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
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.
And smiles grow
As flowers show
For the bee
To come see
Every place
A happy face
Sun idles by
Calmly sighs
Summer rays
Laughter plays
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.
and there is nothing left to think
The well is emptied, its innards dry,
rocks will not weep for want nor try
its still a long way to run
bake the cake but lacking flour,
we ponder words for many an hour
the words will not form tonight
not before has such a drought
filled my mind with literary doubt
a poem about that wall must be
purge the wall from thought and brain
and begin again refreshed again
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
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
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 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
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
And a passing rouge made a crude joke
As the world elsewhere continued to spin
In all it's many and varied sin
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