From 2018...

 

Something I wrote in 2018...

PURPLE HAZE

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

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

Don't listen to the things that people say

And all the Different Ones born on that day

He beats and bangs her drums until she comes

Backflips and flaps his wings and flies away

130418

15/17

 

Napowrimo 2023/my15th year/day 17

IMAGINATION

Sinking further and further into the mire

deeper and deeper into the same old swamp

no one really wants to go there but a philosopher

I met told me that not only were we all born in sin

and therefore fall short of the glory of God but

that we have been sent to this earth as a punishment

for something bad that we did elsewhere

So it doesn't matter what you think if you think you

are what you think then you are what you think and

nothing is going to change that in the short or long term

but there is of course another realm that you can access

when you mix thought with imagination he told me

Laughter happiness and imagination are the three best

things in life but the greatest of these is imagination

wherever your imagination goes you can go too the

imagination in the mind of man knows no bounds it frees

us from the limitations that are otherwise pressing us down

17042023/DN

14th/12

 

Napowrimo 2022

DAY #12

UNCLE WATER

The women here are very beautiful while the men are some of the most handsome in the world the women brush everything several times a day tables chairs floors pathways driveways everywhere you look someone is brushing something or someone and tomorrow they will brush it/them all over again I just want to brush under the table Uncle they tell me and studiously they go about removing every grain of rice that I have just accidentally dropped there and the cat didn't get to fast enough what they don't realise of course is the amount of dust that they are creating no wonder I've been coughing my guts up ever since we first arrived here the dust from the constant brushing and the emissions from the traffic all add up to make a sore throat really really painful have you taken your medicine today Uncle they ask and give me a couple of pills to pop just in case I forgot to take them then they say would you like some tea or coffee Uncle water please I tell them but they always ignore me and bring coffee anyway I wait for it to go cold and then I drink it but it's oh so sweet everything over here is sweet ever so sweet even the fruit growing wild outside has a devilishly fruity sweetness to it but don't knock it there's fruit everywhere no one's going to starve this week or next and there'll be steaks for all hanging off the branches in Tiny Tree before we know it

12042022

14th/Intro

INTRODUCTION

GLOBAL/NAPOWRIMO 2022

MY FOURTEENTH YEAR

Hi Everybody, it's that time again already where you can take the challenge of writing thirty poems (one each day) during the thirty days of April. As always, I would like to take this opportunity to wish each and every participant a very happy and creative Napowrimo. I won't be following Napowrimo prompts this year or fishing for comments, I will simply be posting a poem a day on my StraightTalkingStreetTalkingSweet bloggage at sewina(dot)blogspot(dot)com

Happy Napowrimo,

Andy

MY INTRODUCTION POEM

Here's mine:

WELCOME TO PARADISE

With the power of love and a sound mind

the children can play outside without fear

Here we go again sideways sometimes

sitting on Brown Sugar Beach

Watching the tide come in

waiting for the two suns to rise

(you have to be up early to see that happen)

up before daylight out before dawn

it's all won or lost by six in the morn

The strawberry scented ocean lapping the shore

never smelt so good as this before

Welcome to Paradise but some people

don't think that way the grass is always greener

on the other side of the pond they tell me

however I know that I know they don't know

For me this Island is the one and only Tiny Tree

the place where I've always been

the place where I will always be

My here and now on Earth taken with a pinch of salt

a hardwood honey dipper dripping honey

onto an overflowing glass of apple wine

stirred and shaken mixed with imagination

Blended into the unreality of time an eternal past

a present and a future shouting bawling screaming

the here and now from the rooftops

So your children and mine can play without fear

with the power of love and a sound mind

30032022/Nairobics

2021 #29

 

Napowrimo 2021

Day TWENTY NINE

LOST POEMS

Writing 'em down on scraps of pink paper

lucky bags and old sweet wrappers

(that'd be a good name for a band)

lost poems multiple house moves

floods kitchen sink drama's

Trying to recall what the billboard said

as I sped away in my old Cortina

I pushed her up a gear or three and

my baby began to simmer

who wants to have a dogs dinner

not me not you no thanks

Love the way the soundbites

come flooding back but the context

along with the original piece is lost

I'm an ordinary feller der da der der

I'm and ordinary guy der da der der

Der der der der der der der

I remember the tune but forget the words

Whatever happened to total recall

photographic memories et al

reporters notebooks and Indian ink

They talk about the cloud these days

a great place to save and store your thoughts

I'm still living on cloud nine

looking for lost poems

cuckoo land where the two suns shine

29042021

2021 #10

 

