GloPoWriMo: Day XXX: Sol

Like clockwork it comes
A starting gong
Immortalised in song
And ode and verse

Enemy of the night
Friend to all life
Cutting through the darkness
Like a red hot knife

The signal of the rise
After the ever present fall
Landing on each being
Big or small

A symbol of hope
And the passage of time
Ushering in the new
Lighting and burning
As the perennial climb

The bringer of the morn
And the blue birds sweet cheer
Telling one and all
That tomorrow is here


GloPoWriMo: Day XXIX: My Shoes

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt starts with a single word. And how fitting. Because oh so often just one word can change the course of a conversation. A relationship. A people… Okay that was a little dramatic, but you’ve probably noticed by now dear reader that I have a penchant for that sort of thing (if you have indeed had the misfortune… err I mean pleasure of being a frequent visitor).

So shout out to the piece that started today’s rambling adventure “Oh, The Places You Will Go” by the incomparable Dr. Seuss. (I would have gone with Green Eggs and Ham but it’s around lunch time and I was afraid I might make myself too hungry to finish ; p)

Upon my feet
They trod the street
Painted red and white

My shoes, my shoes
How much they do
From dusk till the dawn light

They jump, they skip
They twirl, they flip
They’re really outta sight

They climb, they kick
Sometimes step in shit
They march, left and right

They’re tough, but worn
Sometimes give me corns
Sometimes they really bite

And though they get muddy
And may look quite cruddy
I like my shoes, despite

My shoes, my shoes
So much they do
From dawn till the dying light

My shoes, my shoes
Because they do
Some guy stole them in a fight

GloPoWriMo: Day XXVIII: Falling, Tumbling

Today NaPoWriMo prompts a ‘Skeltonic Verse‘ (best name ever right?!). The description prompted an all too familiar subject so I just ran with it, but this is a particularly fun poetic scheme so I will probably throw in a second challenge entry today. So enjoy the first of you two-for-one NaPoWriMo Skeltonics reader…

Falling, tumbling
Nervously bumbling
Flat on your face
As you heart does race
Past the pain
Again and again
Those old refrains
“This is love”
“She fell from above”
“My turtle-dove”

Pain and pleasure
Beyond all measure
Sometimes fighting
Sometimes biting
Always lighting
Birthday candles
Silly love handles
“Relationship weight”
Then comes hate
It slowly precipitates

Then a split
What a hit
Words get shook
That’s all it took
Now you’re blinded
Absent minded
Craving the past
Till you move on at last

Now newly single
So lets mingle
Meet new people
Most vapid sheeple
But soon through the crowd
One stands aloud
And so then
Lets do it all again

GloPoWriMo: Day XXVII: George

It was fire and smoke
When it first fell upon my tongue
I masked the taste with agents
Designed to sweeten or dull

But in time I came to grow
And with it grew my thirst
My hankering for the amber
Golden nectar slowly nursed

That beautiful smoky liquid
That wonderful sweet refrain
Burning so good down my throat
As it fills me up again

Too warm and it would be a harsh friend
Too cooled and it’d lose its essence
Not so fast as to lose its depth
Or slow as to be lost in evanescence

Intoxicating, exuberating
That smell, that bittersweet flavour
If I had a peg with me right now
I’d sit back at ease and savour

GloPoWriMo: Day XXVI: Buried and Found

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt encourages us to explore the viewpoint of archeologists far in the future… What will they find? What will they make of what we leave behind? When the remains of a long forgotten human race are found, will they make any sense?

My answer may be a stretch. Or just too convoluted evenĀ to follow. But nothing ventured nothing gained!

Upon what would have been his middle finger
On his non-dominant hand
There we found this piece
An inscribed gold band

It was scratched and the ring warped
Telling its wear through climates and years
Whatever this piece signified
This one held it very dear

You can see here that it is missing filling
Around these characters unknown
So even to have it repaired and renewed
It would not part from his bones

Three letters, what do they mean
Are they numbers of letters?
Did they inspire fear and hate and prejudice?
Or did they push him to be better?

He must have worn it most his life
For his finger did shape around it
And something interesting actually
About another near where we found it

We have studied the bodies around him
And done a DNA match to identify a few
There is one near by that is peculiar
It has an identical indentation on its finger too


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 šŸ˜

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.

Like a grain of salt in the sea

A speck of sand in a desert breeze

What am I, What can I be?

I am you and you are me

I exist, still I seize

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… imaginingĀ 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