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Haiku in Bloom 2023 Parts 1 and 2
(I)
Spaced in the silence
birds land on top of the trees
welcoming spring back
(II)
Opening the gate;
The grass is already moist.
Spring is here early.
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(For #NaPoWriMo - National Poetry Writing Month 2023 - I am writing at least a haiku day set in Nature as many as I can in Shepley Woods near where we live with photographs to go alongside them.
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Sunday 2nd April 2023 9:42 am
#NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) Haiku in Bloom 22:
barely in focus
the sun dazzles you walking
out of the forest.
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Friday 22nd April 2022 11:00 pm
15 minutes of Sonnet 25
It’s not love they play it’s another game
Where what matters is who can count the most
Playing duck and dive, surfers search for fame
Notching names upon digital bedposts
Their followers adore them with their likes
Each character praised as if from God
If their own petard hoists them onto spikes
Then surely, it’s the crowd that has turned odd.
Their ledger marking...
Saturday 27th April 2019 8:52 am
The Best Way to Grieve for a Child
They never changed that room.
Dolls, teddy bears, trains,
And transformers all hold space,
Lock time in perpetual stasis.
When death comes life stops.
Family said they should pack
Things away. It’s too hard
To be reminded day after day
Of a future lost in the past,
But a room can be a memorial.
It’s a museum of childhood,
Until a child of a later
Generation discovers it with
Glee....
Thursday 18th April 2019 5:47 am
The Burdened Bookshelf as Will and Representation
Each mover, save one Renaissance man
Of fellow feeling, complained of the books
And the bookshelves to display them.
Why would anyone move these thousands
Of miles and from house to house when
They are so obviously rarely used?
But the bookshelves, fully loaded, serve a purpose:
For starters, they tell anyone curious enough to look
Where and how my intellectual development has unfolded...
Tuesday 16th April 2019 10:25 am
The Magic and Mystery of Ministry
Know how in the 1970s the televangelists
All had perfectly sculpted and blow-dried hair?
Well, my Daddy was at least partly responsible
For all that glitz and fancy get-up.
He didn’t do hair for anyone as famous
As Pat Robertson or Jim Bakker, but
Styled hair for some big traveling evangelists
Like Gene Williams. These guys would take the
Word of God around the world, but come back
To G...
Saturday 13th April 2019 6:50 am
Origins
I have no roots –
only memories.
Present becomes past before my eyes
Life is lived, recorded there, somehow,
More or less imperfectly inscribed
Within my head, thus stored behind my brow.
These things exist for me, just in my mind,
For if I try to seek them out again
There’s only ever something new to find:
Nothing in the stillness can remain.
I have no root...
Friday 12th April 2019 9:25 pm
On the Destructive Power of Measureable Learning Objectives
Day 8 of NaPoWriMo asks us to write poetry using the jargon of our professions (or someone else’s profession). As a philosophy instructor, my only learning objective was to destroy the smug and self-satisfied confidence my students had in their own knowledge. Petty of me, I know.
On the Destructive Power of Measureable Learning Objectives
Your destruction is both
Achievable and measurable
...
Monday 8th April 2019 7:17 am
If you liked my poetry
If I could take the thoughts you most like to think
And sculpt them into text that speaks to you as art,
If I could take the feelings you most want to share
And mirror them in words, reflected in your heart,
Then would you more easily forgive my selfish pen?
Excuse the vacant looks, the lost half-hours when
I am not yours, as I wander some distant mental shore?
If you liked my...
Saturday 6th April 2019 1:07 pm
Accepting an Infinite Regression of Causes
The prompt for day six of NaPoWriMo was to write a poem dealing with counterfactual conditionals, as it were. Here is mine:
Accepting an Infinite Regression of Causes
If only life had come into being
On different terms, according to a different template.
If pain weren’t the primary motivating factor
For keeping life propelling itself forward,
If the best of all possible worlds weren’...
Saturday 6th April 2019 5:40 am
To someone who somehow knows
Preamble: just a little ditty I threw together for napowrimo day 4, prompt word “radar” from @avolitorial on Instagram. Please read nothing into it - it is not at all based on reality. Honest guv'nor.
“Hey! How’s things? Are you okay?”
Why did this come from YOU?
Why was I on YOUR radar, when
those closer never knew?
What psychic powers do you own?
What signals d...
Thursday 4th April 2019 9:12 pm
A Poem a Day
Oh NaPoWriMo
how you challenge me.
Calling me to rhyme on time
when I would rather procrastinate
with this talent of mine.
A poem a day keeps the doldrums away.
Read it, write it, recite it,
makes no difference
to me.
Just do what you can
with what you've got
and see how happy
you will be!
Monday 1st April 2019 5:46 pm
NaPoWriMo 2016 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
Rom...
Friday 22nd April 2016 5:15 pm
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Nineteen
NaPoWriMo 2016
Day Nineteen
HOW TO TAME A TROGLODYTE
Is life a competition or a game
Pray tell me soon my all creative one
Ask your troglodyte to discuss his name
He’ll grunt and groan ignoring you for fun
Club you to kingdom come if you let him
You need to exercise control all day
Bind him tightly and whip him till he’s thin
Feed him minute amounts and make...
