Archive | April, 2013

A.T.A.D.

30 Apr

Young mortal charms receiv’d the careless eye
Look where flowers grow, I
Prove that common needs I canst
Not alter, Death can falsehood see in me

Life can cheer thine silence much
I have watch’d the flower bloom
The hand must leaf by leaf pluck
Eye trace I see thy morn

Shade hath thou extinguish’d
Stars, they weep tears o’er thy bed
Fondly embrace drooping love again
How thou remain, remember thine

Love endears

This is a ‘reduced’ version of  And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)

This is the napowrimo task that has taken me longest. I didn’t like it. Day 26.

No Pigeons

30 Apr

Meticulously lay the fruit and fat balls in the tree
Wait behind the window now to see what you will see
A goldfinch or a swift, even a swallow hopefully
All god’s birds are welcome but for one anomaly

No pigeons!

It isn’t long before the first arrivals start to feed
Beautiful and delicate, a lovely sight indeed
You’d love to snap a picture of them pecking at your seed
By the time you get your camera there’s naught but the dreaded breed

Oi! No pigeons!

You run outside and flap your arms like the feathered friends you love
Your foul-mouthed incantations give the sky-vermin the shove
The pigeons take off heavily into the sky above
You go inside and slam the door. You have had quite enough.

#%$@#&% pigeons!

You take a couple Valium and would you credit that!
Look out the window in your tree, the most gorgeous bird is sat
Singing to its friends and nibbling your balls of fat
When suddenly it’s massacred by next-door’s bloody cat.

I quite like pigeons myself. This is for day 27 of napowrimo ‘cos I don’t like the prompt. Day 26 is on its way.

Man-ballad

29 Apr

I look into the looking glass
And I don’t like what I see
There it is so bold as brass
And it’s staring back at me

Now I’m not one to navel-gaze
But it is an eyesore
She showers it with so much praise
While I couldn’t hate it more

I wish I could get rid of it
But that would be the end
If I didn’t have my special bit
I would have no girlfriend

I’m re-reading this ballad now
I guess it sounds quite weird
Your dirty minds should be ashamed
This song’s about my beard

 

This started out serious and deteriorated. It’s also based on a true story, but that’s no excuse.

For day 25 of napowrimo.

Sleeping patterns

28 Apr

I sleep everywhere
At a show or at the fair
On a barstool at the pub
At Moor Allerton Social Club

You don’t sleep anywhere
Not in your bed or comfy chair
Sleeping pills just make you yawn
You toss and turn from dusk ’til dawn

I need 8 hours a night
Any less and I don’t feel right
I close my eyes and I go to sleep
And I don’t wake up ’till the alarm’s beep

You need just 2 or 3
You’re up all night watching tv
You’re ironing and doing more
While I just lay all night and snore

I don’t think this relationship is going to work.

The prompt for day 24 is too damn hard. I’ve done this instead.

A beginning or an end

24 Apr

Sixteen, thirty-two, forty-eight
Hurry it up, the time is near
No time for you to hesitate
Sixteen, thirty-two, forty-eight
Come on, come on! Or you’ll be late
It’ll soon be done, no more fear
Sixteen, thirty-two, forty-eight
Hurry it up, the time is near

This is for national poetry writing month day 23.

Earth’s Lament – day 22 of napowrimo

23 Apr

You smother me in concrete      (so that I cannot breathe)
You build towers in the sky        (so that we rarely meet)
You ogle other planets              (while I wait here at your feet)
You make me want to die           (but I won’t admit defeat)

Highest of my creations             (we grow apart more every day)
Look down upon my face           (must we always be this way)
I still have all my love for you     (but you just want to stray)
Of your love there’s no trace     (be kind to me, I pray)

If it has got to be like this           (there’s something you should know)
Then I will make you pay           (you reap what you will sow)
I’ll crush you, decompose you   (painfully and slow)
And in pieces you will lay           (from those pieces I will grow)

 

Fortune cookie lines for day 21 of napowrimo

22 Apr

You will invent a razor that will shave years off your life.

You will have an unexpected grandma in the bagging area.

The pip that you didn’t eat as a child is not growing into a tree inside you.

You will spot a dog in the canal before realising it’s your own reflection.

You will be a beneficiary in someone’s will. You will receive nothing of consequence.

Whatever you do, don’t look behind you.

Oranges must not be used as a flotation device.

You will take a wrong turn with erotic results.

Mississippi is not spelled like this. It’s spelled Mississippi.

You have 5 glockenspiels but you are not an orchestra.

This was tough. I must acknowledge help from my friend who has a fractured mind.