Napowrimo 2021

Day TEN

NUMBERS NINE TO ZERO

Nine to zero multiplication

manipulation contemplation

if you know the numbers you may

or may not be held to account

Some say that zero is the most

important number not least

the mathematicians Mesopotamians

and the morticians of this world

The Martians know a lot about zero too

as do the mickey takers mischief makers

and all in sundry to do with munitions

frightening as it might seem zero is not zilch

Ballyhoo Old Bamboo one and one and one

is three or one hundred and eleven or just one

depending on how you divi it up take a butchers hook

add some zero's and watch it change again

Compliance reliance don't complain if five plus five

is ten how many times can you multiply it and

divide it into infinity eternity conformity to carnality

and back to banality as brutal as your sudsless soap

Numbers nine to zero come in ground control

just clearing Cloud Nine now bombing it with tomato plants

and onion seeds Double O Seven is paragliding down

shovel in hand to dig the ground Pluto is the promised land

10042021

Napowrimo 2021 Intro...

 

NAPOWRIMO 2021

INTRODUCTION

It's napowrimo time again, the challenge is to write thirty poems, one for each day in April. This will be my thirteenth year and you can read all of my previous entries on this blog. You can search the internet for prompts if you think it will help you with ideas for poems and you can post your work to numerous sites if you crave feedback. So, Happy NaPoWriMo enjoy the challenge.

www.sewina.blogspot.com

Here's a little something to set the mood, Exodus prompted by Nimfa Gabuyo Sewina.

