poems written = 67
poems written per day = 2.4815
poems remaining = 8
required poems per day = 2.6667
27 November 2011
26 November 2011
Stats - Day 26
poems written = 67
poems written per day = 2.5769
poems remaining = 8
required poems per day = 2
75PoWriMo - LXVII
take
as i take
a step back into real life
i will take
care not to forget that
things i take
for granted in this bubble
i must take
with me into the world
no mistake
as i take
a step back into real life
i will take
care not to forget that
things i take
for granted in this bubble
i must take
with me into the world
no mistake
75PoWriMo - LXVI
i am well aware i looked like a twonk
i don't think
i'm ever going
to admit
to most people
i even did that
let alone
how much i enjoyed it
i doubt
i'll even admit it
to myself
i don't think
i'm ever going
to admit
to most people
i even did that
let alone
how much i enjoyed it
i doubt
i'll even admit it
to myself
75PoWriMo - LXV
running into old friends
how do you precis
your life to someone you may see
once or twice a year
but whom you know genuinely cares?
do you speak of grand sweeps
the many blessings that keep
descending
or of any of the unending
parade of tedious minutiae
the things that stress and test and try?
i feel 1 thousand things a day
so how should i know what to say
the millions i've tried to forget
since we last met
how do you precis
your life to someone you may see
once or twice a year
but whom you know genuinely cares?
do you speak of grand sweeps
the many blessings that keep
descending
or of any of the unending
parade of tedious minutiae
the things that stress and test and try?
i feel 1 thousand things a day
so how should i know what to say
the millions i've tried to forget
since we last met
25 November 2011
Stats - Day 25
poems written = 64
poems written per day = 2.56
poems remaining = 11
required poems per day = 2.2
75PoWriMo - LXIV
displacement displacement
i sat down
to write a poem
to distract me
from all the things
i didn't want
to have to do
but the draws
of assorted
glowing screens
ate my mind
ate my time
all
i scrawled
was this
i sat down
to write a poem
to distract me
from all the things
i didn't want
to have to do
but the draws
of assorted
glowing screens
ate my mind
ate my time
all
i scrawled
was this
75PoWriMo - LXII
miss
every day when i log on
to twitter the first thing i do
is open lists and click upon
the link that takes me straight to you
in futile hope that you've returned
as if you'd never been away
to the social medium you spurned
eighteen months ago today
i know you had your reasons
and i know they're pretty sound
and i know that my worries and
wishes you were still around
are just selfish expressions
of a self-involved regret
and i know i know you less than
anyone you ever met
and it shouldn't be an issue
and i should get over it
but the fact remains i miss you
cos you were my favourite twit
every day when i log on
to twitter the first thing i do
is open lists and click upon
the link that takes me straight to you
in futile hope that you've returned
as if you'd never been away
to the social medium you spurned
eighteen months ago today
i know you had your reasons
and i know they're pretty sound
and i know that my worries and
wishes you were still around
are just selfish expressions
of a self-involved regret
and i know i know you less than
anyone you ever met
and it shouldn't be an issue
and i should get over it
but the fact remains i miss you
cos you were my favourite twit
24 November 2011
Stats - Day 24
poems written = 61
poems written per day = 2.5417
poems remaining = 17
required poems per day = 2.3333
75PoWriMo - LXI
three "must get here"s
i)
predicting
our
reunion
thus
holding
off
sleep
ii)
alone
this
home's
oddly
silent
iii)
attended
radius
another
minute
inches
slowly
i)
predicting
our
reunion
thus
holding
off
sleep
ii)
alone
this
home's
oddly
silent
iii)
attended
radius
another
minute
inches
slowly
75PoWriMo - LX
(appropriated) bedroom windows
and it starts like this
i look through the glass
know every detail of the facade yet nothing
that's behind what light bounces from
life passes by in a blur
but this view is immobile
it is my permanent backdrop
still and stoic as the vortex
sucks the details into oblivion
and it starts like this
i look through the glass
know every detail of the facade yet nothing
that's behind what light bounces from
life passes by in a blur
but this view is immobile
it is my permanent backdrop
still and stoic as the vortex
sucks the details into oblivion
75PoWriMo - LIX
a mundane but perfect moment
swarming
with the commuter shoal this morning
through the crowded concourse
i was on course
for an architecturally-haired young man wearing
a cheap ill-fitting suit who was staring
at the cleaners' cart
from which he was maybe eight men apart
at this point the soundtrack in my cans
began
the gentle drum roll intro to a tune
the timing could not have been more opportune
i watched as the young man raised up
his empty take-away cappuccino cup
and with laudable insouciance and a quick
half-disguised flick
of his wrist propelled the rubbish toward that bin
slowly trundling away from him
and as i watched as that tumbling cup fell
the music in my ears started to swell
and as i watched it glide
into its goal without touching the sides
the song kicked in its first sforzando chord
i had to fight my hands not to applaud
the young man's stony face allowed a tiny grin
of triumph in celebration of this win
literally as soon as this happened i thought that i finally had a way to use this title supplied to me by the lovely @likecrazypaving
swarming
with the commuter shoal this morning
through the crowded concourse
i was on course
for an architecturally-haired young man wearing
a cheap ill-fitting suit who was staring
at the cleaners' cart
from which he was maybe eight men apart
at this point the soundtrack in my cans
began
the gentle drum roll intro to a tune
the timing could not have been more opportune
i watched as the young man raised up
his empty take-away cappuccino cup
and with laudable insouciance and a quick
half-disguised flick
of his wrist propelled the rubbish toward that bin
slowly trundling away from him
and as i watched as that tumbling cup fell
the music in my ears started to swell
and as i watched it glide
into its goal without touching the sides
the song kicked in its first sforzando chord
i had to fight my hands not to applaud
the young man's stony face allowed a tiny grin
of triumph in celebration of this win
literally as soon as this happened i thought that i finally had a way to use this title supplied to me by the lovely @likecrazypaving
23 November 2011
Stats - Day 23
poems written = 58
poems written per day = 2.5217
poems remaining = 17
required poems per day = 2.4286
75PoWriMo - LVIII
the most underrated delicacy
when you stumble home feeling snowman-ish
with two ingredients (and maybe some garnish)
you can make a meal which will banish
all traces of hanger from your belly
and clear fear from your mind as well (e-
ven if you cant afford to shop at the organic deli)
opening up your refrigerator
you will find a bowl or plate or
tupperware of food you left for later
last night or perhaps the night before
when you discovered you had prepared more
food than could be crammed into your maw
be grateful to yourself of yesterday
as his propensity for overca-
tering has given you "ingredient a"
depending on the nature of your saved
comestibles it may take too much brave-
ery to eat cold so a microwave
or saucepan may be used to warm it through
the method selected is up to you
(who am i to tell you what to do?)
