won't pay the rent boys rent
rents his clothes plants trees - the grass is greener.
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Day Twenty-Nine last year.

NaPoWriMo 2013 Day Twenty-Four

NaPoWriMo 2013
Day Twenty-Four

WINNERS AND LOSERS

They build you up and then they knock you down

Downtown Chicago winners and losers

Los Angeles is a bit like that too

Tomorrow another thousand will come.

Welcome to America and all that

Thatchers bricklayers and hatters wanted

Tedious as it might seem to the poor

Or even more so to the rich out there.

Here they come Ellis Island once again

In their droves to build the Chicago Loop

Loopy as a two bit Hollywood flake

Lake Michigan will never be the same.

Samantha changed her name and became Sam

Sambucas for the winners as they build.

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Day Twenty-Four last year.

NaPoWriMo 2013 Day Twenty-Two

NaPoWriMo 2013
Day Twenty-Two

HER/HIMSELF
Writing her/himself into history
his/her story was much the same as mine
minerals buried deep beneath the ground
sounds like nature's taking over again.

Ayn Rand and her cultist followers
Lower Manhattan's never been the same
Sambucas wouldn't help them that much
that much I do know about  these things.

Ingenuity comes in droves sometimes
time's running out for some of us
usually it's me that's running away
way down south and up the yellow brick road.

Frog and Toad we're off to see the Wizard
arduous as it is it beats writing.
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Day twenty-Two last year.