NaPoWriMo Day 12

Isn't it great that so many people have joined up to this self discipline?  I'd just be lazing around the house, watching daytime tele and wondering whether to have KFC or pizza for dinner - I wish.  However, I look forward to opening up the NaPoWriMo site and seeing what the next prompt is, although I have to confess that I am ignoring the one for today, but I have treid to keep the basic theme.


Day 12 - Prompt: take a poem (in a foreign language and attempt phonic translation, or something similar)

Learning a Language

I’m not good with foreign languages

I think it’s those guttural sounds

So, for me, today’s poetry prompt

Is well and truly out of bounds

It’s not that I don’t like foreigners

And I love different foods, and sun

But when it comes to speaking the lingo

Well, I just don’t know how it’s done

At school we had lessons in German

But I’ve only ever been to France

So my counting and short conversation

Was never really given a chance

I’ve tried the CDs and earphones

I quite fancied Afrikanns

But that’s really guttural and Dutch like

So I ‘d have to depend on my charms

I’m British so I just look helpless

Shrug my shoulders a couple of times

Shout ‘cos I think that’s helpful

And if that fails, well I’d mime

NaPoWriMo Days 9, 10 and 11

I'm not keeping as up to date as I would like, but I am managing to follow the prompts this year.  Anyway, here are my latest offerings:

Day 9 – prompt : Persona Poem

A wedding is announced

I don’t want to complain but it’s always the same,

Me doing all the jobs.

They just couldn’t care and it’s really not fair

They’re useless, uncaring, they’re slobs.

Oh Daddy dear why don’t you hear

They’re spiteful and I really miss mum

That woman is awful and I know that’s is lawful

But she’s only a nasty step-mum.

She dotes on her darlings

(they’re puffed up like starlings)

She bought them new clothes for a ball

She told me to stay, I’d just get in the way

Said I couldn’t go at all.

But fairy godmother came, said what a shame

That I had to stay home alone

She used magic powers and, for a few hours,

I went to the ball on my own.

All went to plan and I met a young man

He’s a prince and a jolly nice fella

Says I’m the love of his life, wants me for his wife

Yes me, little Cinderella.

Day 10 – prompt:  steal a first line from another poet

(Pam Ayres – The Harvest Hymn – first line only!)

Give thanks for the Harvest

All is safely gathered in, the barns are full of grain

Nature now can take a rest and leave off chucking rain

Last year it was hosepipe bans, this year too much water

My house is falling down ‘cos you’ve washed away the mortar

Geraniums did tempt me and I grew them by the score

Uprights and the trailing ones, I had them by the door

But when you summoned rain clouds to dampen earth’s dry land

I think you laid it on too much and things got out of hand

For now my garden’s flooded, in fact, it’s more a stream

With only mud and puddles so I’ll have to change the theme

I wanted plants with colour, red, spicy, orange hot

But you had other plans for me, a water feature’s what I’ve got.

I give thee thanks for harvest time and food to feed us all

And answering last year’s prayers for water when you got the call

But now we’ve had a deluge, it’s brought on my sciatica

Please collect your rain clouds and bung them over Africa.

Day 11 - prompt: use all five senses

Jack Frost 

I heard him cracking at the window

fingers scratching to get in

And watched as his etched his message

In patterns too intricate to copy

As I opened the door he morphed into

Vapour as gentle as a baby’s breath

Covering me with the icy chill

floating in the ether

His smell, caught in my nostrils,

Then froze in my throat

I tasted dampness

And decades past

NaPoWriMo one week late

Well,I told many of you via fb that I was, again, doing NoPoWriMo and nudged a few of you in that direction.  However, I didn't start on time.  I could give you a number of good reasons (or excuses) but the truth is I couldn't remember how to get on my blog site! So what good a blog site to spread the word and publicise events if I haven't used it for twelve months? And, of course, I now have seven poems to write. So here goes:

Day 1 - prompt is "Triolet"

A Lovely Day

He whistled as he swaggered down the street

Unaware of the driving rain
His thoughts on love and the girl he was to meet

He whistled as he swaggered down the street

For she had turned his whole world upside down

He couldn’t wait to see her once again

He whistled as he swaggered down the street

Unaware of the driving rain

Day 2 - prompt is poem about songs from the year I was born

April Fool

I was born on April first, an April fool

The only songs I found were about a mule,

A reindeer, and riders in the sky,

Why?

