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NapoWriMo 2017 5/30 – Who is he?

Posted on by Charlie Alford

He comes to the world on an English stage,
His words branded into all the children.
His thoughts flicker through every writes page,
a wise master to all men and women.

He travelled from Europe to the Middle East,
from London to the streets of Verona.
He twisted truth like a romantic beast,
and even got laughed out of Vienna.

But his life was the truest tragedy,
falling to death after a merry drink.
To this day, we can’t spell his name properly
because he would scribble whatever he thinks.

Do you know the man who I speak of?
Have a moment, this was a labour of love.

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NaPoWriMo 2017 4/30 Elegy

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Branded in my memory – those headlines.
“Everybody’s going to war”, she said
in big bold irrefutable lines 
caterwauling across the world: “you’re dead”.
I remember summer, so exciting
hanging together in our township, there
used to be laughter at sudden lightening
we were innocence at the village faire.
But despite the darkness that lingers here
you’re flickering in the deepest shadow
and where there is light, there is hope my dear
inspiring a better tomorrow.

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NaPoWriMo 2017 3/30

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Here enters this world, a parable;

a soul whisked from Anglo and Asian

beaten to the creamiest caramel

cast into a classic Australian.

 

Creator mixed me with wit and wonder,

folded in compassion and empathy,

she filled my guts with bolts of thunder

and hammered in the nails of humanity.

 

She cooked me until I was honey golden

measuring each and every state of play.

She watched me carefully, my path chosen

She knew I would be delicious some day.

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NaPoWriMo 2017 2/30 

Posted on by Charlie Alford

A little girl waits in an oak tree

like a pearl from the deepest sea.

She hears her call,

a bold buzzing,

drumming thoughts

a white noise humming.

The little deer through the years

riding through her fiery fears

she fought and sought

with all her might

dodging judgy worldly lights.

Battles won – she can count a few,

the mountain peak, it’s not far from view.

Yesterday’s fountain has run dry

the truth, bellows a Banshee cry

they cannot run. they cannot hide,

for all unjust will certainly die.

The little girl laughs from her tree,

the ones before whisper in the breeze.

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NaPoWriMo 1/30 A rather depressing haibun

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Darkness swept across my Saturday morning, so I snuggled deeply into my blankets. My little boys next to me, quietly asleep in a still peacefulness. My thoughts channeling the bleak greyness staring at me through my window. I was tired. 

Rolling to my side,

Tomorrow rapped at my door

I felt Winter’s wrath.