Thursday, 11 July 2019

The humidity of a dishonest storm
























A snapshot of the day to day; the drudgery, the skullduggery,
And yet such luscious leaves,
As the story weaves,
Against a backdrop of rolling grey clouds menacingly shaking their fists at those marching below,
Oblivious to the heavy hearts; rich and ripe and caught in a humid, dishonest, flow,
Sun breaking through to stretch her warm fingers out to beckon you near,
Black clouds grumbling but backing off as the light breaks through fear,
Do what you're able and don't believe all you think you can see,
Not so trapped in a dark cloud that you can't break free,
Sway with boundaries, push borders, shapes and form,
Don't get sucked into believing in a dishonest storm,
Shuffling along, head bent and shoulders braced,
All the better to weather life's storms and troubles faced,
Dejected, yet unbeaten, pushing on, no matter the how,
Striding forwards into your future, from this present moment, this now,
Smile and laugh in the face of it for it is truly a beautiful world,
As the lies of a dishonest storm float over your head; unbroken, uncurled,
A little break from menotony, a little break from the norm,
Unwrapped and released, from the lies of a dishonest storm,

Sunday, 30 June 2019

Working in a typical English pub

Measured and treasured a hazy, heady, brew,
Hugged in the hands of the many and the few,
As we collect, stack and wash glasses until they gleam,
Conversations at the bar just letting off steam,
Counting out change -make sure that it's right,
The locals rarely tip as they're far too tight,
Some come to drown their sorrows others with a raging thirst,
Seeing the very best of people as well as the very worst,
Here comes trouble hurtling, full throttle, down the track,
If you punch him in the face you'll not be welcomed back,
Whilst they sit at the bar judge the quality of the beer,
Watching out for those heavy hitters that have no fear,
Happy go lucky are who you prefer to serve,
A psycho-therapy siren you mix with vim, vigour and verve,
'Time at the bar please' is what we always love to shout,
As we clean up, wipe down and kick the fuck out,

Tuesday, 4 June 2019

Goodbye my Love

She had looked like someone who was finally saying goodbye,
Nodding at the well-fitting familiarity as she passed on by,
Crossing sunny plazas watching, being watched, from terraces full to overflow,
Joining with the hearts and minds of good and brave as well as those she didn't know,
Beautiful green spaces she had memorized so well,
Picnics in parks, such larks-! And stories they could tell,
Sliding down secret side streets to avoid the hustling, bustling, throng,
For leaving had felt like losing a limb yet staying had felt so wrong,
Now she's gone yet somehow she'll always be here, in a time unset by clocks,
Constantly returning on the crest of a wave as the tide washes onto the rocks,
For within her DNA she carries the spirit of all the good people and places she knew and had met,
Whispering upon the summer breeze "I'll always love you" and "I'll never forget"


Wednesday, 15 May 2019

Prompt: What is poetry and what can it be for our world today


I think it's the meat on the bones that keeps the world fed,
Or maybe it's between the spaces of the words that are left unsaid,
The baring of a soul, written on, or between the lines,
The breakups, the heartaches, the stepping on life's landmines,

The laughter, the loves, that takes away all the fears,
The lyrical lexus that brings sweet music to the ears,
That opening of the head that gets creative expression to flow,
More personal than a story, for the poet you'll get to know,

A literary licence on any topic for anyone with something they want to say,
Poetry reflects the world and it's differences in a brutally honest way;
In the bleeding hearts song,
In the putting right the wrong,
In something pretty or gritty,
In a little bit of a ditty,
Deep, dark and dirty,
Romantic and flirty,

So go on grab a pencil and write what you feel
Just always remember to keep it all real,

Wednesday, 1 May 2019

Day 31- Prompt : Rework an old poem

Drunk again
I drink until I can see myself, unreflected through the bottom of the bottle,
Foot on the pedal, and the pedal to the floor, caining it at full throttle,
Alcohol between new friends becomes the balm that seals,
Unknowns into best mates, at least that's how it feels,
Blanketed warmth that covets and soothes,
Around the sharp edges and deep down in the grooves,
A confident arrogance, a not giving a flying fuck,
Making friends out of enemies is always pushing your luck,
For whiskey neat, no word of a lie, even now still makes me wince,
That Christmas we broke in, drank them dry, I haven't been back since,
Getting emotional; teary-eyed or angry, victim or perpetrator, saint or sinner,
So lets just go get a round of drinks -not everyone can be a winner,
Find another enabler to accompany you on this ; for 'hell hath no fury like a drunk that's been wrong'
I'd never admit it, and I won't know the name but I'll know all the words to the very next song,
When you only popped in to have a quick half at the bar,
But are now 2 sheets to the wind with friends near and far,
Funny bar chats, dancing, playing pool, what a night was had by all,
Drunk again, spinning yarns, laughing hard, having a ball,
Until the morning, fuzzy headed, unrecognizable from the fall,


who now are you going to call?