Tuesday 19th April 2016 6:10 pm
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Seventeen
BACK TO BRIGHTON
Who’s the dolly with the carboy trolley?
Bonkers about the bottle rack plonker
It’s Holly and she’s looking for lolly
Dish the dosh and hit her with a conker
I think she’s got a crush on the crusher
It used to be the bottle carrier
Had her eye on the winery brusher
Before that it was the dray farrier
South America would not be too far
Then there ...
Sunday 17th April 2016 8:14 pm
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Sixteen
CHINA TOWN
MANCHESTER
Welcome to Manchester
Or should that read
Greetings from Manchester
Or perhaps
Welcome to China Town
Or maybe that could say
China Town Manchester
Whatever the weather the
Umbrellas are out shielding
And shading us from the sun
Parasol City this is not
Welcome to The Rainy City
on a sunny day perhaps?
160416
The prompt I chose a...
Saturday 16th April 2016 2:28 pm
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Fifteen
MONKEY
Trouble don’t come so easy these days
You need to take a broom and brush it
Push it to the limit if you can
The bin dogs and alley cats know these things
And the garbage man
I’ve been waiting all day for you to come home
The wife said to the monkey
Double trouble hubby bubble
The wife said to the monkey
150416
The prompt at NaPoWriMo today was to write
...Friday 15th April 2016 5:00 pm
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Fourteen
FREEZE
She looks at me etcetera
Pulling a mean and bitey face
I hide her cone shade but stay close
Wishing I had gone to Petra
The rose red city would be ace
She lifts her gun and starts to squeeze
Squirting water towards my nose
I pick my hose up and shout Freeze!
140416
The prompt at NaPoWriMo today was to write a san san poem.
Thursday 14th April 2016 11:47 pm
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Thirteen
AFTER THE CRASH
Sometime after the crash, Dave had a touch of melancholy madness.
Dawn tried to console him, saying, ‘the windscreen was virtually opaque’.
The nimble pet robot had been behind the wheel, still Dave blamed himself.
130416
The prompt at NaPoWriMo today was a bit cookie, so I did the Three Word Wednesday Prompt. The three words were: Melancholy, Nimble, and Opaque...
Wednesday 13th April 2016 12:36 pm
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twelve
AN INDEX POEM
Acid heads are as bad as those that are
Alcohol fuelled filled to overflowing
Aluminium cans get kicked down the street
Ammunition can be so explosive
Batteries can power her motor and
Bleach can be used to clean her kitchen sink
Bombs can explode at unexpected times
Brown can be seen as a colour or not
Calcium’s out there in rocks and in chalk
...Tuesday 12th April 2016 6:08 pm
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Eleven
WATCHING
WASHING
Watching it intrudes into my
Life it takes up a huge amount
Of room in my living space
I watch it sometimes
But sometimes not
It talks to me informs me
Sometimes it tries to sell
Things to me products and
Ideas that I don’t need
Sitting on a table by my sofa
It is wider than it is high and
These days it has a flat screen
It has preset ch...
Monday 11th April 2016 7:50 pm
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Ten
UP ON THE BOOKCASE
Up on the bookcase she’s still writing plays
Adventures melt titles leap off the shelf
Ben Okri – An African Elegy
Books with a bit of wear and tear like Skin
Ten Short Plays – Nicola Batty & co
Memories of places we used to go
Guide to the Musée d’Orsay - in Paris
Modigliani on the hotel wall
The Weirdstone Of Brisingamen – Garner
The ver...
Sunday 10th April 2016 2:04 pm
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Nine
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
...
Saturday 9th April 2016 10:38 pm
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Eight
FLOWERS
All covered in bangles
Done up like Beau Jangles
So cosy
Like poesy
Red roses sans mangles
Cream cheese and hot bagels
Laid out on long tables
Like plastic
Fantastic
Red roses green stables
Red damaged and tangled
Green droopy bits dangled
Red rosy
Girl’s posy
Plastic flowers mangled
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The prompt at NaPoWriMo today was to wr...
Friday 8th April 2016 5:06 pm
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Seven
POOR CANDLESTICK MAKER
He might love her but she loves the Butcher
Next time I think he will try the Baker
Butcher Baker or Candyfloss Maker
He even asked out the Cocktail Shaker
Still no joy for she too loves the Butcher
Cake in hand he’s waiting for the Baker
She was late coming out of the Bakers
When she did he said Hey Miss Cake Maker
She said what? And wen...
Thursday 7th April 2016 10:56 pm
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Six
EVER EXPANDING ANDY
Since bread and cheese with herbs became his dream
The cabbage soup diet would not suit him
Eating himself to death with cakes and cream
I don’t think that he will ever be slim
Shedding a few pounds would be a riot
Of course that’s not as easy as it seems
Lose the weight first then go on the diet
Ever expanding Andy – burst the seams
He need...
