Say Owt!
"Say Owt".
Say anything at all.
Let the words on your tongue, flow.
Let those "Sweat-borne secrets" stain the sheets beneath your fingers
As the ink stains your hands.
Dance naked in "Dust motes and faded green velvet"
While you silently smile.
Be "The sunshine kid" you always were,
You always wanted to be, again.
Don't let the strain of life drag you under.
It's not always right to think
"More bees better bonnets"
Open up your mind again.
Open up your soul
And let these "Island songs" flow through you.
Echo through you.
Translate through you.
We are all one "Tribe"
Build your "Lapstrake" boat
Word by word.
Line by line,
And set sail with stars your only guide.
10th April 2016
This was meant to be a poem from book titles. I chose to use some of the poetry books I have slowly been amassing over the last year. Most local to Yorkshire but not all. All amazing in their own right, and I thank them for their words! Every last one!
Say Owt Anthology - Henry Raby et al.
Sweat-borne Secrets - Sally Jenkinson
Dust motes and faded green velvet - Emma Whitehall
The Sunshine Kid - Harry Baker
More Bees Bigger Bonnets - Steve Pottinger
Island Songs - Steve Pottinger
Tribe - Monkey Poet (Matt Panesh)
Lapstrake - Wendy Pratt
Sunday, 10 April 2016
Napowrimo Day 9 Uncomfortable thoughts.
I do not belong!
A cry all struggle with
At sometimes in their life.
For me, always.
Even when the world is going right.
I lay at night.
And fight, with this constant demon.
I do not belong!
10th April 2016
A cry all struggle with
At sometimes in their life.
For me, always.
Even when the world is going right.
I lay at night.
And fight, with this constant demon.
I do not belong!
10th April 2016
Napowrimo Day 8 Flowers
Forget - Me - Not.
Amongst the grassy meadow.
Lilac bright blue
gazing at the bright blue sky.
A myriad tiny eyes.
Walked on
Clomped on
Stamped on
And passed by.
Tiny sapphire twinkling, they cry
Forget. Me. Not.
10th April 2016
Amongst the grassy meadow.
Lilac bright blue
gazing at the bright blue sky.
A myriad tiny eyes.
Walked on
Clomped on
Stamped on
And passed by.
Tiny sapphire twinkling, they cry
Forget. Me. Not.
10th April 2016
Thursday, 7 April 2016
Napowrimo 2016 Day 7 3 random words
Sometimes the moon is heavy, round and yellow.
On clear nights, surrounded by a weather rainbow
Reminis of a tasty cheese, wrapped in paper.
I try to place my feelings down on paper
But my brains is fogged by a weary rainbow.
Full of work, and daily tasks, tingled by yellow.
How I wish my words were one endless bright rainbow.
Full of tasty morsels of ideas kept safe on paper.
Guarded by the streaming moonlight, golden yellow.
My life is a monochrome yellow rainbow, surrounded by paper.
Three random word tritina.
On clear nights, surrounded by a weather rainbow
Reminis of a tasty cheese, wrapped in paper.
I try to place my feelings down on paper
But my brains is fogged by a weary rainbow.
Full of work, and daily tasks, tingled by yellow.
How I wish my words were one endless bright rainbow.
Full of tasty morsels of ideas kept safe on paper.
Guarded by the streaming moonlight, golden yellow.
My life is a monochrome yellow rainbow, surrounded by paper.
Three random word tritina.
Wednesday, 6 April 2016
Napowrimo Day 6 Food!
Everyone expected it to be about beer...
But the day was yet young.
And the madness had to be nailed down by someone.
So, I chose... Chocolate.
Chocolate, just a square, or two
To melt upon my tongue.
to separate the day
Into more manageable pieces.
Just a single, dark-sweet bliss filled jolt of sanity.
A space to breathe,
to be me, in amongst the mountainous piles of paperwork
And endless questions of Why?
I didn't want to shirk
Or not do my job.
Just a moment of chocolate
To fend off the mob
Baying for my corporate blood.
But....
Maybe the madness was real.
Maybe, I indulged a little more than I should.
'Cause as I look around me
the shelves are now bare.
A million wrappers drown my desk
No more chocolate, anywhere.
And I...
feel a little fuller than I should.
Now I have chocolate, instead of blood!
6th April 2016
Food was the prompt for Napowrimo. Food!
But the day was yet young.
And the madness had to be nailed down by someone.
So, I chose... Chocolate.
Chocolate, just a square, or two
To melt upon my tongue.
to separate the day
Into more manageable pieces.
Just a single, dark-sweet bliss filled jolt of sanity.
A space to breathe,
to be me, in amongst the mountainous piles of paperwork
And endless questions of Why?
I didn't want to shirk
Or not do my job.
Just a moment of chocolate
To fend off the mob
Baying for my corporate blood.
But....
Maybe the madness was real.
Maybe, I indulged a little more than I should.
'Cause as I look around me
the shelves are now bare.
A million wrappers drown my desk
No more chocolate, anywhere.
And I...
feel a little fuller than I should.
Now I have chocolate, instead of blood!
6th April 2016
Food was the prompt for Napowrimo. Food!
Tuesday, 5 April 2016
Roots of the Earth Napowrimo day 5
Roots of the earth.
Long grown, and nutritious
You stab down
Deep into the ground.
Anchoring us to our land.
Nailing us to our soil.
A sweet, starch store
Of Winter food and memory.
Of Orange Spears
Of Purple Haze and Eskimo
White woody foundations of the past
Parsley Hamburg
And Javelin.
Red and white rivets of history.
Sparkler.
White Icicle
Sakurajima Mammoth.
You helped us build a future
Helped us grow
Nurtured our bodies, and souls
Yet we rejected you.
Aimed for visual perfection
Of bigger, better, more.
Sanitised our world
Our future
By changing the past
Forgetting our history
Losing our memory.
Losing the Roots of the World.
Let the seeds of your children be more forgiving of our foolishness.
Let them feed and grow our memory once more!
5th April 2016
Carrots, parsnips and radish!
Long grown, and nutritious
You stab down
Deep into the ground.
Anchoring us to our land.
Nailing us to our soil.
A sweet, starch store
Of Winter food and memory.
Of Orange Spears
Of Purple Haze and Eskimo
White woody foundations of the past
Parsley Hamburg
And Javelin.
Red and white rivets of history.
Sparkler.
White Icicle
Sakurajima Mammoth.
You helped us build a future
Helped us grow
Nurtured our bodies, and souls
Yet we rejected you.
Aimed for visual perfection
Of bigger, better, more.
Sanitised our world
Our future
By changing the past
Forgetting our history
Losing our memory.
Losing the Roots of the World.
Let the seeds of your children be more forgiving of our foolishness.
Let them feed and grow our memory once more!
5th April 2016
Carrots, parsnips and radish!
Monday, 4 April 2016
The cruelest month. Napowrimo Day 4
The Cruelest Month.
Is February.
Short of daylight
With long promises in
warmish glints of Spring.
Blunted by Winter.
Glimmer of dawns
yet darker nights than before.
Do not bloom to soon into sharp, frost-fed death.
Wait for this longest of short months to end.
4th April 2016
Is February.
Short of daylight
With long promises in
warmish glints of Spring.
Blunted by Winter.
Glimmer of dawns
yet darker nights than before.
Do not bloom to soon into sharp, frost-fed death.
Wait for this longest of short months to end.
4th April 2016
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