GloPoWriMo: Day XXI: A Hyphen Is Not A Word

Today NaPoWriMo‘s prompt is to use overheard speech as a springboard for a poem… Sadly I’ve “overheard” nothing particularly inspiring or unique or funny enough to even catch my attention, let alone base a poem on…

So instead I’m borrowing a few words from the mouth of an Hon’ble Justice of the Delhi High Court to start off today’s challenge entry. Let’s see where it takes us…

A hyphen is not a word
Said the judge in her garbs
Nor a semi-colon nor a comma
Fell her jesty little barbs

I bow to your honour
Said the counsel standing shrugged
He feigned polite amusement
But you could tell he was bugged

Well that was rather funny
Thought the sat opposition
Leaning back with a smile
Feeling successful in his mission

Congratulations to us
Said the juniors on the docket
Not a bad way to start the day
A little win in their pockets

In this prolonged legal battle
There would be other fights
But today they were happy
And toasts would be raised tonight

GloPoWriMo: Day XIX: Dawn of the Platypus

Wouldn’t it be fun to reimagine creation itself? If my effort on today NaPoWriMo prompt is any indication, it certainly would be 😝

This is a tale
Of many years past
Lost to time and dust and myth
Of three that came
Fused in one
And a history that was writ

One walked the land
One swam the sea
And a third of the open air
One day were met
On a river’s edge
To seek the heavens in prayer

Finding no sign
Of any higher being
They each turned and blamed another
For standing in the way
Of their absolution
And brother did turn on brother

The ground shook
The waters boiled
And the storm clouds did gather grey
Each beast did charge
With blinding rage
into the tripartite fray

At the very moment
When the clash did break
And each swung its claw or wing
A lighting bolt
A heavenly stroke
Did strike like a blinding sting

If you cannot live
In peace together
Bellowed a booming voice
Then you’ll never live
Apart again
That is my final choice

And as the voice echoed
Each beast was ripped apart
And a new thing was made from their features
And so was born
The Platypus
That funny semi-aquatic creature

GloPoWriMo: Day XVIII: Neorhythms

Today NaPoWriMo prompts us to use a few neologisms – briefly, make up some words! So bucklace yourself… something silly this way comes…

What is the sound of laughter
Is a ha ha or guffaw?
Or can it go hee hee
Or hauwa hauwa hauwa

What is the sound of sadness?
A dreary sigh or a puny sssnph
A heavy waaa-aaa-aaah
Or a deep and evil ssssssss

What is the sound of a soul that shatters
Does it go crash or bang?
Or more like a quiet tissshhh
Or kraka-karish-karang

What is the sound of a heart made light?
Is it a mmmm or a phew
The sounds of just nothing
Or a thumpity-thump, tha-pew

What it the sound of creation?
Aha! or Oho! or Yes!
I have it! Or Eureka!
Or a resounding, ba-dum-tsh!

What is the sound of someone making something up?
Is it a poem just like this
With made up words and funny sounds
And an unoriginal ending… ba-dum-tish!

GloPoWriMo: Day XVII: Nocturne

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to pen a Nocturne – a composition capturing or set to the spirit of the night, usually set to piano music – but as a poem. so if you fall asleep reading this dear readers, I suppose I’ll take it as a compliment : D

As an added element I suggest you put on your favourite nocturne, settle in, and then read on. NaPoWriMo suggests Chopin’s Op. 9 No. 2. Or you could listen to what I had playing in my head as I was writing – Brahm’s Lullaby.

Drift-less
Aimless
Like a grain of salt in the sea

Wafting
Flowing
A speck of sand in a desert breeze

Senseless
Thoughtless
What am I, What can I be?

Listless
Pointless
I am you and you are me

Standing
Waiting
I exist, still I seize

Awe-less
Ire-less
From these I am free

GloPoWriMo: Day XVI: Dear Jane

It’s a lazy Sunday. Emphasis on lazy. So I apologise to you, dear reader, for being fairly lazy about today’s poem.

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem in the style of a letter. This reminded me of a song that I attempted to write many (many) years ago… imagining the other side of a “Dear John” letter. So in an effort to expend the least effort ; p and also give an old verse new life, here is “Dear Jane“…

Dear Jane
I got your letter
And I’m writing back
Now that I feel better
How can you say that we are through

I know
We’ve got our problems
But if we try
I know we can solve them
Won’t you just tell me what to do

And I promise Jane
There’ll be no more pain
Please don’t shut your front door

Just give me one more chance
Believe in our romance
Just one more dance on the dance floor

Dear Jane
Please read this letter
Things are bad
But they will get better
On the breaking of that golden dawn

Soon now
The fight will be over
And I’ll be back
Holding crimson clovers
Just hold on dear Jane, love John

 

 GloPoWriMo: Day IX: ‘9’

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt-ed poem goes out to a special fraulein out there. You broke my heart. But I’ll always love you : )

Will you be my eternal love
Will you keep my heart safely
Will you always make it all fine
Will you wake up next to me
Will you always be truthful
Will you hold your self against mine
Will you hold my hand
Will you let me love you forever
She just smiled and she said nein