Sure, at the point of Avon town
let us dance, yes we dance.
Sure, at the point of Avon town
let us dance - two and one.
My beau moves in tune.
And please, encore commune.
My Bella, dances under the moon.
And please, encore commune.
The free front the croon.
And please, encore commune.
The music fills our commune.
And please, encore commune.
Poetry
NaPoWriMo – Day 5 – Inappropriate moments
It was the moment Dumbledore
died, falling from the owl tower
the cinema inhaled in awe
silence echoed in the hour.
In that moment of quiet grace
I saw my friend in my side eye
roll her lips inside her face
and an epic pop broke the ice.
Vibrating through the crisp darkness
a climatic moment ruined
shuffling awkwardness won’t confess
the inappropriate intrusion.
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NaPoWriMo – Day 4 – Triolet
So you want to know about me.
Oh dear, how do I explain this?
First can I offer you a tea?
So you want to know about me.
Let’s see, I make my own honey
and drink an appletini spritz
So you want to know about me.
Oh dear, how do I explain this?
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NaPoWriMo – Day 3 – Opposite Poem
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
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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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thirty five turns of the sun
thirty five turns of the sun lingers on my horizon mind floats why am I? how am I? it's dark in here im hiding under the bed my eyes are shut and i feel... yeah... i was going to be a cartoonist i was going to be a traveller i was going to be a creator i was going to be have you ever done those quizzes things to do before insert an age or die the internet says know the glue can come undone know not all hearts beat together know your friends have your back know it's okay to go off track know thirty five turns of the sun i'm playing the game and i'm far from done.
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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.
Charlie Ann Alford 
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