Accident! – Day XXI – NaPoWriMo 2014

Blood pumping
Women screaming
Glass shattering
Stop!

Dust flies
A baby cries
Did someone die?
Stop!

Panic ensues
Blacks and blues
Did you pay your dues?
Stop!

Forces rushed
Voices hushed
Metal crushed
Stop!

No blood this day
We thought, no way
Did they walk away
Stop!

Out they slid
The villain hid
Thank god we did
Stop!

Soldiers – Day XX – NaPoWriMo 2014

Forward we march
Through shit and mud and sludge
Standing strong in the wind
Refusing to budge

We wave our flag high
With vim and vigour and pride
Let them stare, let them pry
We’ve nothing to hide

We’ll tackle every obstacle
Climb the mountains high
For ours is not to question
Ours is to do and die

Forward, always forward
Never waver nor stray
Forward, always forward
No matter what may

Our orders we take
And we follow them with love
We tow the line and listen
To every word from above

For we are soldiers
My few men and I
And ours is not to question
Ours is but to do and die

We merry few, we men of youth
We stomp and stir and storm
With nothing but out ideals
To keep us dry and warm

Through gale storms and pouring rain
Onwards we go
Always to our goals
Always so

We’ll do it till it’s done
And the end it seems is nigh
Oh ours is not to question
Ours is but to do and die

(Inspired, in spirit, by “The Charge of the Light Brigade” by Alfred Lord Tennyson)

Roses are Red – Day XIX – NaPoWriMo 2014

So for today’s entry for the NaPoWriMo challenge I’m going old school – By which I mean I’ve decided to go back to the form most of us adopted for our very first poem as children – Some will be cheesy, some will (hopefully) be funny, and inevitably some will just be lame : p – Let’s see if we can’t have some fun with this…

(These are meant to be read as separate poems)

Roses are red
Violets are blue
This poem might be basic
But it’s what I want to do

Roses are red
Violets are blue
This may sound cheesy
But I wuv you

Apples are red
Oranges are orange
I can’t complete this rhyme
Because nothing rhymes with orange

Roses are grey
Violets are grey
Everything is grey
I think I’m colourblind

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m a lawyer
Touch me and I’ll sue!

The roses are violet
The violets are talking
The sky is pink
This is some good acid

Roses aren’t red
Violets aren’t blue
This the matrix
They’re all lying to you!

Roses are red
Bruises are black and blue
You shouldn’t have been texting
Behind the wheel you fool!

Roses are red
Violets are indigo
If you think this is easy
Try giving it a go!

Wow, those were a lot harder than I thought they would be… Well, hope you liked ‘em : )

Weather Worn – Day XVII – NaPoWriMo 2014

Heavenly downpour
On sinners and saints alike
It falls torrential

Drenching all souls below
In it’s cleansing shower
Till not one stands clean

It pours down heavy
Breaking through the stormy clouds
Upon the dry ground

The winds blowing strong
Rending roots and beams from earth
Tearing lives and limbs

Cooling the dry earth
Making each who stands witness
Tremble with great awe

Great thunder comes with
Sending shocks through the timid
Making them run, hide

This is the power
The wrath of Mother Nature
Or is it her love?

None shall ever know
And none shall ever tame her
Though many may try

She is mystery
She is unpredictable
She is everything

A Four Letter Word – Day XVII – NaPoWriMo 2014

What have I learnt
From stories of love, seen or heard?
I have learnt only this
That I have learnt nothing
Nor should I have

I have watched every comedy play out
Every tragedy fade away
Every grief or hilarious happenstance
And they are all familiar
Yet completely alien

In truth I will never have
A “meet cute” or “double take”
I will never find myself
In a game of mistaken identity
Nor be a cirano

For love, real love
Is formless and unpredictable
It is undefinable and indistinguishable
From the rest of life
Or so it seems

Or maybe this too
Is a lesson learnt
Where it should not have
Maybe love does not exist
Maybe it never did

If life is nothing
But a search for the answer
To this unasked question
Is the winner he who answers?
Or he who needs not to?

High and Low – Day XVI – NaPoWriMo 2014

In a portrait in negative space
Amidst an image hidden in nothing
Behind the veil where eyes do not venture
And perception ends it’s reign

Past human understanding
Beyond history and time
Before all that was
And after all that shall be

Never known
Never to be heard or seen or felt
That’s where
I think my bloody keys are

Limbo – Day XV – NaPoWriMo 2014

Miles behind me
Spent but not forgotten
Miles yet ahead
In the wind, like wild cotton

Places to go
People to see
Alternating between
Two different Mes

My heart on hold
My mind in limbo
Frying in the sun
Prostrate and Akimbo

Driven on sheer will
Powered by fidelity
Desperately seeking
That one true melody

Safe in this moment
In this moment here
Now there’s no screaming
Now there no fear

Though soon we’ll return
And return again then more
For now we’ll just stay
Feet on this floor

Google – Day XIV – NaPoWriMo 2014

A friend known
For most his life
There in times
Of happiness and strife
With many natures
Bundled in one
Sitting pretty
In a ray of sun

You sleep all day
And spread all round
Waking me each morning
To your nagging sounds
A creature of sloth
And whim it’s true
Doing whatever
You want to

And though I may ponder
What lies in your mind
If ever the answer
I did find
I’m sure I’d see
That you care not
Of the why, the where
The how, when and what

How simple it must be
To be such a creature
No worries or cares
No pupils or teachers
Independent yet bound
By will or by fate
Not truly ever showing love
Nor ever hate

Just lie there my friend
And be content
For that is the purpose
For which you are meant
You are my companion
When you choose to be
And in those moments I do see

You are who you are
You will never alter
You will never doubt
Or hurdle or falter
And though you be limited
By life’s design
I am your friend
As you are mine

Bronch (It’s A Thing!) – Day XIII – NaPoWriMo 2014

Sitting around
With my bros
Briefly escaping
From the world’s woes

We sit and chill
Way past one
It’s not quite lunch
But it’s way more fun

We stuff our faces
With fine dining
And escape for a mo’
From all the whining

And thus did we gather
We merry few
We wanderers and vagabonds
With nothing to do

We enjoyed good company
We did cheer and sing
And we did Bronch
(Yes, I’m making it a thing!)

Shaanti – Day XII – NaPoWriMo 2014

This room, where I sit
Is quiet and unlit
It’s perfect, in that sense
For me

For you see, dear friend
It’s where it all ends
The chatter
And cacophony

The world melts away
As I gently sway
Between this realm
And a dream

And I find
You should mind
Some peace, at last
For now, at least, it seems

Who knows, how long
The silence will stay strong
I’ll enjoy it, I guess
While I may

The world seems too loud
And men seem too proud
And that’s all, I think
I’ll say