Red Chicks & Cheese
I like them in a basket
I like them with a witch
I like them in a flat
I like them with a cat
I like them here or there
I like them anywhere
I like red chicks and cheese
and I’m the only person, I like to please.
Inspo: Green Eggs & Ham
Category: Writing
NaPoWriMo – Day 2 – Surreal
Grey haunting fog.
Stepping forward, from
shadow selves.
A flute echoes across the sky
stirring the dark and twisted
sounds of thunderous clouds
echoes the rushing rivers
meandering down the hill.
Angels favour the brave.
The oaks stand tall in the woods
battered and bruised
at the mercy of Zeus.
I am a wedge of cranberry cheese.
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NaPoWriMo 2023 – Day 1 – The Art of Book Covers
Started at: https://www.napowrimo.net/
I am the 18th edition
of an annual incarnation
I offer no explanation
for this pathetic introduction.
My stems are weathered by… life.
My leaves are folded in secret.
I could write down all my desires
but the darkness won’t let me keep it.
A daisy taught me to market
the stigma running through my core
and make myself the target
in everything I live for.
But the words fall flat on the page
and I sit alone on the stage
squared in a transparent cage
smelling of lavender and sage.
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Sunset Storm
Sunsets reflect
the passage of the day
squeaks of light
strikes of gold
rolls of grey
blurred puffs of energy
cry – intensity
In a moment
the sky breaks
the trees fold
the house shakes
the girl’s cold
Set into darkness
Blown into nothing
all that’s left
pitta patta
of something
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2020 in Review. Yeah.
2020 in Review. Yeah.
Next year I’ll have 2020 Vision
Oxymoronic joke of yesterday
It’s me, myself and my television
2020 – F*** My Life – come what may.
Flown through shadows of Cyclone Sarai
Echoes of cries from family and friends
Home beckoned beyond the Pacific sky
The clock started ticking on the island.
In the first month of 2020 we
Were on fire. Bursting from the state forests
A burning glow; cities, country, and sea
Confined in an unprecedented mess.
In the second month of 2020 we
Were underwater. Not seen since August
Highways washed out; cities, country, and sea
Cut off in an unprecedented mess.
In the third month of 2020 we
were told three little words. It’s for the best
Just stay at home; cities, country, and sea
Holistay an unprecedented mess.
What do we think of 2020? we
do not believe it’s a year we’ll cherish
April, May, What? Cities, country and sea
2020 is an unprecedented mess.
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My Almanac
My Almanac
Nimbostratus animates the dark skies
Wattles shiver beneath the eucalypts
The bustles of Great Exhibition dies
Stone the flamin’ crows! Screams from weathered lips
The Roo’s alone bounce across the desert
Dreams of an eternal blue billabong
Changing winds sweeping the dusty red earth
There’s nothing left to show – a sunburnt home.
Four seasons in one day, the laneways read
I sit here waiting for us to happen
Life’s house of improv – let me try that scene
Little red dresses are hard to fathom.
I’m a goldilocks of small-town England
A kindred spirit of Ms. Jane Austen
Outside my window, an empty grandstand
Groundhog Day headlines: ‘It’s the same, stay in’.
I write to you, always and forever
But our love is a wandering unicorn
Once upon a time and ever after
Shutters fall and lock – the story is worn.
Standing at the edge there is melancholy
Thunderous temperamental melody
Telling the tale of me in my city.
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Birds of a Feather
Birds of a Feather
They said I was the good little girl
Colouring within the lines
Going through the motions
Quietly dreaming of another time.
I was gonna be happy forever
I was gonna be part of a great team
I was gonna be a great story
But now I’m somewhere in between.
This is the path I’ve chosen
The years have welded together
I don’t know how it happened
A life-like birds of a feather.
I am suspended in animation
alone with my imagination.
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On Writing Poetry
On Writing Poetry
Da-duh. Da-duh. Dah-duh, My finger taps.
A Word Art race. Scurry across my eyes
Like math, dancing into a rhythmic sequence
They say mean it, do you know what I mean?
My heart’s static. A buoy in the ocean
Floating, drifting – a gypsy vagabond
Words tornado our binding emotion
Beckoning your aching heart to respond.
Someone said your soul should orate your truth
Let your heart hug people – join the chorus
Animate the philosophy of youth
But please please, do your best not to bore us.
Our brain is the marionettist of life
And our fingers bear the unwanting strife.
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Triolet: If it’s quite alright
If it’s quite alright, my darling
I’ll remember the time we met
A lakeside Autumn, so charming
If it’s quite alright, my darling
You offered your hand for dancing
Weaving in a timeless duet
If it’s quite alright, my darling
I’ll remember the time we met.
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Sunflower
Sunflower
I am tall and yellow.
How far does the blue sky go?
The twitter of the Chickadee’s
Dance through the mighty white oaks
Awakening the forest,
and I stand tall and yellow.
I try to burst from the earth
Turn and face the sun
I feel the heat
and worry the drought
Won’t let her cry.
I am tall and yellow.
I bring the joy and sparkle
A thousand suns
Planted in eternal fields
I try to stand tall
I try to stay yellow
I hope for tomorrow.
I am a sunflower fellow.
Charlie Ann Alford 
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