EXODUS

eventually everything turns to dust

long ago perhaps in a time that is now lost

nasty creatures roamed the earth

preying on lesser life forms

in a wilderness of shame or did they

who really knows what happened

before the dawn of time

some say that raging seas covered the planet

others argue that glacial ice blighted the land

one man's riches is another man's rust

and the fact is that theory is fact unwrapped

dangling there like the emperor's new clothes

but nobody really knows why would they

but it seems the wicked world is still intact

or so they the great unwashed tell me

and heading for a brilliant fall ,as the globe warms

climate change will always be with us

rainbows and umbrella's can't stop a hail of bullets

it's the same old yarn hook line and sinker

beer before breakfast exodus no not yet

31032021

Ice Age Revisited

 IF THE TRUTH BE KNOWN

Something happened before the ice cream man came

to town and all the earth froze over

speculation intimidation and other words

screaming off the pages some hyphenated

punctuated with exclamation marks

long before commas and full stops were invented

many describing worlds of words bigger than marmalade

and with more letters than a pillar box

on the last posting day before Christmas

so when the fishing smacks went down

some say that dinosaurs roamed the earth

and different types of humanoids evolved

but shut the door what really happened

if the truth be known nobody really knows

except for the fact that something went very badly wrong

demonic degenerates dignitaries with holes in heads

shrunken brains an unevolved species of plant eating mammals

living in the canopy of trees others underground some in caves

a warring world of hand walking acrobats

clamouring to eke out a basic existence

screaming without words self strangulation

an unintelligible language of frustration

pretending to be something that was never meant to be

individuals living in a counterfeit universe

the copy-cat intellectuals of the pre-dawn

fighting for the right to be heard to be seen

to be who they were wrongly told that they were meant to be

the parallel universe planting thoughts upside down inside out

outlandish as a troglodyte on heat

who would have thought that eternity

had anything to do with all their mess

but time or the concept of it that we now know and use

the time that we keep and rely upon didn't yet exist

the different ones came and went some stayed

buried forever in the quick setting sand

for us for you and I to discover rediscover dig out of the clay

for us to adjudicate upon contemplate and marvel at today

but even in a perfect world not many barber shop quartets

butchers bakers or cake makers would ever find the truth

03082019/DN

napowrimo 2020 #28 coronavirus 30

BEFORE THE PANDEMIC
his world was made of whopping great lies

under the blanket he had cupboards full of them

tin cans rusting at the base sugar and flour stuck to the shelves

huge puddles the shape of England eating holes in the floor

stacks of bills for electricity and gas that he never used

I went to his house once about a week before the pandemic

about a month before he jumped off the bridge

It took me a while to find his place hidden deep in the forest as it was

I spent the day with him and he asked me what day it was nearly twenty times

somewhere under the bed he kept all of his secret things

way down in his inner consciousness below the concrete floor of his mind

was a perfect memory of all that he had seen and done

for people like me who found this hard to comprehend

he said the brain is just for thinking but the memory is where it's all at

that was the only time that I met him

I was happy to get out of there before the lockdown started

it all went pear shaped not long after that

28042020

napowrimo 2020 #18 coronavirus 23

CORONAVIRUS PERSONIFIED

We've spoken about the word world war before

what comes next and what to do for best

when they thought we'd won world war one

another fifty million or maybe more died

the following year from the Spanish flu

What ever are we going to do

when we all start dropping like flies too

things were never like this before

four five six or maybe more perhaps

Vivid dreams with nothing to cling to

screaming into the primordial soup

indifferent as rapid eye motion

past conditional responses up front

Infectious as genetic disorders

congenital imperfections undone

mysterious happenings de rigueur

Thought projection now you're talking

literally virtual reality

psychoanalysis self harming

Scientific academic failure

antibody immunity vaccine

vaccination inconsideration

illness coronavirus personified

18042020

How we evolved?

