Author: Charlie Alford

I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!
Posted in Doctor Who, Writing

A Pleasant Surprise

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Yesterday evening I sat at my desk

to write some thoughts on ‘Serendipity’

’twas a challenge a dear friend had bequest

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so it had to be worthy and witty.

My Sharpie lingered; the page stared blankly

as my eyes wandered across the blue room.

They gazed upon my Whovian family

and so my first sonnet began to bloom.

But when a writer begins their writing;

hidden metaphors begin to appear;

words start to link up, and start creating

a sonnet, that wasn’t meant to be here.

Heed this poets call; follow what you see

Alas, it could be… Serendipity!

Posted in Doctor Who, Time

As long as I’m not deleted.

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Sometimes I think you came from old Mondas

Your exteriors so fine, black and sleek.

I find you blunt, painful, frustrating, and crass

Yet you’re with me every day of the week.

Time is an illusion, when you’re around

Everything seems to happen instantly.

Nothing is ever lost, your portal makes it found

Whatever you do, you do it brilliantly.

Our world is full of regeneration

Yet every character remains on stage

It’s not math, just a time stream equation

That our lives our branded on history’s page.

So when you go to upgrade and refresh

Just remember your software knows you best!

 

Authors Notes:

*Mondas is a fictional planet. The home of the Cybermen – fictional characters in the Doctor Who series. Whovians I am sure (and really hope) will understand the reference.

Posted in Australia, Seasons/Nature

This week, Melbourne

Posted on by Charlie Alford

 

Mother must think its winter

She is heating up the house

Unleashing a wrath of rays

Summer has arrived, Melbourne.

 

Sweltering in the south land

Stifled within a furnace

Baking in an earth-like kiln

Hell hath arrived in Melbourne.

 

Beaten by a wall of heat

Weary from restless sleeping

Grouchy from public delays

Melting with you, our Melbourne.

 

Storming through the urban town

Flashing when things get too low

Igniting country bush lands

It’s a fiery time, Melbourne.

 

Torture comes in many forms

Extremes go beyond the graph

People are put to the test

It’s a tough week in Melbourne.

 

 

Posted in Music

A road to love – Beatles-esque

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Get Back

Paperback Writer

Yesterday

She loves you

 

All you need is love

Something

A hard day’s night

Can’t buy me love

 

Eight Days a week

I want to hold your hand

We can work it out

Let it be

 

Lady Madonna

Love me do

Ticket to Ride

From me to you

 

Long and Winding Road

Come Together

Penny Lane

I feel fine

 

 

*Inspired by a challenge I saw elsewhere on wordpress 

Ollie

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Little Ollie, so bubbly and bright

Eyes sparkling the summer light

running around with your tail so high

leaping through the air to catch a fly

and bouncing onto the garden chairs

to watch Jasper sleep beneath the stairs.

All you want to do is yap and play

although your tongue hangs out this hot day.

Little Ollie, as pure as the snow

here i am, and walking we will go.