poems written = 41
poems written per day = 2.5625
poems remaining = 34
required poems per day = 2.4286
not only have i stumbled past the half-written mark, i have somehow managed to end up ever-so-slightly ahead of schedule
16 November 2011
75PoWriMo - XLI
meta-quickie
a quick one
can be satisfactory
but always suspect
you've been a disappointment
(more than usual)
a quick one
can be satisfactory
but always suspect
you've been a disappointment
(more than usual)
75PoWriMo - XL
i might be slightly high on the fumes of cleaning products
when
even for a moment
you're convinced
that you see your own breath
pouring forth in dayglo streams
like the tiny rainbows on pavement oilslicks
dancing round the kitchen as it diffuses
it may be time
for some fresh air
when
even for a moment
you're convinced
that you see your own breath
pouring forth in dayglo streams
like the tiny rainbows on pavement oilslicks
dancing round the kitchen as it diffuses
it may be time
for some fresh air
75PoWriMo - XXXIX
my four step plan
i used to have a plan
a four step plan
i wrote it down
on every surface
i could find
inscribed on almost
everything i owned
set out thusly:
i) form a band
ii) learn a chord
iii) write a song
iv) change the world
i even wrote a song
to which these steps
repeated mantra-like
formed the chorus
i believed in the plan
the plan was clear
and clearly right
it set out my path
defined my direction
and was my justification
for every one of my
questionable choices
steps one to three
are deceptive
appearing as they do
to be so straightforward
but i was never able
to perform them
to the prerequisite standard
to make the fourth possible
i used to have a plan
a four step plan
i wrote it down
on every surface
i could find
inscribed on almost
everything i owned
set out thusly:
i) form a band
ii) learn a chord
iii) write a song
iv) change the world
i even wrote a song
to which these steps
repeated mantra-like
formed the chorus
i believed in the plan
the plan was clear
and clearly right
it set out my path
defined my direction
and was my justification
for every one of my
questionable choices
steps one to three
are deceptive
appearing as they do
to be so straightforward
but i was never able
to perform them
to the prerequisite standard
to make the fourth possible
75PoWriMo - XXXVIII
you might be staring into her eyes and clutching her hands but you don't seem to have noticed that she's clearly not that into you
clear-glazed raybans
unusual piercings
immaculate scruffy-blond-hitler hair
pinstriped blazer
tatty knitwear
deep-blue implausibly skinny jeans
you probably imagine yourself
to be a delightful contradiction
but nobody loves a hipster
clear-glazed raybans
unusual piercings
immaculate scruffy-blond-hitler hair
pinstriped blazer
tatty knitwear
deep-blue implausibly skinny jeans
you probably imagine yourself
to be a delightful contradiction
but nobody loves a hipster
15 November 2011
Stats - Day 15
poems written = 37
poems written per day = 2.4667
poems remaining = 38
required poems per day = 2.5333
75PoWriMo - XXXVII
displacement activity
i made a cat's cradle from an elastic band
but too short, stretched too taut it dug into my hands
more than string so my fingers began to turn blue
til it sprang from my hands and fell onto my shoe
i made a cat's cradle from an elastic band
but too short, stretched too taut it dug into my hands
more than string so my fingers began to turn blue
til it sprang from my hands and fell onto my shoe
75PoWriMo - XXXVI
squirrel
in some ways
isn't each of us like a squirrel
we hide things without really knowing why
we are essentially vermin only sightly cuter
we are always grateful when a stranger feeds us crisps
we can be surprisingly vicious
very few of us aren't grey
many thanks for the title suggestion go out to the lovely @likecrazypaving
in some ways
isn't each of us like a squirrel
we hide things without really knowing why
we are essentially vermin only sightly cuter
we are always grateful when a stranger feeds us crisps
we can be surprisingly vicious
very few of us aren't grey
many thanks for the title suggestion go out to the lovely @likecrazypaving
75PoWriMo - XXXV
irrational hatred (part two)
trying to chop things without a big steel knife
awkwardly talking about twitter in real life
the population of the united states
these are a few of my irrational hates
the phrase "really, really" and the misuse of "literally"
the fact that i cant tell a moth from a fritillary
