I am still here!

Sorry.
I didn't manage to keep up with my own challenge. Work got in the way again and made me feel small and unwanted.
But I am still here.
And I am still writing, and still enjoying a beer or two every now and then.
Sadly, I am growing fat with no bollywood dance class since the instructor twisted his ankle and my job has become a little more desk based, so I got off my spreading rear and walked to Clifton Moor and back.
Nearly 7 miles, and no chocolate to sustain me.
Problem is, I am off to an evening do for a mates wedding tonight so I haven't made much of a dent. And I think I might consume more than 700 calories in liquid refreshment. Could be a dance floor though. That might help.
But its another walk tomorrow. A longer one I think.
Pity there are few hills in York. Climbing up and down might just add to my desire to loose a few pounds of the weight variety. I can easily loose pounds of the monetary variety all the time.
Well, I may have failed my poetry binge but there are more where that came from....

No notepad.
No place to write.
But then, my soul
Has wallowed in the night.
In the dark.
In defeat.
My soul has languished.
 with naught to eat,
But sorrow.
Sorrow and pain.
The sharp cutting of the minutes
Into the same, of the same
And I, no shell.
No barrier at all.
Into the darkness
I do fall.
I do fall.
Until tomorrow.          24th April 2014

Then I did have a nice relaxing pint, and the day looked more promising...

At the edges,
Faded lines
Smudge,
And merge,
And cross over.
Taste, and thought.
Sound and sight,
Tickle and hint,
And linger.
Invented memories tease
And mind melts,
With ease.
As the edges blur.
And possibilities...
Wander!                            24th April 2014

Thank you to @Yorktap for a tasty, well cared for pint of Dark Rose by Hop Studio after a busy day at work.
Well, its nearly time to start getting ready so I will leave you all with your own thoughts for company.
Thank you for reading.  xx

Mini NaPoWriMo again.

Ok, a busy couple of days and I have been a little flummoxed with the poetry prompts, but I have given them a shot. With time, they might start to make sense, but I doubt it.

I am not really good at this.
Wherever we are coming from,
be it today - always a Tuesday -
Where my thoughts linger, caught almost,
at the start.

But the words are flowing.
They trot over a little known path
Across the grass, and over the river
Where I, cannot go.

It is only a start, and I am poorer  
for my failure as this Tuesday fades.
There are so many others out there
So much better - on every other day -
Of the week and I cannot read them all.
So many, so may myriad talents,
And mine, is only Tuesday.            8th April 2014


My play lists are a bit boring as well....

Five random song titles.

I cannot explain why but
I predict a riot.
By all means necessary,
It shall come to pass.
Even with Weather to Fly  away
The explosion shall overtake us
Here, and now.
We shall be different again.
Do not hope
For a nameless Savior to protect us.
We are all responsible for our own salvation
In each, and every day.           9th April.

My thoughts linger with my sister tonight.
Thank you for reading. XX

Last 3 Days of Na PoWriMo

Ok, not posted my poems for the last few days, so you get a mini selection in one fell swoop.
Didn't manage a golden shovel for Saturday but I did watch the pigeons for awhile...

Urban Vultures
In violently, cropped plane trees they sit.
Small, feather fluffed balls against the wind.
Awaiting from the square below
For folks to drop, their food on the go!
Few look up, to see the sight
Dark grey against the grey of sky.
Waiting patiently for their meal
They stare, intelligently across the field
Waiting for that single chance,
For the flocking hoard to advance.
On flapping wings, they descend
To the pavement. To peck away
Before a child runs through them all
And sets to flight, the hungry hoard.     5th April 2014

Sunday was a quiet, reflective day...

Outside my window,
Outside.
Bricks,
And open eyes of windows.
Into other lives.
Slates,
and roof bound aerials
To bring them tales,
And songs.
To make them forget, they are lonely.
To make them just belong.   6th April 2014

And today? A poem of love? Well I couldn't pick beer but as I stared at the blank page for inspiration...

My notebook.
Virgin white against the dark pen,
As I write
You glow with unspoken desire.
I love your patience,
As you wait for my thoughts to coalesce.
You taunt me with your blank pages,
And delight in the written word.
My notebook.
I love your spiral-bound wood pulp
That tempts me to imagine more than dreams.
I love you.                                                      7th April 2014.


And to those of you who have been waiting for it, I finally have the link to Dragons on the Moon, the song Jennifer Jordan wrote based on a poem I wrote.
And I love it.
/http://youtu.be/CI59IK4nkHk

Thank you for reading xx

Day Four of NaPoWriMo

A lune, or two.

Job share disaster.
I cannot do your job.
You don't care

Life's simple pleasures
A pint of good ale,
a cheese platter.

Real hoppy ale.
A taste of sweet joy
Ends the day.

"Fur' hops sake".
Sweet, heady, hoppy brew from
Half Moon Brewery.              4th April 2014

It was a good pint!

NaPoWriMo14

Charm for a Happier Working Day.
For staff to come,
Take one pinch of hope.
A dusting of desire,
And a small carrot of pay to wave ahead.
Plus, two unusual characters
With diverting gossip, with which to gloss over the day.
Then mix with time.
Taking care to not go over
And splash liberally with laughter.
Occasionally basting with caffeine, and chocolate
Before praising the result,
And blessing a smile.  3rd April 2014


I am surrounded.
In the dark.
The clash of scale on stones
Rattles my bones.
The breathless rush of belly upon the ground,
Crawls up my legs,
Without a sound.
The tap-tap-tap of nails,
Screeches across the rock
And all my thoughts run amok,
As I stare, at a pair,
Of glowing, green eyes.
I find myself, mesmerised.
As the dragons breath stirs my hair...
I am surprised to find.
I am not there,
But staring at the pages of a book.
Come with me, take my hand,
And let us steal another look...       2nd April 2014


Arrgghh!
You haven't blogged in a week,
My sister cried.
In a text.
On my phone.
But I haven't had chance to pop round
To see if you were home.
And you know I care,
Where ever you choose to roam.

Arrgghh!
I cried.
I haven't blogged in a week.
Nor have I spent the time to tweet
The ales I've drunk.
The places I've been.
I have stayed under the radar,
Life unseen.

Because I feel like it's chaining me in.
And I've run from my computer,
And the internet therin.
I don't want to feel that
I Have to!
Have to feed the addiction that slowly drifts in
And consumes us all.
The internet holds us all in thrall.
Arrgghh!
1st April 2014

Charm

The idea was a charm but it reads more like a recipe. Thanks to @BiblioOracle for the most unusual lines of
"Please do not germinate
For the unheartbroken"  from   Attend by Sarah Green which put my thoughts in rather a strange thought process. Still under Poems!!! page.
Oh well, enjoy all you NaPoWriMo ers out there.
And thank you for reading, xx

NaPoWriMo 2

Thought I could work out how to display more posts on a different page, but not as yet. But I have added another poem for NaPoWriMo to Poems!!!, and will continue to do so until I work out otherwise.
Myths & legends was the theme, and I chose to go with my favourite mythological creature.
Enjoy.
(Might have to think of titles for each one soon!)
Thank you for reading. xx