THE GULLIBLE MULTITUDES

maybe or perhaps not but some say

that the aliens emerged from the sea

others of course maintain that evolution

is what it was all about

then many years later as technology became available

telescopes and cameras were deployed on the moon

and aimed at the earth to record all that they saw

but time out there isn't the way we see it down here

therefore what goes up may or may not come down

and the future might not start after the present

much like the past is more than likely

not necessarily before the present day

in fact there are no different days out there

all days and or nights for that matter are exactly the same

and it's cold I mean really cold but nobody grows old

and nobody dies they just float off to another place

to a new existence exponentially through the roof

if they had one if you know what I mean but they don't

and won't get it any more than those that thought

that humanoids evolved from sea creatures

or perhaps aliens that had splash landed in the oceans

of the world and eventually crawled ashore

no one really believes anything any more

they simply accept what they have or have not been told

the great unwashed the gullible multitudes

give me your money I'll come and collect it

if time doesn't exist what are we doing here

waiting for morning and going to work

why do we bother scrimping and saving

for a day that may not even rain

and the Moonsters out there are filming Genghis Khan

and the Great Wall of China

and one day not that there are any days out there of course

some of us are going to go there and crash land on the moon

and bring the recordings back to earth

so everybody will finally know what really happened

and won't have to rely on or believe in

the supposedly recorded history of our planet

but you won't really want to travel there by rocket

if I were you and thankfully I'm not you or anybody else

that I know or perhaps don't but believe me I would wait

until new space technology has been developed

something safer and faster or maybe you should go fishing

with that metal detector you stashed in the attic all those years ago

and bag yourself one of those alien craft that litter the ocean floor

it's only a matter of knowing where to look

or perhaps to hook it if you dig and don't get wet just saying

12082019/DN

Ice Age

IF THE TRUTH BE KNOWN

Something happened before the ice cream man came

to town and all the earth froze over

speculation intimidation and other words

screaming off the pages some hyphenated

punctuated with exclamation marks

long before commas and full stops were invented

many describing worlds of words bigger than marmalade

and with more letters than a pillar box

on the last posting day before Christmas

so when the fishing smacks went down

some say that dinosaurs roamed the earth

and different types of humanoids evolved

but shut the door what really happened

if the truth be known nobody really knows

except for the fact that something went very badly wrong

demonic degenerates dignitaries with holes in heads

shrunken brains an unevolved species of plant eating mammals

living in the canopy of trees others underground some in caves

a warring world of hand walking acrobats

clamouring to eke out a basic existence

screaming without words self strangulation

an unintelligible language of frustration

pretending to be something that was never meant to be

individuals living in a counterfeit universe

the copy-cat intellectuals of the pre-dawn

fighting for the right to be heard to be seen

to be who they were wrongly told that they were meant to be

the parallel universe planting thoughts upside down inside out

outlandish as a troglodyte on heat

who would have thought that eternity

had anything to do with all their mess

but time or the concept of it that we now know and use

the time that we keep and rely upon didn't yet exist

the different ones came and went some stayed

buried forever in the quick setting sand

for us for you and I to discover rediscover dig out of the clay

for us to adjudicate upon contemplate and marvel at today

but even in a perfect world not many barber shop quartets

butchers bakers or cake makers would ever find the truth

03082019/DN

Day Twenty-Four

DAY TWENTY-FOUR

SEED SUCKERS

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...

240418

Day Fifteen

DAY FIFTEEN

WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS

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...

150418/DN

Day Five

DAY FIVE

THE SECOND SUN

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

050418

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty Eight

DAY TWENTY EIGHT

THE RHYMES GET WORSE

Eating my way back into your life

Said Oversize Lisa Mabel

As she stuck the machete deep

Into the cheesecake on the table

The sands of time shifted sideways

And covered a multitude of sins

He was blind in the one eye

With telescopic vision in his shins

The asphalt stars are made from stone

The chewing gum scars the pavement clone

The cycle lanes stream like rivulets

With cyclists screaming down the phone

The rhymes get worse than Oscar’s ballad

So stick that in your chicken stew

Cucumber sandwiches all round

And another round or two too few

Bicyclettes and Penny Farthings

All the old bikes made for romancing

Like the ballroom in the tower

Roll on the happy hour dancing

Loving this the way it goes

Eating cake under her nose forever

The prison mentality

Sitting outside on the street together

280417 

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty Seven

DAY TWENTY SEVEN

BINGALOO – WAITING FOR THE NEW DAWN

Bingaloo who do you think you’re talking to - move over out my way

Say what and talk for anywhere that starts with Saint - not Helier though

Some of us have lived a charmed life forgotten more than most others know

Jersey was like that – stay there long enough the whole world would come to you

Don’t you just love Islands especially when the sun shines the whole day through           

Sitting on the beach whiling the day away - waiting for the new dawn

Bingaloo who do you think you’re talking to - move over out my way

Say what you must about the situation that you find yourself in

Some of us ought to know better by now - sixty’s the new forty five

Jersey was is and always will be my favourite place in the world

Don’t you know that something is happening to us both right here right now

Some people will never know what we believe or where we are going…

Bingaloo who do you think you’re talking to - move over out my way

Bingaloo who do you think you’re talking to - move over out my way

270417

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty Six

DAY TWENTY SIX

LOOKING FOR A LOVER

Happy as Larry I think we’ve said that before sometime somehow when?

She searches the internet looking for the perfect partner skew whiff

Online dating dotty as Daisy she drives herself crazy looking

She finds him eventually draws him in sucks him up knocks him sideways

He like her is just such a fool no one can win in this dating game

She goes to the gym and lives on protein shakes looking for a lover

You can’t buy peace of mind no matter how proactive you are Shirley

It’s been a while, so glad you contacted me, I knew you would one day

Trouble is the roubles I had have been devalued now like beetroot

Everybody’s in the same boat stuck up the creek without a paddle

Floating with the tide no control over the direction it takes them

All rivers lead to the sea all roads lead to Rome my heart leads to thee

260417

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty Five

DAY TWENTY FIVE

RETROSPECTIVE?

Disillusioned this time there’s no going back 

and it’s all downhill now

As cold as a refrigerator - colder - as cold as a freezer

I bury my head in the sands of time 

she sits inside the fridge freezing 

She was hot once just for a moment 

it must have been something I said

Although she should take a butcher’s in the mirror 

it must be my fault

I can only blame myself now 

sometimes it has to be down to me                                           

One has to take responsibility 

can’t blame her for hating me

No one hates anyone life is not like that - 

sometimes it’s just perspective

Retrospective? no not me - 

I’m forward looking as can be - et vous?

She puts all the names in a hat and shakes them - 

mine falls out - hits the floor

Trodden underfoot like the pub quiz crib sheet - 

nobody can win now

The headaches are coming thick and fast - 

quick quick slow - breathe another breath

250417