Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Some More

Day 53:

Last Tuesday Night


Well the GM looked quite poorly,
As I got home Tuesday night
All dressed up to go running,
but hunched and shivering – quite a
sight,
On the couch I left him,
snuggled in, he began to snore.
I cursed the cold and darkness
and struggled out the door
The traffic was at a standstill
as I persevered out West,
To the Etals! I was eager,
to run the run! (I jest).
The run began quite slowly,
just one check, one halt we’re told,
and all up and down ole’ Massey
we bundled Hashers strolled
The path it was well marked,
in paper, flour and chalky trail
(we were told that DD ate some
of the tasteless hashing braille)

When the roads looked all familiar
(though granted, rather dark)
and the hills looked all slippery,
We found the Pisstop at Don Buck Park.
Ignoring signs of ‘no drinking,’
We drank and ate with glee,
and then on home it was
(it wasn’t too far you see).
Back home Petal had accomplished
A magnificent feast for one and all,
Even me ( now that I’m fussy)
Scoffed much upon Kracken’s call.

With Meatballs and rice (two types),
And vegan curry too
Upside down pineapple cake
And fish-sticks for you-know-who.
Full and thoroughly buggered,
We all enjoyed the yak,
Then Kraken started fining
Yea, our singing’s always slack.
On Home I did return,
Expecting to find GM in bed,
But no – he was on the computer
Eating chocolate cake instead.


Day 54:Summer dawn

Sunshine makes the grass glow
And smiles grow
As flowers show
Dainty heads bursting free
For the bee
To come see
Leaves unfurl their springtime face
Every place
A happy face
Skies shine blue and clear and high
Sun idles by
Calmly sighs
A warm wind promises longer days
Summer rays
Laughter plays


Day 55:Excitement Building

Happiness is bursting free
joy pours from all parts of me
I feel it in every single vein
a fire I could not restrain

What is this feeling and where's it from?
Is it just that spring has sprung?
And now that the sun can glow bright,
I feel that all will be alright.

Summer's knocking on the door,
Promising fun and I want more
This day light is a drug I swear,
clearing shadows and ending fear.

Pale skin glows and drinks it in,
warming with it's giddy grin,
too soon the night! But never mind
Soon comes the day when clocks unwind

And then I'm sure heat will prevail,
and burn and scorch all it can assail.
But who cares? Winter's ended
and the world must be refriended.

Day 56:Must. Not. Give. Up.

The pen has run itself out of ink,
and there is nothing left to think
The well is emptied, its innards dry,
rocks will not weep for want nor try
and though a goal is halfway done,
its still a long way to run
bake the cake but lacking flour,
we ponder words for many an hour
what to say? what to write,
the words will not form tonight
not before has such a drought
filled my mind with literary doubt
when a wall is all that one can see
a poem about that wall must be
purge the wall from thought and brain
and begin again refreshed again
Will this block recede when writ?
or is this the end of poetic wit?
can I go on - or will I fail?
and have meandering sentences that awkwardly trail…


Day 57:Purge-a-story
Writing quickly with much haste
I haven't any time to waste
Quick think words that have rhyme and thought
And link them in phrases as though they ought
If words sound clunky, trim and refine
Count out the syllables of each line
But not today, today,  we speed
For quickly writ is the greater need
Sloppy can pass today as gold
I'll put down thoughts however bold
As long as it's fast, it'll be put on screen
It doesn't matter what it may mean.
Day 58:Wordvomit
Into a lake of fire and storm
A careless dryad dipped deep and warm
Her heart was burnt and her life put out
Sleeping on the rivers drought
A hapless hag sought a bigger prize
And took a log before her eyes
Home to use as fuel for flame
Destruction for resource, no blame game
All dryads dreams went up in smoke
And a passing rouge made a crude joke
As the world elsewhere continued to spin
In all it's many and varied sin

A few More

Day 50:

Sexy knickers

Sexy knickers riding high
Doing naught but chafing thigh
Fancy bra of fanciful hue
Not quite built for holding two
Underwear is rarely sought
For anything outside support
Yet in drawers of drawers plain
Are those taboo and less mundane
Briefs so brief they barely are
And lacy things quite bizarre
Things with holes in front and back
And the thong for the magnetic crack
All the garments sit unworn
As days go by and I'm torn
Between the shorts old and soft
With the bra holding boobs aloft
Or something sexy but sorely felt
As it digs in below the belt
Looking great but unseen
As underclothes have mostly been
So once again I pick the shorts
Unglamorous but worth retorts
For I will be comfy in my gear!
... Depending on which dress I wear...