Day 3 - prompt "Epithalamium"

The Wedding

The wedding was planned for eleven

and the church was alive with sweet flowers

which draped from the pews, spilled forth from the font

and appeared to grow from the bowers.

Diaphanous frocks and their owners

drifted past on a perfumed breeze

as the guest and invited partners

sank quietly to their knees.

From "the Gods" the choir shuffled gently

as harmonious chords filled the air,

the organist flicked several switches

on an organ so old it was rare.

Then, from the back of the church and the darkness

the bride cruised the aisle with her Dad,

as her Mother blew into a tissue

so happy, so proud, oh so sad.

For the daughter she'd loved for a lifetime

and who'd lived with her all of her life,

had finally left home that morning,

and soon would be somebody's wife.

Day 4 - prompt "writing the Blues" (animals and sadness usually or is that folk?!)

Dog Gone

My dog fell down a mine shaft late on Tuesday night

Yes, my dog fell down a mine shaft late on Tuesday

And if he aint alive tomorrow I’ll die too

He’s been down there a whining and a yelping

Man, he’s been down there a whining and a yelping

He won’t be coming back,  broke his doggarn back

So I’m digging  this grave out front to fit us both

So I’m digging  this grave out front to fit us both

‘cos he was my best friend and I was his

Day 5 - prompt "Opening Day" (can't say this is a prompt for me to follow this time so here's one on negativity instead)

Half Empty

I didn't find him repulsive nor his skin 

too pale and damp, I didn't see him

as lacking in all I desired

neither did I feel the entrapment

that forthcoming motherhood

had brought to my door

I did not view my future with uncertainty

my present with sadness,

nor my past with regret

wherever today takes me I know I shall

not be unhappy, confident in the knowledge

that I had not made the wrong choice

Day 6 - prompt  "Animals"

THE DOMESTIC CAT

I’ve given much thought to the reason why

A cat’s thumbs are the wrong way around

It could be for balance when walking a fence

Insurance against hitting the ground

But if this was the case, the whole feline race

Would similarly be designed

So they’re no help at all to protect from a fall

So another purpose I need to find

I won’t get depressed

I’ll take another wild guess

Dispersing this ominous gloom,

I know! … they’re such clean creatures

These newly formed features

Are for holding aloft a vacuum

Or the abridged version

Cats are such clean little creatures

Their deftly formed features

Are indeed the most purrfect boon

For the fussiest cat can keep a clean flat

As his thumbs can hold a vacuum

Day 7 - prompt is a colour - poetic choice here producing a variety of colours - another cheery poem!

ROTTING FLOWERS

Don’t leave flowers at the road side

You don’t even know my name

You are a total stranger

And in this accident take no blame

Don’t leave flowers at the road side

Where they will die, just like me

Are they here as a sign of respect

For all the world to see?

Because, if they are, I say again

You don’t even know my name

Take your flowers away with you

Pretend you never came

................ and now I'm up to speed

Day 8 - prompt is "outside"

THE END OF DAY

Heading west with the setting sun,

flocks of rose-coloured sheep fill the sky.

On the ground, shadows lengthen as

the last of the honey bees make their way home.

A calmness settles over the earth;

Another miracle draws to a close.

