philthD's 75PoWriMo

22 November 2011

Stats - Day 22

poems written = 54

poems written per day = 2.4545

poems remaining = 21

required poems per day = 2.625

well i never did

i've never played a cello
i've never read hello
i've never under-analysed the works of aa milne
i've never won a race
i've never been to space
chances are i've never seen your favourite film
i've never won a toga
i've never tried to yoga
i've never saved much money through attempts at haggling
i've never prayed to zeus
i've never finished proust
in fact i've never even eaten a madeleine
i've never been to lords
i've never been adored
i've never impressed people when i've met them
i've never kept control
i've never reached my goals
though that's because i've never really set them

75PoWriMo - LIII

don't end up like a superdisk

unopened unused
unneeded unappreciated
you met your obsolescence
in mint condition
lost at the back of a cupboard

75PoWriMo - LII

notification

i remember
          knowing your family
     before you existed
i remember
     you as a tiny child
          wailing for an entire holiday
i remember
          the summer of 95
     you were there, small
               but peripheral
                    (i was at a self-involved age)

and now i am informed
     you are a fully adult person
          following me on the twitter?

     this morning
i feel so very old

21 November 2011

Stats - Day 21

poems written = 51

poems written per day = 2.4286

poems remaining = 24

required poems per day = 2.6667

75PoWriMo - LI

defenestration (reprise)

i knew the correct
answer to a question on only connect
as soon as the second clue appeared
but only because i wrote a poem about it this time last year

http://bit.ly/9lzzL4

75PoWriMo - L

she knew he loved her because...

     eight hundred broken ghetto blasters were
playing their song
          on worn, old c90s

     each morning's breakfast a new
message of love was etched
          into the black side of her toast

     every florist in a 12 mile radius emptied
her bed strewn with petals
          filled the volume of her bedroom

     2,768,356th in line to the throne
made her feel like a princess
          by arranging convenient accidents to all the others

20 November 2011

Stats - Day 20

poems written = 49

poems written per day = 2.45

poems remaining = 26

required poems per day = 2.6

75PoWriMo - XLIX

reflected glory

vicarious success
is even better than
personal success
due to the added bonus
of knowing someone deserves it

75PoWriMo - XLVIII

occasionally i feel worthwhile

you did this
didn't you
i could tell
normally
it's not as
good as this

75PoWriMo - XLVII

a prayer

father
give me the patience
not to need to
help where i am not needed
and father
give them the ability
not to need to
have put my last prayer to the test

19 November 2011

Stats - Day 19

poems written = 46

poems written per day = 2.4211

poems remaining = 29

required poems per day = 2.6364

75PoWriMo - XLVI

she was the mist

you descend form the cooling air
condensing into being
lending a flattering soft focus
reminding me that the background
is unimportant scenery
turning every journey
into a series of surprises
making every turn an adventure
hugging me damp
being all i see

75PoWriMo - XLV

steeling

before a full and busy day
to find five minutes' peace to pray
for strength to face each new morass
perform a mental mise-en-place
itemise foreseen concerns
and prepare for each in tern
is never quite enough to get me through it
but i'd fare much worse if i didn't do it

18 November 2011

Stats - Day 18

poems written = 44

poems written per day = 2.4444

poems remaining = 31

required poems per day = 2.5833

75PoWriMo - XLIV

irrational hatred (part three)

gingham and paisley and especially houndstooth
believers that dawson's creek's dialogue's profound truth
the way i'm allowing myself to stagnate
these are a few of my irrational hates

not being warned about triggers or spoilers
overproduction that makes music joyless
the volume of food diners leave on their plates
these are a few of my irrational hates

assumed social skills i have still yet to master
playing a fender, especially a stratocaster
mediocre or worse things that everyone rates
these are a few of my irrational hates

17 November 2011

Stats - Day 17

poems written = 43

poems written per day = 2.5294

poems remaining = 32

required poems per day = 2.4615

75PoWriMo - XLIII

peardrops

pungent, sweet
and esoteric
distinctive
aroma of stoops,
park benches
and the top deck of
75
buses late on spring
afternoons

for @RachSmith82 who enjoys in-jokes