the way my mind dwells on my smallest mistakes
these are a few of my irrational hates
adults who don't know what the singular of dice is
the wilful disobedience of touchscreen devices
everyone's queuing but nobody waits
these are a few of my irrational hates
trying to chop things without a big steel knife
awkwardly talking about twitter in real life
the population of the united states
these are a few of my irrational hates
the phrase "really, really" and the misuse of "literally"
the fact that i cant tell a moth from a fritillary
the way my mind dwells on my smallest mistakes
these are a few of my irrational hates
adults who don't know what the singular of dice is
the wilful disobedience of touchscreen devices
everyone's queuing but nobody waits
these are a few of my irrational hates
75PoWriMo - XXXIV
yes you
stop staring at my notebook
over my shoulder
even if you could read my scrawl
you can't read my mind
i'm not writing about you
well, clearly i am now
but i wasn't before you started
see, now you've looked away
so all you've done is reveal
yourself to be guilty
but don't think i haven't seen
the way you keep glancing back
kudos for your attempts at subtlety
but you're not fooling anyone
let's make this clear
one final time
stop staring at my notebook
over my shoulder
stop staring at my notebook
over my shoulder
even if you could read my scrawl
you can't read my mind
i'm not writing about you
well, clearly i am now
but i wasn't before you started
see, now you've looked away
so all you've done is reveal
yourself to be guilty
but don't think i haven't seen
the way you keep glancing back
kudos for your attempts at subtlety
but you're not fooling anyone
let's make this clear
one final time
stop staring at my notebook
over my shoulder
75PoWriMo - XXXIII
i don't do mornings
fighting back sleeop
although my eyelids beg for slumber
counting down reversing sheep
but soon reach negative numbers
my reason and my instincts torn
but i can't lie here any more
and my thirty-seventh yawn
propels me, stumbling, out the door
fighting back sleeop
although my eyelids beg for slumber
counting down reversing sheep
but soon reach negative numbers
my reason and my instincts torn
but i can't lie here any more
and my thirty-seventh yawn
propels me, stumbling, out the door
14 November 2011
Stats - Day 14
poems written = 32
poems written per day = 2.2857
poems remaining = 43
required poems per day = 2.6875
75PoWriMo - XXXII
i am the future of my past
cooking celeriac fondant
and cabbage with chorizo
if you waved a magic wand and
let my childhood self know
what was in my saute pans
he would just have viewed
me as some weird old man
cooking yucky food
cooking celeriac fondant
and cabbage with chorizo
if you waved a magic wand and
let my childhood self know
what was in my saute pans
he would just have viewed
me as some weird old man
cooking yucky food
75PoWriMo - XXXI
we are more than all the things we are
we are all recycled fromn leftovers
we are each a by-product of a by-product
we are only an intermediate stage
we are not a raw material
we are not a finished product
we are transitory
we are physically momentary
yet we are loved
we are all recycled fromn leftovers
we are each a by-product of a by-product
we are only an intermediate stage
we are not a raw material
we are not a finished product
we are transitory
we are physically momentary
yet we are loved
75PoWriMo - XXX
irrational hatred
the feeling of fleece and the texture of wicker
the greasy perfume of kentucky fried chicken
chicken wire affixed to wrought iron gates
these are a few of my irrational hates
people who clap on the first and the third beat
warm summer sun with its frankly absurd heat
strangers in shops who pretend that we're mates
these are a few of my irrational hates
high heels with jeans (although boots are exceptions)
checking your hair in each passing reflection
strictly come waltzing to songs in 6/8
these are a few of my irrational hates
the feeling of fleece and the texture of wicker
the greasy perfume of kentucky fried chicken
chicken wire affixed to wrought iron gates
these are a few of my irrational hates
people who clap on the first and the third beat
warm summer sun with its frankly absurd heat
strangers in shops who pretend that we're mates
these are a few of my irrational hates
high heels with jeans (although boots are exceptions)
checking your hair in each passing reflection
strictly come waltzing to songs in 6/8