Prompt:
https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-28

Tuesday, 30 April 2019

Day 30 Prompt : Take the phrase; (after ) + Again

Drunk again
I drink until I can see myself, unreflected through the bottom of the bottle,
Foot on the pedal, and the pedal to the floor, caining it at full throttle,
For whiskey neat, no word of a lie, even now it still makes me wince,
That Christmas we broke in, drank them dry, I haven't been back since,
Getting emotional; teary-eyed or angry, victim or perpetrator, saint or sinner,
So lets just go and get a round of drinks not everyone can be a winner,
Find an enabler to accompany you on this ; for 'hell hath no fury like a drunk that's been wrong'
I'd never admit it, and I wont know the name but I'll know all the words to the next song,
When you only popped in to have a quick half at the bar,
But are now 2 sheets to the wind with friends near and far,
Funny bar chats, dancing, playing pool, what a night was had by all,
Drunk again, spinning yarns, laughing hard, having a ball,
Until the morning, fuzzy headed, unrecognizable from the fall




Prompt:

https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-29

Monday, 29 April 2019

Day 29 Prompt : Complete + .....

Complete set
She laid the cards as they came,
Not following suit, not at all the same,
We continued to play patience, though no-one had won nor given up yet,
Waiting around for that Ace of spades to complete the set,
Patience, poker, Old Maid, rummy, make some space,
As in life, hope for the best with each card we place,
A sequence, some order, we hope to have found,
As all those cards get dealt all around,
You never know which cards you will get,
Until you lay them down to complete your set,
Now the cards are stacked in your favour,
Easy living, a flow you can savour,



Prompt:

https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-24

Sunday, 28 April 2019

Day 28 Prompt : Directions poem

Directions
I passed by that street where we had first kissed and tasted the scent,
Took a left by that bar where we'd talked into the night until our money was all spent,
Along the tree lined path, with views west of the sea,
You told me how you were falling in love and I really wanted to agree,
I passed diagonally through the plaza where we'd waxed lyrical about the meaning of life,
I even took a right into the park, passed by the duck pond, where I had first met your wife,
She had directed me towards the fake-reality you had woven all around you,
The one I never knew about, for I was dazzled by glitter; unreal, untrue,
Yet still I walk this city, without a map, my head held high,
I'd rather be forever lost than to hear one more lie,


Prompt:

https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-27

Saturday, 27 April 2019

Day 27 Prompt : Exile

Her 12 year exile was coming to it's end,
As she packed up her life and prepared them to send,
Three kinds of exile; short, middle and long,
Though that voice deep within needs earth for its song,
Abandoned by your country all life is a mystery,
Roaming loose and free, unburdened by history,
Heart dripping, soul dancing to an unknown groove,
Evict, expel, exile, remove


Prompt:
https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-25

Friday, 26 April 2019

Day 26 Prompt : Write a stolen poem (hearts/minds/time/etc)

Stolen time poem
Waiting for traffic lights, hearts and minds to change is their fate,
Waiting for the old lady to count out her change in the queue- her eyesight not great,
The friend who steals your time like a thief because she's always late,
For the slow train to arrive -though now your tickets out of date,
Breathe in the now a heightened state,
Out with the love and in with the hate!
These moments and people that steal your precious time,
Pickpocketing your minutes and hours and never paying for their crime,


Prompt from Writers Digest 2019 Day 5

https://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-5

Thursday, 25 April 2019

Day 25 - Prompt : A View - 2 poems

The view
From my train; the soil tilled and watered perfect rows ready for planting,
Early mornings, workers bent over, no time to watch the sun rising,
Artichoke plants, fat hairy stems, with giant protective leaves,
Hundreds upon hundreds of heavy heads bobbing in the breeze.

My view
Tainted and tarnished with a rose-tinted hue,
That for every tree taken that we'd plant another anew,
Water, food, a roof over your head, basic rights so true,
That the very rich must pay their taxes in all countries they live -like as if we never knew!,
If someone is drowning like the rice does in a stew,
Sinking in depression or the sea, do we stand and watch as they do?
Where is the human ? Wrapped up in the legalities of international waters a heady, unsteady, brew,
If you want to pray to your god(s) then please go right on ahead,
But can't we build churches with mosques and synagogues all houses, all god(s) instead?
For right there I think our unification will finally begin to be fed,
We don't see that we are all just the same this should be enough to hold us together without enforced societal glue,
A conversation from love of our fellow human but then what do I know for this is only my point of view,


Thanks for the prompt!

https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-13

Wednesday, 24 April 2019

Day 24 - Prompt : A correspondence poem (to fit on a postcard)

Foods great, wines lovely and so's the beer,
Wish you were here,
The water's so blue, so warm, and so clear,
Wish you were here,
We took a long walk along that pier,
Wish you were here,
Please be a dear & check my post as you live so near,
I hope to be back within the year,
I really wish that you were here.