NaPoWriMo one week late

Well, I told many of you via fb that I was, again, doing NoPoWriMo and nudged a few of you in that direction.  However, I didn't start on time.  I could give you a number of good reasons (or excuses) but the truth is I couldn't remember how to get on my blog site! So what good a blog site to spread the word and publicise events if I haven't used it for twelve months? And, of course, I now have seven poems to write. So here goes:

Day 1 - prompt is "Triolet" 

A Lovely Day

He whistled as he swaggered down the street

Unaware of the driving rain 

His thoughts on love and the girl he was to meet

He whistled as he swaggered down the street

For she had turned his whole world upside down

He couldn’t wait to see her once again

He whistled as he swaggered down the street

Unaware of the driving rain 

Day 2 - prompt is poem about songs from the year I was born

April Fool

I was born on April first, an April fool

The only songs I found were about a mule,

A reindeer, and riders in the sky,

Why?

Day 3 - prompt "Epithalamium"

The Wedding

The wedding was planned for eleven

and the church was alive with sweet flowers

which draped from the pews, spilled forth from the font

and appeared to grow from the bowers.

Diaphanous frocks and their owners

drifted past on a perfumed breeze

as the guest and invited partners

sank quietly to their knees.

From "the Gods" the choir shuffled gently

as harmonious chords filled the air,

the organist flicked several switches

on an organ so old it was rare.

Then, from the back of the church and the darkness

the bride cruised the aisle with her Dad,

as her Mother blew into a tissue

so happy, so proud, oh so sad.

For the daughter she'd loved for a lifetime

and who'd lived with her all of her life,

had finally left home that morning,

and soon would be somebody's wife.

Day 4 - prompt "writing the Blues" (animals and sadness usually or is that folk?!)

Dog Gone

My dog fell down a mine shaft late on Tuesday night

Yes, my dog fell down a mine shaft late on Tuesday

And if he aint alive tomorrow I’ll die too

He’s been down there a whining and a yelping

Man, he’s been down there a whining and a yelping

He won’t be coming back,  broke his doggarn back

So I’m digging  this grave out front to fit us both

So I’m digging  this grave out front to fit us both

‘cos he was my best friend and I was his

Day 5 - prompt "Opening Day" (can't say this is a prompt for me to follow this time so here's one on negativity instead)

Half Empty

I didn't find him repulsive nor his skin 

too pale and damp, I didn't see him

as lacking in all I desired

neither did I feel the entrapment

that forthcoming motherhood

had brought to my door

I did not view my future with uncertainty

my present with sadness,

nor my past with regret

wherever today takes me I know I shall

not be unhappy, confident in the knowledge

that I had not made the wrong choice

Day 6 - prompt  "Animals"

THE DOMESTIC CAT

I’ve given much thought to the reason why

A cat’s thumbs are the wrong way around

It could be for balance when walking a fence

Insurance against hitting the ground

But if this was the case, the whole feline race

Would similarly be designed

So they’re no help at all to protect from a fall

So another purpose I need to find

I won’t get depressed

I’ll take another wild guess

Dispersing this ominous gloom,

I know! … they’re such clean creatures

These newly formed features

Are for holding aloft a vacuum

Or the abridged version

Cats are such clean little creatures

Their deftly formed features

Are indeed the most purrfect boon

For the fussiest cat can keep a clean flat

As his thumbs can hold a vacuum

Day 7 - prompt is a colour - poetic choice here producing a variety of colours - another cheery poem!

ROTTING FLOWERS

Don’t leave flowers at the road side

You don’t even know my name

You are a total stranger

And in this accident take no blame

Don’t leave flowers at the road side

Where they will die, just like me

Are they here as a sign of respect

For all the world to see?

Because, if they are, I say again

You don’t even know my name

Take your flowers away with you

Pretend you never came

................ and now I'm up to speed

Day 8 - prompt is "outside"

THE END OF DAY

Heading west with the setting sun,

flocks of rose-coloured sheep fill the sky.

On the ground, shadows lengthen as

the last of the honey bees make their way home.

A calmness settles over the earth;

Another miracle draws to a close.