Drifting to the line beyond the water
Impossible, screams “I am possible”
Surfing and surviving the crushing waves
Never letting go, it’s incredible
Eternal souls uplift my ageing heart
Years of friendship, we will never be apart.
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NaPoWriMo 2017 7/30
Thirteen Reasons why Today didn’t suck.
One
Autumn night, well played
A fresh to start the day.
Two
Waking up to the big blue,
is an Aussie’s Paradise.
Three
Ding Ding, the café bell
Madam Rosa knows me well.
Four
Coffee beans and toasted bacon,
Taste buds have awoken.
Five
City heels find their strut
music on, iPhone plugged.
Six
Happy chaos on the street,
nods to those we meet.
Seven
Chocolate Orange Mocha
meant good vibrations at the lockers.
Eight
Smiles and conversations,
we found our destination.
Nine
“Here’s your boost juice, babe”
My favourite mint and kale.
Ten
A Southern Cross hottie,
smiles and winks at me.
Eleven
My phone constantly glows,
with plans for April tomorrows.
Twelve
Office sing a long,
we know our working song.
Thirteen
Home to a branded Charlie
inspiring another story.
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NapoWriMo 2017 5/30 – Who is he?
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
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 2/30
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
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.
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NaPoWriMo – 27/30
Have you ever just stopped and noticed that buzzing,
the constant bzzzz and eternal humming?
A network of insomniacs, the lights are always on
from New York to London, and even Taiwan.
I dream of that moment, the holy grail of silence
in the deepest darkest spot of the worlds remotest island
a place where the trees won’t rustle and the winds won’t whistle
where there is absolutely nothing, not even a thistle.
But I know in my heart it will never come true
because no matter where I go, no matter what I do
I will never find a moment of complete and utter peace
when my heart beats so fast, I can hear myself breathe
Even my exhales are noisy, as they pass on out
and the voice in my head just wants to shout
I can feel the thump of my temples against my hand
and the thud of my head when it decides to land.
Have you ever just stopped and noticed that buzzing,
the constant bzzzz and eternal humming?
There is no such thing as silence, not even peace
Just me and you, and you and me.
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NaPoWriMo – 25/30
The Huntsman’s name is Death,
his horses’ name is Time
they’re out to catch my breath
at the end of my line.
They wait in the shadows
they watch me at prayer
they blanket me in woe
they simply linger there.
Death and Time are good friends
they are the foes of man
every life they attend
every life they brand.
Inspired by Arthur Conan Doyle’s ‘The Huntsman’
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NaPoWriMo – 24/30
There is no such thing as an easy road,
the land twists and turns at the weathers fight,
but high above where the long river flowed
pride and peace prevail at the sight.
She scrambled over the big jagged rocks,
and channeled Puffing Billy up the hill.
She pushed herself until she saw black dots
but nothing was stronger than her will.
For, when she arrived at the highest point,
she sat and surveyed the earths majesty.
Although, she had worn out her weary joints,
the journey was threaded in her life’s tapestry.
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NaPoWriMo – 23/30
I wonder, how was this morning for you?
Can you remember the sights and the sounds?
It is in the moments we see the truth
a thought, while I stand upon frozen ground.
At 8, I watched the steam rise from my tea
At 9, I felt the breathe of Sunday morn
I walked, watching Winter begin its weave
the flowers stripped bare, revealing their thorns.
But, the flicker of hope remains in the sky
as the summer yellow turns to bright white
there is still beauty in things as they die
and nothing more beautiful then this sight.
So, the next time you step into Sunday
be grateful for the moment that makes May.
Charlie Ann Alford 
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