Poetry Blog by Andy Sewina aka Danny Wise
Referendum what a bore
The man in the street will still be poor
And the rich will be richer than before
The press will descend on Manchester
And what she declares the world will swallow
The public’s chance to change tomorrow
Leave or stay? Remain or exit?
United Europe? Or Sporting Brexit?
The lying deceitful corrupt elite
Boring yawning I’m snoring ...
Tuesday 21st June 2016 10:24 pm
First of all, congratulations to everybody who completed the challenge of writing thirty poems in thirty days. I enjoyed doing it for the most part, but I am, as always, a little disappointed that there are so few pieces that I think are any good. There are one or two that I feel I can do some more work on, and there is actually one that I have already performe...
Sunday 1st May 2016 10:36 pm
I know that - you’re playing a game
You tell me you paint your toenails blue
You mess with my head - but you stay the same
All night you talk to…? I haven’t a clue
I know that - there is only you
Behind your grin and bear it persona
Sparkling and dizzy - and heady just you
Fizzy like Tizer pop and Corona
I know ...
Saturday 30th April 2016 2:07 pm
Day Twenty Nine
The prompt at NaPoWriMo today was to
write a poem based on things you remember.
Monday we said we would always be bold
My very first kiss – sixteen – seconds old
Falling back to earth in a lead balloon
She thought that she was flying to the moon
Memories can flatter and sometimes please...
Friday 29th April 2016 9:07 pm
Day Twenty Eight
The prompt at NaPoWriMo today was to write a poem
that tells a story backwards, therefore, the first line should
say what happened last.
Finally she pulled the trigger and walked away
She hated them all with a vengeance
The alley cats that rooted through trash cans like bin dogs
The fat cats ...
Thursday 28th April 2016 11:30 pm
Day Twenty Seven
HER MADE UP WORLD
Her made up world of shopping for shoes/ Under the bed she has continents of them/ Amazonian rain forests full of knee high boots/ Islands the size of Timbuktu stuffed with carrier bags/ And receipts for stiletto’s that she’ll never wear/ I went to visit her once and she took an hour to find an odd shoe/ It was under ...
Wednesday 27th April 2016 8:53 pm
Day Twenty Six
What about April
Even weeds are weedier
What happened to spring
More showers this year than last
And today the snow came back
The man with the feeding tray
Waiting for the birds
The grass is always astro
Dream on you know you can’t play
Tuesday 26th April 2016 11:18 pm
Day Twenty Five
From time to time
We travel by photography
From one time frame to another
From the present to the past
And from the past into the future
Through the same eyes
We see things in different ways
As if for the very first time
Light is thrown upon the Darkness
Illuminating our minds for ever
We wonder if those sh...
Monday 25th April 2016 9:38 pm
She’s kickin’ mad for it like Baudelaire
Done time in prison and she doesn’t care
The painted canvas of her portrait cries
Up in the gallery despite her lies
If I don’t tell her she won’t know the truth
She set herself apart she’s so aloof
As fleeting as modernity methinks
Art Nouveau rings another round of drinks
A gin and tonic and she waves goodbye
Sunday 24th April 2016 7:50 pm
Day Twenty Three
The prompt at NaPoWriMo today was to write a sonnet.
I took the end line words from Shakespeare’s sonnet LXI
and the (sort of) idea behind it and came up with this:
JEALOUSY OR JEALOUS ME?
Do you plan to keep your image open
So sleeplessness will keep me up all night?
Do you think that my sleep will be broken
With images you send to t...
Saturday 23rd April 2016 5:55 pm
Day Twenty Two
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
Friday 22nd April 2016 5:15 pm
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
Thursday 21st April 2016 4:22 pm
Flash Fiction in 51 Syllables
ONLY A GAME
After losing the big game, Dawn tries to pacify her Pet Robot. However scarce it may be for a Robot, he flies into a rage. Dave can’t see what all the fuss is about ‘it’s only a game’, he says.
Wednesday 20th April 2016 12:26 pm
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
The conjurer tried to conceal
an ace up his sleeve but no deal
for the audience saw
that the rookie was raw
and the magical deal wasn’t real
I did the Madeleine Begun Kane Limerick prompt today.
The idea was to use the rhyming word conceal or seal
in the challenge.
Monday 18th April 2016 10:33 pm
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
Welcome to Manchester
Or should that read
Greetings from Manchester
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?
The prompt I chose a...
Saturday 16th April 2016 2:28 pm
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
The prompt at NaPoWriMo today was to write...
Friday 15th April 2016 5:00 pm
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!
The prompt at NaPoWriMo today was to write a san san poem.
Thursday 14th April 2016 11:47 pm
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.
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
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
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
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
Sunday 10th April 2016 2:04 pm
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
All covered in bangles
Done up like Beau Jangles
Red roses sans mangles
Cream cheese and hot bagels
Laid out on long tables
Red roses green stables
Red damaged and tangled
Green droopy bits dangled
Plastic flowers mangled
The prompt at NaPoWriMo today was to wr...
Friday 8th April 2016 5:06 pm
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
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
Wednesday 6th April 2016 9:14 pm
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
NEVER KNOWING KNOWINGLY
Sitting there looking - bored forever
Never knowing knowingly - owing me
Ring me - bring me - sing me a song
A long, long - long lost song
Why pay rent on a concrete tent
When you can drive a Winnebago
He sings the jingle over in his head
Like a metronome windscreen wiper
If any month was heaven sent
It must be March or May
Monday 4th April 2016 5:18 pm
WHACK! AND WHAM!
Dear Batman, I’m your biggest fan
Robin’s bobbins compared to you
You’re greater than the also rans
Superman, and Spiderman too
You’re the best of the very best
They just don’t measure up like you
And I’m not talking Adam West
The Riddler can’t out riddle you
Love the way you Zapped! The Joker
Kerplop! Thunk! Blam! One thump, Pow! Swish!
Sunday 3rd April 2016 3:57 pm
Today’s challenge at NaPoWriMo is to write a poem that takes the form of a family portrait. You could write, for example, a stanza for each member of your family. You could also find an actual snapshot of your family and write a poem about it, spending a little bit of time on each person in the picture. You don’t need to observe any particular form or meter. Happy writing!
Saturday 2nd April 2016 8:26 pm
Today’s challenge at NaPoWriMo is to write a lune. This is a sort of English-language haiku. While the haiku is a three-line poem with a 5-7-5 syllable count, the lune is a three-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable count. You can write a one-lune poem, or write a poem consisting of multiple stanzas of lunes. Happy writing!
Betwixt and between...
Saturday 2nd April 2016 12:36 am