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Monday 2 May 2016

The Last Days of napowrimo 2016

OK it is 2 days into May, but I am determined to put 30 poems on for 30 days. Had a lot of catch ups and spent the last day of April laughing at some of the best/worst jokes in the world.
Anti Slam winner York 2016
Please watch and enjoy, and enjoy!

So to my last three poems.
Not following prompts on any of them, just feelings from watching the world go by.

Beery Thoughts

Sit by the window with a pint
And watch the people go.
Let your mind just wander free,
And then the words will flow.
Flow down the river, to the sea.
Swirl round in shuddering eddies.
Catch on bull-rushes. Seep through moss
All thoughts are caught here.
None are lost.
But not in order.
Like pebbles in a stream
Like grains of sand,
The sea sucks and deposits them, where it may.
Pick one up.
Admire it.
Treasure it always.
This gritty seed might become a poem, one day!
As it sits on the windowsill,
Warming in the cloud-catching sun.
With a pint in hand,
Watching people,
Just for fun.

18th April 2016
 I never said I hadn't written more in the month of April, just off prompt, like this next one.

Half-moon seats

Half-moon seats.
Tonight,
The fading moon mirrors your existence.
You support.
The moon shines.
Both are inclined to wax and wane with time.
Half-moon seat.
Support me tonight.
Soon, the moon will be gone.
And I will be incomplete
Unsteady on my feet
Unsure which way to carry on.
Half-moon seat.
Please be the seat I can rely upon.

18th April 2016.

The final poem was written on the final day of April.
A 20 minute poem to take away.

Welcome to York.

Welcome to York
The tourist board says.
Welcome to York.
A walled roman city
Full of vikings and history
Poets and mystery
And streets that are gates,
And gates that are bars,
And bars that are, well pubs.
Lots and lots of pubs.
Full of folks to meet
with talented musicians
and spoken word artists
And beer.
Lots and Lots of beer.
Let me walk you round the corner,
Then the weekend can start!
Lamb and Lion, Eagle and Child.
Three legged Mare.
York Arms, (Sam Smiths) A little more local in there.
Past that big bloody church that cost lots of money
To a home of Guy Fawkes
And a gate of stone.
Are you feeling a bit unsteady on your feet?
No?
Then we'll toddle round the corner
To Trembling Madness.
Which, when all said and done
Will happen to us at the end of this street after such beery fun!
To Evil Eye. And Ye Olde Starr Inn.
Punch Bowl (Nicholsons)
And Terrier, thought its a little hidden.
OK?
No!
Then I'll walk you safe to the station,
Just past Harkers and Lendel,
And the lodgings of judges.
The Maltings taint flooded but it was a close thing.
And York Tapp
And home once again.
But you'll have to come back
and see lots more.
A weekend ain't long enough
For those 200 odd pubs you've missed.
Welcome to York
Go home happy, and pissed.

30th April 2016

And then it was done.
Now I've got to stop just writing any old rubbish and start planning Words and Whippets for June.
Wish me luck and thank you all for reading!

Joanne Foxton xx
May 2016