The dancers twirled beating ecstatic steps on the floor; the music filled the sky, and for a moment, distracted guns delayed adding rhythm.
Random Word: Endings
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The dancers twirled beating ecstatic steps on the floor; the music filled the sky, and for a moment, distracted guns delayed adding rhythm.
Random Word: Endings
I got these unexpected awards for my poetry, which is sprinkled throughout the blog.The first is the Jingle’s Happy Moment Cross Culture Poetry Award and the second is the Poetry Day Award. Thank you, Jingle. Due to technology (shrugs shoulders and raises eyes) I can’t put put them in my sidebar so I have created this award post. Just for you, I have posted two unpublished poems, the first is one I wrote on finding her 55-Friday Flash. The second, and far more profound, is about my brother’s death.
On finding a jingle
I wandered lost for day on day without a cheer
until, at last, a ray of hope, that even mere,
(I will aspire to mere) English as what wrote scribblers,
can see a verse in rhyme like this except for quibblers.
This more serious one, based on a villanelle, was written on discovering that my brother had been killed in a motor bike accident some six months before I stumbled on it doing internet research for a story.
Am I my brother's keeper?
We once had time to laugh, and be misheard,
when daddy hit the bastard child so sore
with silence, unspoken our final word.
Forgotten sister's boiled aniseed spurred
on scandal, says today, then we ignore,
for once we had time to laugh and be misheard.
My dream at school unsaid, and now absurd,
was one for all. Instead, a tug of war
with silence, unspoken our final word.
I left, and you did not, our life deferred
as I took the road less travelled by; for
we once had time to laugh and be misheard.
Our babies grew, you faded, a tale overheard
to linger - threadbare thoughts of how to restore,
with silence, unspoken our final word.
Perhaps your death, my chance to see what occurred,
to restore our loss in words and metaphor,
for once, we had time to laugh and be misheard
with silence, unspoken our final word.
Describing your life (or something) this Saturday in a phrase using just six words. This is what others say on Show My Face.
Me poems got a top mark!** **
‘I sit and watch the phone. It is the ring-tone; it radiates my teeth so I watch for flashing. When it does, I do not answer because—’
‘I'm sorry but do I know you?’
‘It is your phone that rings, when I'm alone and you want—’
‘I think you better—’
‘This will stop you.’
‘Screammmmmmmmmmmmmm’
Think you can write a story in 55 words? Go visit the G-man to see those who did.
‘It wer awful, he...touched me...and said they were fruitful hummocks.’
’Watson, mark well the clue here that he is American and educated.’
Random Word: hummock.
To lust for murder is worse then really killing. At least that what Jake thought as he waited. Lula knew better as she aimed at his heart.
Random Word: Assumptions
Random word: Baby
It blasted off, the flames cleaning the sky. As it climbed, Hol watched the broken cities fade knowing that the Back and Beyond project (B.A.B.Y) had to succeed. Secret signals suggested a forgotten colony but would they forgive what humans had become? His only hope was beating the Anwar Collective.
Random Word: Veggie
‘We keep two sets of pans, one for us and one for the meat eater - daddy he won’t budge. Yes we stopped eating meat after the Congo holiday. Starvation, quite ruined the trip. So now we are organic and only eat out if they are Michelin. Less air miles, darling.’
I tell you this Chinese dude did a long drive or something. It caused a big gay mess as he walked, causing lots of people to die from not being able to shop in malls. The Japanese invented the car because of it. That’s why my dad is laid off.
The sheep said to the cow,
you, are so lowbrow
to think that we somehow
care of a moon or bowwow
to which the cow said, ‘Meow.’
Random Word : The sheep
Describing your life (or something) this Saturday in a phrase using just six words. This is what others say.
Remystify narrative and eat chocolate – heaven.*
* Its a magic realism thing, old fruit.
He got on. The door was shutting but some guy’s foot stopped it. Looking back he still couldn't see them, he was safe. Well no, he had delayed them. They know where to find him. Why was the guy by the door giving him the eye. He knew something.