Polling Day – Day XXIV – NaPoWriMo 2014

Well here we are
The final stretch
Here we are
Nervous wrecks

No time to rest
On our laurels or asses
Time to comfort, support
And cajole the masses

One says it goes well
One says it’s all lost
One says he can steal it
If we pay the cost

We’ll leave it all
On the field of battle
The stress, the anguish
The fear, the hassle

Not that it ends there
No not by a mile
But at least we’ll sleep
If but for a while

I sit here and pray
For the soldiers that roam
Let them prove worthy
And safely come home

For we fight not to win
We fight for our peers
We fight to dispel
The hatred and fear

Every soul we can save
Is a victory in the end
That’s the message
We must send

If we do this much
Then as long as we stay
Then we are victors
We are victors this day

Jane, Get Me Off This Crazy Thing! – Day XXIII – NaPoWriMo 2014

Through streets of dust
And fields of green
Amidst opposition flags
And skies unseen

We travel on
Hoping against hope
To muster courage
So we can cope

There are smiles and waves
And showers of cheers
That help deflect
The few rare jeers

An innocent face smiles
And blows me a kiss
And it’s moments like that
That’s I may miss

There are grating moments too
People I can’t stand
Who push my last nerve
With their selfish demands

Can I do this or not
I don’t know, I can’t tell
I need a break
I need out of this hell

This is how it is
Stuck between two worlds
Time to get off this roller coaster
Before I go and hurl

Black is White – Day XXII – NaPoWriMo 2014

I see things that aren’t there                                                           Amidst the shadows
Hidden within your very stare                                                                     There is light
You may not see                                                                      For those who are ready
Past your own hair                                                                              To stand and fight
But I see those things                                                              Never falter, never shake
That aren’t there                                                                      For your very soul’s sake

Madmen speaking heresies                                                                    But never easy
That’s what they called those that did see                                                     Is the road
The things that were                                                                        It is full of hardships
But couldn’t be                                                                                 Stocked with woes
Just because                                                         But if you are strong, you’ll succeed
Their minds were free                                   And reap reward for the blood you bleed

An outsider, maybe, to some                                                                            Open up
Is what, perhaps, you will become                                                   Your fastened eyes
If you refuse                                                                                         And see the truth
To keep mum                                                                                              In its demise
In front of doubters                                           Twisted by those that were to protect it
Who, your way, come                                   But in its name, they went and wrecked it

But this is the price we pay                                                                          Break away
To see not what is, but what may                                          Their shackles and chains
To say we saw                                                                                   And we shall build
That glorious day                                                                              From what remains
When none were blind                                                           A new hope. A new world
To the sun’s rays                                        Where black and white, is a lot less blurred

And thought sometimes I may be scared                                                          Only you
To face those who cannot bare                                                                  And I remain
To see one                                                                                             To fight this fight
Whose sight is rare                                                                               So we must train
I am free                                                                    The day comes, and it comes fast
So I do not care                                                                  When we will be, free at last

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