Not Bard

Well, I enjoyed NaPoWriMo 2013, even though I didn’t do a poem a day. Next year I’ll do more but it really surprised me how much fun it was. Anyway, I’ve had a go at making a little collection using a brilliant app called BookPress…if you’re interested here’s a link. Ithink it’s free..

 

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To read the book on your iPad, install the bookPress app and click on the following link:
Read Book on iPadTo read the book online, click on the folllowing link:
Read Book Online

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http://www.bookemon.com

Kind regards

The mystic one

Flow

Swans glide on sheet water
Skaters swing past smooth as glass
Friction. What’s that?
Oh yes. I remember.

Flow. That’s my nirvana.
To lose myself in the task.
To shake off dead weight thoughts
And float. Calm and soft.

Dousing could work. Of a sort.
Feel my way, listen hard.
Tremors are, after all, vibrations
What’s their sound I wonder

I have tributaries.
They vary, tidal.
The heavy doubts drag my pleasures out of their tracks
I put up storm barriers

Gravity is the Queen
Always corners you
Flow needs a light touch
And a light heart
Worth a shot
Always

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Spring cleaning

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Today’s offering is all about wanting to spruce up.

 

Do you know how to use hair dye
What happens if it marks the white grout
That frames my tasteful grey tiling
How would one start to get it out?
 
I used to get my hair done professionally
I used to get eyebrows, nails, everything done
But now I am happily crumbling
All due to my wonderful sons
 
But eventually you get to your limit
Perhaps it’s the coming of Spring
Like flushing a blocked up old drainpipe
I need some new sparkle and bling 

So tell me, how does home dye work then,

I do so want to get it quite right
So onwards and up to the bathroom,
I think it will be a long night…
 
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The serious poem

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Well, it had to come up at some point. It’s Parkinson’s Awareness Week starting Monday. The campaign is focused on what it’s like to have PD – you can see more at

http://www.parkinsons.org.uk/myshoes

Here’s my take…

Have you ever felt time slow right down?

Seen yourself from afar and adrift?
Left yourself, stepped away and observed
As your world falls impart with no sound.
You’re the same, you protest, there’s no change
But your body can’t quite seem to agree
There are times when you glimpse what’s in store
So you stare, swallow hard and persist
Keep on trying, get up, start each day
Take the pills, swallow hard, don’t moan on and on.
I am angry, my life has been turned
My plans are all scuppered and burned.
I’ve got new ones and dreams that I dream
But they’re not first editions, pristine.
Man is unique, we evolve under stress
Stronger souls would embrace such a test
But I twist and I turn in my binds
I am not Saint material, I find.
I am human, and tired and fed up
Yet, I know I will never give up
But that’s because there’s no option to choose
There’s no halfway, no safe place, no hide
Bloody Parkinson’s fights you from inside
So, why write this and open it up
Show the world how I deal with my lot?
I am set, I want you to know
I may shake, but this can’t be the end
Not the start of the end either, no.
It’s a shift in my life
A change in the song
A bit out of tune but I’ll try to sing on
So bear with me when I freeze and trip
When I swear when the seatbelt won’t clip
Count to ten
I will too
And we’ll muddle on through
To the stanza, the chorus, the end.

An ode to soft play

Playing catch up….

Soft play is a misnomer
It really tests your mettle
A sea of screaming offspring
Make you reach for the gin not the kettle
My boys seem to love it
They’re having a ball
They shriek as they fly by
Then stumble and fall
Soft play is a trial
That much is true
So thank god there’s free wifi
And the tea’s not bad too

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But my feet show it….

Things are getting increasingly unfunny chez stitch so in a resolute attempt to add some sparkle into a wintery environment I’m sig via WordPress. One poem every day for a month. Haiku here I come…

The challenge today is to start your poem with an opening line from another poem. Here goes.

The owl and the pussycat went to sea
The owl was sick at once
The cat lasted longer
Her stomach was stronger
A triumph of feline glee

I’m sure I’ll get better guys…
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