#NaPoWriMo14 Day Three “Here and Now”

Laneway music; apple ciders

Asian street food; Pancake Parlour

Queen Vic Market; Pot n Parma’s

Moonlight movies; Cocktail Spiders.

 

This is where my story is set

my first love; i’ll never forget

but, this is where my heart calls home

this place, somewhere over the foam.

 

Authors Note:

I recently discovered these guys on YouTube and as I was walking through the city on my way to work ‘Be Okay’ was blaring through my little white ear plugs and I thought: I love this city but more importantly I love the life I have here… thus my inspiration for Day 3 challenge.

 

 

Northcote

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sunday afternoon

coffee, cake, and live music

trees dance in the wind

a dear friend stops and says ‘hello’

shared moments in our story.

 

smooth cream of cheesecake

nestled upon a biscuit

a hint of lemon

is like bite-size happiness

a taste of innocent love

 

black crow on the roof

watches the sea of people

on an autumn day

she sits and drinks her coffee

her eyes searching for her prey

 

For my mum

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Brown bear, you were there before I could walk

Before I could laugh; before I could dream;

Brown bear, you were there before I could talk;

Before I could cry; before I could scream.

My life story in intertwined with yours

We unearthed the world one step at a time

We climbed hills and walked across the moors

Our corner of the world was so sublime.

Seasons have turned and I’ve grown like a tree

I’ve flown the nest; I work in the city;

But here you are! Still watching over me

Just how nature intended it to be.

There is just one thing I would like to say;

Thank you mother, for being there, always.

Notes:

1. Photo taken from http://www.bitstrips.com/ – one of my latest Facebook-related addictions. It’s really fun and useful when wanting to wind up your mates 😉

2. Mum, you said you preferred poems that rhymed so I wrote this one just for you :p

A road to love – Beatles-esque

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.

Goodbye, Uncle

We got the word on Christmas morn,

And they told us you were gone.

Asleep, at peace, with the angels

The Silent Night, your Swan Song.

So, rest your weary head, dear uncle

your work on earth is complete.

“God is good”, you used to tell us

Now you’re sitting at his feet.

Sitting in the kitchen corner

With your cigarette and smiles.

“Oh, My” and “Exaa-ctly”

we would laugh with you awhile.

I’ll remember your red jumper

And the coat that was too big.

I’ll remember your brilliant mind,

And playful mischief with us kids.

I remember the last gift you gave

Was a box of “Indian Sweets”

We all gasped, and gave you “the look”

But were grateful for the treat.

Rest easy now, dearest uncle

Your light shines on us from above

No words can describe our sadness

Always and forever, sending our love.

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