these are a few of my irrational hates
75PoWriMo - XXIX
not quite the ghost i wish you were
i only glimpsed your face
for the briefest moment
as you bent to tie you lace
an as i - with places to go - went
rushing past the gloomy
busstop where you half hid
a shudder rattled through me
for although you weren't the kid
you were half our lives ago
and my your face had aged
i didn't doubt who you were though
but the way i felt had changed
you meant almost nothing to me
while we shared that daily hell
but now i feeling gloomy
that you reminded me how it felt
i was glad that i forgot you
when repressing that other time
and, remember me or not, you
will soon refade from my mind
i only glimpsed your face
for the briefest moment
as you bent to tie you lace
an as i - with places to go - went
rushing past the gloomy
busstop where you half hid
a shudder rattled through me
for although you weren't the kid
you were half our lives ago
and my your face had aged
i didn't doubt who you were though
but the way i felt had changed
you meant almost nothing to me
while we shared that daily hell
but now i feeling gloomy
that you reminded me how it felt
i was glad that i forgot you
when repressing that other time
and, remember me or not, you
will soon refade from my mind
13 November 2011
Stats - Day 13
poems written = 28
poems written per day = 2.1538
poems remaining = 47
poems remaining = 47
required poems per day = 2.7647
75PoWriMo - XXVIII
after
the weight of your breath
your pulse ringing in my ears
closing down the day
the weight of your breath
your pulse ringing in my ears
closing down the day
75PoWriMo - XXVII
singing you to sleep with nonsense
you're only grumpy cos you're tired
that's the way your circuit board was wired
and though the solder's not great it's not shorting
there really must be some method of sorting
out the difference between our views
i'm convinced that you should sleep whilst you
seem just as fixed on this new policy
of screaming til you make my eardrums bleed
and even when that crimson tide comes seeping
out of my ears you'll probably not be sleeping
and as it starts to trickle down my cheek
you'll only see it as a sign i'm weak
and probably imagine you have won
but let's be clear we've only just begun
and you will find i'm rather good at waiting
and every time i see your lungs inflating
i know you're slowly using up your powers
and i can keep this standoff up for hours
until the hawk of darkness comes a-swooping
and tugs your eyelids until they are drooping
see, even now your volume starts to fade out
and you're far less awake that you have made out
the strings that hold your head up have been slackened
the sleep thread needle's already going back and
forth stitching your brain into a tight seam
just give in - i'll see you after your dream
you're only grumpy cos you're tired
that's the way your circuit board was wired
and though the solder's not great it's not shorting
there really must be some method of sorting
out the difference between our views
i'm convinced that you should sleep whilst you
seem just as fixed on this new policy
of screaming til you make my eardrums bleed
and even when that crimson tide comes seeping
out of my ears you'll probably not be sleeping
and as it starts to trickle down my cheek
you'll only see it as a sign i'm weak
and probably imagine you have won
but let's be clear we've only just begun
and you will find i'm rather good at waiting
and every time i see your lungs inflating
i know you're slowly using up your powers
and i can keep this standoff up for hours
until the hawk of darkness comes a-swooping
and tugs your eyelids until they are drooping
see, even now your volume starts to fade out
and you're far less awake that you have made out
the strings that hold your head up have been slackened
the sleep thread needle's already going back and
forth stitching your brain into a tight seam
just give in - i'll see you after your dream
75PoWtriMo - XXVI
poesie
mon coeur est comme une puce
ma faiblesse est comme un perroquet
qui crierait les banalités
au sujet de mes nombreux échecs
un fois par seconde sans arrêt
et ne s'ennuie jamais
parce que
mes excuses ont le couer de fer
mon coeur est comme une puce
ma faiblesse est comme un perroquet
qui crierait les banalités
au sujet de mes nombreux échecs
un fois par seconde sans arrêt
et ne s'ennuie jamais
parce que
mes excuses ont le couer de fer
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