Wednesday 6th April 2016 9:14 pm
Day Five
CHOCOLATE
WHISKERS
Lily kitten pussycat
Nimble as an acrobat
With her chocolate whiskers sat
On a thimble Lily cat
I went out too early for the NaPoWriMo prompt today,
so I wrote a little rhyme for my Hello Baby collection.
Tuesday 5th April 2016 5:57 pm
paralax
between the end of bits and bobs
tanners and shillings
and the shaving of corners from lanes and roads
michael holding paces out his run up
bare chested
sunglasses
red shorts
big arsed rolling shouldered gait
whiff of a brylcreem
brothel creeper bounce
a pint of beer in each hand
...
Thursday 2nd April 2015 8:03 pm
Spring Tanka
A winter bite that
mocks the spring, pincers its cocoon.
A life supported?
Cease one's internal decay,
Even ice melts. Love's fluidity.
Thursday 11th April 2013 6:14 pm
Roses - NaPoWriMo Day 10
Roses are dead,
they smell like Le Pew.
But they still smell sweet
compared to you.
Roses are dead,
now you feel blue.
So take a shot neat,
and uncork the screw.
Roses are dead,
our hopes are too.
You were a cheat,
but I was too.
Thursday 11th April 2013 5:26 pm
You can't Streep poverty under the carpet... - NaPoWriMo Day 9
A silence fell upon the city,
contorted shadows twisting moonlight.
Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced
bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers
in an unforgiving wind.
The wretched odour of deprivation
a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.
Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap
and by night the vampires feast on th...
Tuesday 9th April 2013 4:44 pm
Ottava Riva - NaPoWriMo Day 8
Another attempt at my paternal tongue.
Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.
And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.
E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.
I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.
Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.
But this language pulsates to my yearning.
Ma questo linguaggio pu...
Monday 8th April 2013 11:31 pm
What if the NHS was one of us?
No home, no job, just 12 good friends.
Betrayed by one who swore they never would.
Died too soon for pointless reasons.
What if God the NHS was one of us?
Sunday 7th April 2013 4:13 pm
Beat to my own drum - NaPoWriMo Day 5
Adopt
Saint Stephen's tale
It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith
Degeneration X and anarchy
Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.
Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.
Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.
First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...
A pla...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:01 pm
Irish Sea
The waves carry you and I to meet
each creeps a little closer to my feet
I am waiting inside the rain for you.*
I retreat, stung by approaching tide
I turn my back and try to hide
The blistered, bitter rain that engulfs me.*
Hopelessly pulled back, my mind
succumbs to salty kisses entwined
...Sunday 7th April 2013 8:56 am
Irregular Apocalypse
“Got 10p for a cup of tea?”
“If you show us where you can get one for that price,
I'll give you a quid”
He never did...
Irregular Apocalypse.
Lonely and irksome.
The bitter glow of jaundice
tears at society's rustic chains,
one tragedy at a time.
“The Freemasons took my children,
they took my baby.”
Now she's hopping magic buses,
...Thursday 4th April 2013 9:41 pm
What do you do with a drunk in GAY bar? - NaPoWriMo Day 3
What do you do with a drunk in GAY bar,
What do you do with a drunk in GAY bar,
What do you do with a drunk in GAY bar,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning!
Tell 'im, “sorry, it's members only”,
Tell 'im, “sorry, it's members only”,
Tell 'im, “sorry, it's members only”,
Early i...
Thursday 4th April 2013 8:20 pm
A Reimagining
Sonnets are meant to be about romance
and love.
You know? All that's good.
But why should form be contained,
can one not make love to the page
in their own expression?
I can,
and will.
Imagination like a dodgems car,
wild yet bumpy.
And I guess that's what love is,
you can try to steer in the right direction
but there will always be obstacl...
Sunday 15th April 2012 6:49 pm
Brit-Wres-Fest 2012 - NaPoWriMo Piece
First time he'd ever been,
First time he'd ever seen
imaginations running wild brother,
see it to believe it.
As British as fish and chips
on a sunny London afternoon.
3 way dance or triple threat,
call it what you like but never forget
the joy,
the elation
the anticipation.
As Ligero drives the crowd wild,
the show stealer got robbed
...Friday 6th April 2012 5:56 pm
Something's gotten hold of my heart
For him the song took a whole new meaning,
a control that made him wish to control others.
“Something's gotten hold of my heart”
an evil, a darkness
he mused on midnight
and the encroaching demonic hours.
3am and a stereo's blazing in a stolen Volkswagen Beetle
inaudible white noise, a prerequisite
for the red mist to follow.
“He see...
Tuesday 3rd April 2012 9:10 pm
An Unconventional Marriage
Who needs paper to declare what your heart can?
Who needs a ring in place of a loving hand?
Who needs the approval of government or God
when two consenting adults hold the key to true salvation?
Love is the salvation that unlocks our potential,
marriage merely confines it to one form.
But if I were to ever conform,
I would do it for you.
The th...
Tuesday 3rd April 2012 9:08 pm
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