the second step is also none-too-hard
it simply requires you to maillard
some bread (stopping before it's charred)
once happy with the browning of your bread
all that's really left to do is spread
ingredient a all across its head
it's nothing of which you will want to boast
but the delicious dish i make the most
brings simple joys - leftovers on toast
when you stumble home feeling snowman-ish
with two ingredients (and maybe some garnish)
you can make a meal which will banish
all traces of hanger from your belly
and clear fear from your mind as well (e-
ven if you cant afford to shop at the organic deli)
opening up your refrigerator
you will find a bowl or plate or
tupperware of food you left for later
last night or perhaps the night before
when you discovered you had prepared more
food than could be crammed into your maw
be grateful to yourself of yesterday
as his propensity for overca-
tering has given you "ingredient a"
depending on the nature of your saved
comestibles it may take too much brave-
ery to eat cold so a microwave
or saucepan may be used to warm it through
the method selected is up to you
(who am i to tell you what to do?)
the second step is also none-too-hard
it simply requires you to maillard
some bread (stopping before it's charred)
once happy with the browning of your bread
all that's really left to do is spread
ingredient a all across its head
it's nothing of which you will want to boast
but the delicious dish i make the most
brings simple joys - leftovers on toast
75PoWriMo - LVII
my city is an archipelago
this city is a continent
but my city is an archipelago
collected familiar islands
a family of isolated recollections
places i have grown to know
to love, to fear, to long to revisit
federated states of mind
suspended in a soup
spread among a sea
the undulating waves and shipping lanes
of places across which i travel
cross over, pass by, fly through
and i love those geological events
those volcanic moments
when new land masses emerge
rising from the depths of the darkness
new islands or just new spurs
peninsulas slowly encroaching the shores
of the formerly unknown
this city is a continent
but my city is an archipelago
collected familiar islands
a family of isolated recollections
places i have grown to know
to love, to fear, to long to revisit
federated states of mind
suspended in a soup
spread among a sea
the undulating waves and shipping lanes
of places across which i travel
cross over, pass by, fly through
and i love those geological events
those volcanic moments
when new land masses emerge
rising from the depths of the darkness
new islands or just new spurs
peninsulas slowly encroaching the shores
of the formerly unknown
75PoWriMo - LVI
perspective
sometimes i
feel like i'm
watching myself
through the wrong
end of a
pair of binoculars
tiny and
distant and
slightly out of focus
knowing that
at any
moment i could
bump into
things which seem
so far away
sometimes i
feel like i'm
watching myself
through the wrong
end of a
pair of binoculars
tiny and
distant and
slightly out of focus
knowing that
at any
moment i could
bump into
things which seem
so far away
75PoWriMo - LV
my brain was trying to sing this like dylan
just a twisted, tiny-hearted man
who never understood the way to feel
he don't when love-atrophy began
and can't even be sure if he is real
which is partly because he's just a composite
and partly because he's partly parts of me
but he's concluded mostly it's because it
isn't easy to define reality
the voice inside narrating
his life had started stating
that by now his heart was in need of reinflating
his heart had very slowly crusted hard
like play dough that's been left out in the sun
he needed a crash cart and cpr
but most of all he just needed someone
to take that clay and gently start remoulding
to find the kind of form he isn't suite
to polish off the dirt and find the golden
kernel and the glowing pilot light
the voice inside narrating
his life had started stating
there were just too many pluses he's negating
just a twisted, tiny-hearted man
who never understood the way to feel
he don't when love-atrophy began
and can't even be sure if he is real
which is partly because he's just a composite
and partly because he's partly parts of me
but he's concluded mostly it's because it
isn't easy to define reality
the voice inside narrating
his life had started stating
that by now his heart was in need of reinflating
his heart had very slowly crusted hard
like play dough that's been left out in the sun
he needed a crash cart and cpr
but most of all he just needed someone
to take that clay and gently start remoulding
to find the kind of form he isn't suite
to polish off the dirt and find the golden
kernel and the glowing pilot light
the voice inside narrating
his life had started stating
there were just too many pluses he's negating
22 November 2011
Stats - Day 22
poems written = 54
poems written per day = 2.4545
poems remaining = 21
required poems per day = 2.625
75PoWriMo - LIV
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
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
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