Poetry

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NaPoWriMo – Day 18 – ABC Predicted Text

Posted on by Charlie Alford 
And I wrote you a playlist of
Bob Ross’ voice, more serene than
Coastal lakes lining mountains.
Did I get the right vibe?

Even if we are not leaving 
For the next year or so 
Google drive through the same day 
How down the hill did we fall? 

Is it this time of Autumn?
Just an in between of seasons.
Know how to get the old boys back 
Like those immortal 90s shows.

My phone died like a car crash 
Not sure what happened but it 
Ordered a few more days to 
Park in the present, oi vey.

Question? We have to go ahead
Rest and breathe for tomorrow 
See I will miss the next dream
That you planned without me.

Until it’s like a normal 
Video of you and me 
What do you want to do?
X-ray the situation?

Yeah I’m not sure about road trips.
Zaddy, I’m writing to you.
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NaPoWriMo – Day 16 – It’s not

Posted on by Charlie Alford 
It’s the beginning of a thriller film
Shiny, glossy and hauntingly quiet
except for the clikety clack of keys
and the old coffee machine whirring by it.
It’s not somewhere one dreams of going
the cover does not match the story
silent tells the voice stopped growing
It’s not the place for pride and glory.
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NaPoWriMo – Day 14 – Parody

Posted on by Charlie Alford 
Let me count the ways I’m not into you
You have enough red flags to line a street
But my heart does not care what maybe true
she fantasies about the day we’ll meet.
Why do you have to be agreeable?
You’re like a puppy waiting to be fed
love and worth. It is unbelievable
that I cannot get you out of my head.
But, in the moment my phone starts chirping
lightening sparks my fingertips and I type
my heart hangs from words that keep it racing
while my brain doesn’t understand the hype.
In the moment, my heart is into you
But in the morning, I’m over it. True.

Inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet 141 and one of my fav rom-coms 10 Things I Hate About You.

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NaPoWriMo – Day 12 – Poem

Posted on by Charlie Alford 
Where the voice in my head connects to pen
Onions of feelings turn into scribble
Reaching to pieces I need to question
Deconstructing a veteran riddle.

Pour me a glass of the finest whiskey.
Oblige me to a bottle of cheese and wine.
Endeavour to bring mental liberty.
Mend the broken quatrains that jail my mind.

But, a poem is more than verse or song
Like the tide it changes with differing eyes
Understand it’s not something to get wrong
Each one has a way of seeing the sky. 

Be the message you want to tell the earth
Excite, amaze, and know your worth.
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NaPoWriMo – Day 11 – Overheard

Posted on by Charlie Alford 
Have you heard about the thing?
I know what I know, but do you?
They were supposed to ring
tell me what you know, even a clue?

You told me you know something
but it’s not official right?
I can’t believe this is happening
why can’t it be black and white.

You know I know something
and I know you know something too
are the gremlins listening
one day we can talk our truths.

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NaPoWriMo – Day 10 – Sea Shanty

Posted on by Charlie Alford 
Steer the oak helm north of the fold
the stag, the sea whip, the fire bird
they are the answer, so we’re told
Alina is our truth, our word.

Za svobodo, za svobodo.

We dream of an ordinary life
where all our kind are accepted
We dream of a world without strife
where no one has to bleed it.

Za svobodo, za svobodo.

The dark one stands on the hill
but the light continues on
unchartered waters fits the bill
for a new and peaceful kingdom.

Za svobodo, za svobodo.


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NaPoWriMo – Day 9 – Sonnet

Posted on by Charlie Alford 
The love I want lives inside the TV
a dark haired prince whose dark eyes catch my heart
intertwine a transparent energy
a magic beginning about to start.
He attends to my story likes it’s truth.
His hand catches mine when I don’t feel strong.
He stands beside me holding up our roof.
Our minds and body in sync all day long.
But, when summer has had her last sunset
and Autumn beckons the eternal dark;
Lobster love, can we breathe enough of it?
Has the mighty great Eros left his mark?
The love I want is sleeping next to me;
My best friend, my confidante, my story.
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NaPoWriMo – Day 8 – Twenty Little Poetry Projects

Posted on by Charlie Alford 
Toy bunnies feed his soul.
He has too many toys.
Smelling the Autumn air 
sinking his teeth 
into the spongy grey fur
dangling from its squeaky paws.
It tastes like peanut butter. 
April showers rock n roll 
like Elvis on a Memphis stage.
He needs more bunnies.
Did he eat all the peanut butter?
Gee whiz! 
If I wash him, it’ll rain.
It’s alright mama.
The caramel pup of happiness
sleeps during thunderstorms
and climbs trees in Autumn.
Chum shouldn’t buy more bunnies.
Payday comes in seven days
Jesse Bells heard the ringing.
Suspicious minds 
will be disappointed.
C’est la vie! 
The toy bunny fights for life 
under the zealous pup.
Why does it smell like peanut butter?
Jesse Bells & Grey Bunny II