Today's prompt:

https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-22

Tuesday, 23 April 2019

Day 23 - Prompt : Sketch poem

A rough sketch

Something to work with, it's just a rough sketch,
Portrait or landscape gives room to grow n stretch,
Fuzzy, fearless, try before you fly, see how it grows,
Borderless, limitless, paperless, but you get how it goes,
Take it easy, take your time, let it happen as you go along,
If it feels like it's working out, then how can it be wrong,
Adding sparkles and glitter is the glue that holds us all together,
Sellotaped hearts that creak in the wind and ache, dependent on the weather,
Rough sketches work if you don't press too hard you can fix form and tone,
For nothing is forever nor is it fixed in stone,
So scribble away get it all pencilled in,
A sort of plan is better than zero to win,




Prompt: Sketch poem
https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-21

Monday, 22 April 2019

Day 22 Prompt: Dark poem

Your ageless eyes imprinted upon me as we talked,
Then the lights went out,
They'd been cooking a meal together,
When the lights went out,
He was asleep; warm, cosy and alone,
When the lights went out,
I was with all the people I love and care for,
When the lights went out,
I was saving it all for best,
When the lights went out,
It was all just about to come together,
When the lights went out,
It was all just about to fall apart,
When the lights went out,
You came looking for me and took my hand,
When the lights went out,
I felt safe and sure, you knew this terrain,
When the lights went out,
Stumbling in the dark yet you never let me fall,
When the lights went out,
You had something so important you had to say,
When the lights went out,
My heart felt so full of love & then the lights went out.




Prompt: dark poem - (cave.,no electric, dark horse/dark angel/dark heart/ etc)

https://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-20

Sunday, 21 April 2019

Day 21 - Prompts : Love poem and an Anti-love poem



Anti-Love poem

Has love just become another marketable product, wrapped in the shiny, plastic, packaging of a heavily, filtered photo, of the you you want to be,
Objectifing each other, based on our looks or how well we can take a perfect selfie instead of the soul behind the packet that we refuse to try to see,
Truthful, caring, love, we seem to have lost sight,
When we all sit in judgement with a swipe to the left or right,
Ghosting and hating just where is the love? how does that feel?
Does nobody want to work for something that could actually be real?
We need to be spoon fed, handed love upon a plate,
Give your love freely, don't expect it so early or too late,
For everything else is in the lap of fate not a one night stand or an online date.

Love Poem
How can they get to your heart? -Any way you choose,
Once fate, chance and destiny have all put on their shoes,
You're in their sights you cannot lose,
Loving yourself first shows your limits, for love is all you need,
For when you care enough to love nourish feed





Thanks for the prompts WD!
1. A love poem and/or
2. Anti-love poem -or not!
https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-9

Saturday, 20 April 2019

Day 20 - Prompt : Animal poems - 2 for the price of 1!!


Acrostic
Curling into warm comfy spaces,
Agile and fast but with airs and graces,
Twitching that tail to not lose face,
So supple and lean with claws so mean

August 2018 on the island of Formentera

To be reborn as a cat in Formentera is the best it can be,
No tiger, nor monkey, nor dolphin for me,
When my bones turn to dust and my soul roams free,
Reincarnate me as a cat in Formentera surrounded by the sea.



Prompt day 3 - Animal poem
https://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-3

Friday, 19 April 2019

Day 19 - Prompt : Write a reason poem


To soothe the turbulent storms within and out, I write,
To understand myself and the world around me, I write,
To grow my vocabulary with an antonym or synonym, I write,
To clarify problems all the better to find solutions I write,
To articulate my thoughts and feelings into the tangible, I write,
To review my past from the comfort of my present moment I write,
To put out fires in a world for hire I write,
For every season I'll find a reason to write.


Thursday, 18 April 2019

Day 18 Prompt: Catch + .....Release+

I catch a train a mundane thought,
It starts to rain and you get caught,
Pitter, patter of raindrops a slow release,
The pills will start working you'll find some peace,
I find myself being impatient, angry, before I see it for what it is; An unnecessary reaction within, so I reframe,
I consciously release myself and everybody else, from this reactionary game,
I catch myself having a meltdown when I can't refill a script,
I release them from my problem - it's not their fault I'm still an addict,
If you catch yourself sinking and your life-jacket's lost with your boat,
Remember to release yourself from the ties that bind you and then you'll stay afloat,
Now when I catch myself thinking, I always take a step back from my enemy lines,
I release myself from my own harshness that costs so dearly in metaphorical fines,



Thanks for prompt WD
https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-16

Wednesday, 17 April 2019

Day 17 - Prompt : Barcelona

Barcelona - You beautiful beast !
People towers, walking for hours,special sauce for the onions (cal├žots) on a public BBQ,
Asking who is the last when you have to form a queue,
She's always giving me all she's got,
Is it pollution or pollen that has my sinuses filled with snot,
Thief's and robberies everyday but sometimes thwarted,
One every four minutes and that's just the ones that are reported,
Side streets of the gothic quarter, green spaces and coastal views,
She'll make you feel energised and real or as if you've lost all your screws,
So be careful out there for she's both magnificent and mental,
One day dancing on tables, rebeliously flashing her knickers the next day soft, safe and sentimental,




Prompt: Write about a city
www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-14


Day 14 prompt : Choose a city

Tuesday, 16 April 2019

Day 16 - Prompt: Predictable: Fake Spiritualists and Mediums

Fake spiritualists - Fake mediums

Pragmatic
Romantics,
Even
Death,
Intrinsically
Calculated,
Taken
Apart
By
Liars for listening
Eager-ears



Thanks for prompt WD:

https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-15