Day 51:Waiting
Hands tick by,
seconds go past
watch it fly
failing to last
soon becomes now
what is soon was
not knowing how
there is no pause
stir discomfort
powerless we
wait to buffer
towards the see
A coaster strains
cresting the hill
blinded by pains
downwards we spill
whipping through all
carts plummet on
ignoring your call
bring terror upon
Tick tock tick tock
beware the clock
for it controls time
and it cannot be stopped.

Day 52:Questions

Where we exist is telling
of our self and of our fate
for if we live in present
we surely lack restraint
and if we dwell in the past
then we have much regret
but if we work for tomorrow
we’re living on a bet
do we wait for dice to roll
before we make our move?
do we do as we have always done,
making ruts in this groove?
do we cast aside concerns
and just exist for joy?
do we close our eyes and shrug,
dancing chance’s ploy?
Will happiness come from asking why
or learning not to care?
Will contentment be in success
or from avoiding all we fear?
Will questions bring us answers
or drown us as they breed?
should we ignore suspicions
and not let dissention seed?
Which of the paths is righter?
to be ignorant and free?
Or to suffer and be learned?
(however cliche that may be)
And do we get to make that choice?
in blindness there’s not light
we may not know we're happy,
until all is put to plight.
And then surely we’ll look back
in derision of complaint
Wishing we’d spent time laughing
instead of worrying about what ain’t. 

Fell off the bandwagon. Alas.

Whelp,

I've written the poems! they're all on the project page.

I'll do a dump now though!

Day 46:

Sideline Dinners                      


 

As I sit and watch you eat
your cheesy pizza full of meat
I nibble broccoli and sprouts
ignoring my head full of doubts
Green is good and raw is great
Learning to love the foods I hate
But the smell of deep fried chips
brings frothing saliva to my lips
Sprinkle spice to make it hot
then pretend it is what its not
'I am happy with these vege,'
'I will not surrender,' this is my pledge

Munch Munch Munch, chew and swallow
in regrets I shall not wallow
Meals are simple and soon forgot
but the healthy feels will grow a lot.


Day 47 : Money
My wallet is choked
The bank account poked
Slush funds have run dry
My savings do cry
How hard is it to budget?
When there's a sale I'll fudge it
But otherwise I'm smart
And careful to an art
But then A and E for one,
And that's a hundred done
Then doctor, and I was new
So quickly a ninety blew
Testing that's not funded,
Fifty dollars they plundered
The AA wanted me to renew
And the ms society subscription too
Also there's the new diet
No meat or dairy and can't fry it
So fresh veges and fresh fish
Make a quick, but costly dish
Where does it all go?
So hard earned with naught to show
Next month will be tighter
And my spending must be lighter.


Day 48 Herring and Now
Hey little fish in the ocean,
Im sorry, it's scary out there,
There is so much world to see
Yet so much hurt you might bear,
But swim straight and strong and true
And don't get distracted by hooks
For though they are baited delicious
At the end they are just greedy crooks
How will you know then, the morsel
The one that it is safe to eat?
I guess that it is hard to know,
So nibble a few as a treat.
But most of all embrace the water
Feel it hug you as it passes by
This is the life to sustain you
As is air to a bird of the sky
Feel yourself grow strong in the tide
Know that you are unique in the sea
Schooling or hermit, you're destined
To find where you're going to be.

Day 49:

Bed
These days I love to nap,
To snuggle and to sleep
Nestled in a blanket wrap
I'll surrender and fall in deep
In dreaming there be adventure
Yet while warm and soft inside
With no dissent to censure
All Possibilities can ride
that's while eyes are lidded
And sometimes mine are wide
As I take in books unbidded
And learn all the things words hide
Bed is a place of wonder
And you'll often find me here
It is a place to ponder
Or dream without a care.
But I like bed best when together
With my Chris who loves it too,
we'll cuddle through all weather
Murmuring our 'I love you's.