My Poetry – Page 6

Loan Sharks.

NaPoWriMo Day 18 and today’s poem is called Loan Sharks. Loan Sharks Sharks swim in the ocean eating fishes in the sea. So why are there sharks biting you and me?

NaPoWriMo Day 17 and today’s poem is called Manhood. Manhood Begrudgingly, you allow a peck. I squeeze your giant frame and we both feel discomfort. Me because I miss that small, vulnerable being who placed his hand in mine and walked with me through magic worlds;

Gentle Spring

NaPoWriMo Day 16. Over the half way mark now. Today’s poem is called Gentle Spring. I thought I’d write something inspired by the lovely weather we’re having at the moment. Although I’m not much of a gardener I do love the sight of spring flowers, the first butterflies and the big fat bumble bees when theyContinue reading “Gentle Spring”

Commuters

NaPoWriMo Day 15. Today’s poem is called Commuters and was inspired by my trip to London today. Commuters We sit across tables hunched over screens tippy tap, tippy tap

Two Cuppas.

NaPoWriMo Day 14. Today’s poem is called Two Cuppas. It’s a sort of story in a poem and it’s written after after Roddy Doyle’s, Two Pints which is a very funny book about the conversations had between two men who meet regularly for a pint in a Dublin pub. Two Cuppas Did you hear about Christina’s eldest? WhichContinue reading “Two Cuppas.”

La Tomatina

NaPoWriMo Day 13. Today’s poem is called La Tomatina which is an annual festival held in the Valencian town of Buñol and here is a picture of La Tomatina La Tomatina A single shot fired to start us off. We, being newcomers, were timid at first; cautious in our targets.

Boy with Pearl Earring

NaPoWriMo Day 12 and it’s Saturday so I’ve started early before going out for a long walk to get some fresh air and hopefully more inspiration. Today’s poem is called Boy with Pearl Earring. Boy with Pearl Earring For three mornings now you’ve passed us by tight leather jacket; hair perfectly set; scarf meticulously wrapped

Here Come the Hens

NaPoWriMo Day 11 and today’s poem is called Here Come the Hens Here Come the Hens Here come the hens, here come the hens. High heels clack, clack, clacking in time to the rhythm of suitcases stuffed with slogan t-shirts and pink tutus

I appear to have drunk a little too much

NaPoWriMo Day 10 and I’m a bit of a roll. Surely this has cured my writers block? Today’s poem is again stream of consciousness: it seemed the right way to go with this one. I appear to have drunk a little too much I am an empty husk harvested too early the night is stillContinue reading “I appear to have drunk a little too much”

Food Bank

NaPoWriMo Day 9. Today’s poem has a more serious tone which is probably a bit more relevant to British readers but hopefully readers from the wider world we see where I’m coming from. If you’re not from the UK you may not know that food banks are a relatively new phenomenon here but one thatContinue reading “Food Bank”