Category Archives: NaPiWriMo

People’s use of apostrophes Can be random, can’t it? Whilst others are quite possessive. Can the Accounts Department Use the Customer’s Car park At the farmers market? Is Kate the new people’s Princess? Is that the peoples’ wish? Will she … Continue reading →

Once when you pressed my buttons I would change channels at your bidding Upon your whim Altering perspective too From wide to narrow screen As you wished Colours changed, pin sharp contrast Brightness and darkness With one push My volume … Continue reading →

Charity Shop CD You played me incessantly Your constant companion Night and day I was with you Moving from joyful discovery Through knowing appreciation To familiar old friend. My treble thrilled My bass shook My words stroked your soul And … Continue reading →

From you I have Learned of births and Deaths and dying Your tone never Faltered your eyes Never blinked once Your breath steady Hands clasped quite still When blood runs cold

Thousands of holes Cling desperately Together Vertical line Outwardly solid Yet fragile Invisible They silently cry Tear here

Farewell then Bev Mother to Steve and Andy (where did he go?) Wife of jailbird Jim Proud matriarch One time Queen of the street Your abdication has shaken us To your foundation. No skirt was too short No blouse too … Continue reading →

A medium Big Mac Meal With coke To eat in please And that concludes my order Was that medium or large? What drink would like with that? To eat in or take out? Would you like anything else?

Inundation Swelling waves shatter Spring’s promise cruelly broken But buried bulbs wait Magnitude Nine Cracked earth cries out loud Cold coda to winter’s stare Silently waiting Fukushima Tiny droplets hang Still crying over spilt milk A nuclear spring

My bicycle leaned Against the fence It had a bell Just in time They came As Mulciber roared Once so did they Steel birds of death Trembling Wondrous They soared by the rage Of Olympus With god-like grace Hovering On … Continue reading →

This was inspired by a true story I heard from the lips of the (foul-mouthed) miscreant I can’t fucking believe it The teacher told me to move For no reason “I’m not fucking moving” I said But I was sent … Continue reading →