I Did It Maggie's Way (30/30)

And now the time has come and so I write the final stanza
Poet friends, I'll say it clear and mention here Napowrimo's bonanza.
I've tried, yes tried so hard to follow each and every guideline
but more, much more than this, most of my poems rhyme.

Rejects, I've had a few but, then again, too few to mention,
I've changed what I had to change travelling in a new direction.
I wrote each structured verse and read aloud to make it sound right
but more, much more than this, I emailed by midnight (well mostly).

Yes there were times, oh we all knew
we'd taken on more than we could do,
we wrote all night, keeping verses tight,
we'd jot them down, move them around,
I tried them all, hit the writing wall,
but did it Maggie's way.

So now Day Thirty's here, no more to write, no competition
perhaps I'll write a book, go take a look, my special edition.
So, thanks yes thanks to you for all supportive comments rendered
'cos now, as I wipe my brow, I have surrendered.

Fantasy or Nightmare (29/30)

Fantasies or nightmares,

you choose.

Close your eyes, just dream,

what have you to lose?

Feel his warmth beside you,

breath upon your skin,

fingers sliding down your spine;

you’ve lost it, he wins.

Fantasy is over,

the nightmare reigns supreme,

banishing all thoughts of him,

cruelly mocks the dream.

The smells, the touch, the taste all gone,

dawn brings another day to live through

until night returns,the fantasy to re-play.

The Wedding (28/30)

There was panic at Westminster Abbey of the kind the Brits do so well,
an orderly kind of upheaval and calmness so no-one could tell
that the maples and hornbeams, though lovely, could hardly fit through the door
and the home of a nesting blackbird bounced twice before hitting the floor.

The trumpeters practised their fanfare spurred on by the listening crowd,
it was the last, the final rehearsal, they stood upright, stately, proud.
Bystanders outside the Abbey cheered and waved little union jacks,
it was twenty four hours to the wedding but spending the night on their backs
on a cold and hard concrete pavement, meant they limbered up when they could,
so they waved and they stamped and applauded just where they stood.

Elgar was still in waiting but the crowds were beginning to wain,
yes they loved all the pomp and ceremony but they'd been told it was going to rain. 
So they unrolled tents and brollies, creating a most colourful sight,
but as the music rose to a crescendo, they rolled over and said gooodnight.

Classy (27/30)

It's lust at first sight, the girl to your right,
the one with the straight brown hair.
The one in the dress, no, not her - she's a mess
be casual, don't stare.
She's classy alright, no holes in her tights
and look at those heels on her shoes.
She needs to be kissed and I just can't resist
a girl with so many tatoos.

Ageing (26/30)

Her pale blue eyes no longer
    saw the colours of the world,
no longer viewed the bluebell sky
    as it merged with the dark blue sea.
But, within her mind's eye,
    colours remained vibrant,
just as she had first seen them, as
    nature had intended them to be.
She had witnessed the rise of the sun
    in a sky shot golden and pink;
had watched that same sun setting
    making way for the darkness.

Bank Holidays (25/30)

Factory closures
school children at large;
roads full of traffic cones
caravans and cars.
Airports are heaving,
controllers on strike,
Easter in England
Oh, what is it like?

When the sun comes,
when the rain stops,
when tornados play
I simply remember my favourite month
that wonderful month called .... May!

(If you can manage it, this should be sung out loud to the tune of "My Favourite Things" - happy singing)

Trying to Dream of You (24/30)

Horlicks. Cocoa. Diazepam.

Drowsy. Sleepy.

Grab it when you can.

Silent Night mattress,

NASA Memory Foam,

Snuggle in a duvet,

“No Place Like Home”.

Wishful thinking;

Penny for your thoughts;

Dream Catchers hanging;

No dreams caught.

Yoga. Meditation.

Paul McKenna on CD.

Hypnosis for the weary

But just dreams of you for me.