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Posted in NaPoWriMo 2016, Writing

NaPoWriMo – 19/30

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Robin had it right,

to smile at the world

with tears of laughter,

dancing with all his might.

He reached out his hands

and skipped along the road

he only showed us kindness

he was a boy inside a man.

So laugh like no ones listening

and dance likes no ones watching

bring happiness to your world

find you inner netherworld.

Be the change you want to see

only then will you be free.

Posted in NaPoWriMo 2016, Writing

NaPoWriMo Guest Post – “The Student”

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Today I am featuring a guest post from a closet-poet @kazooey13

“The Student”

I’m looking at a book that I’m supposed to read,
But my mind keeps wandering away.
Though I turn the pages over and over,
Words are refusing to stay.
My mind races. How many hours has it been?
Since I began this futile foray.
I sigh. There is nothing more can be done.
I guess I’ll be bullshitting my way.

Posted in NaPoWriMo 2016, Writing

NaPoWriMo – 18/30

Posted on by Charlie Alford 
"Gordon Bennett!"
smash, thud, bang
we're all laughing
rustles in the wood.
Victor Meldrew
grumpy man
"I don't believe it"
waving with his book.
Playground greetings
"Wasss-uuup"
french block windows
for checkin' out our looks.
"It'll be alright on the night"
top of the pops
and pizza hut salad
goin' down in my neighbourhood.
Posted in NaPoWriMo 2016, Writing

NaPoWriMo – 16/30

Posted on by Charlie Alford

A stormy stench lingers
the rain has begun to pound
the eucalypts have buckled
the roars have stirred the ground.
Flinders Street is drowning
the locals are stifled and hot
the koalas have retreated
seeking shelter at a stop.
Oops they did it again:
Man-eating lizard people
dressed in corporate suits and ties
appear on Capitol Hill.
I don’t like what I see here
an underclass of laneways
cries from the lost and forgotten;
society’s castaways.
I want to go back to daisy chains,
bursting MJ from my walkman
alongside the River Bourne
whilst writing over my hands.
I always wanted to travel,
see what the world had to show.
Now I’m painted Brunswick Street
finding love over Milo.
The greatest fear is to be lost
we need see the bigger picture
as thunder stirs above our heads
purple lightening, it will feature.

Posted in NaPoWriMo 2016, Writing

NaPoWriMo – 12/30

Posted on by Charlie Alford 
An A-W found poem built from Bill Bryson's 'Mother Tongue' index. 

Anglo-Saxon
barbarian tongues
cursed tablets
of double entendres.
Elizabethan,
faggots in gravy
graffiti
Henry V.
Identity;
Johnson and Americanisms
kinship finds
literary masters.
Meanings;
natural history
of our language,
private language.
Questions
rhythms, rhymes,
Shakespeare, so
trust an Englishman.
Universal language
vulgates
Westminster, Wales & Washington.

 

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NaPoWriMo – 11/30

Posted on by Charlie Alford 
Night has fallen,
the hum of electronics
hover in my eyes
the vroom of weary cars
sigh in urban driveways
the crickets begin
a creekside melody
amidst the whooshing
of a passing 747
as I lie here
my heart thumping
my stomach gurgling
my throat scratching
my eyes tearing
my insides screaming.
I'll wake up properly tomorrow.
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NaPoWriMo – 10/30

Posted on by Charlie Alford 
In darkest London
all that is solid
melts into air
the greatest mysteries
of the modern world
fall into the electric mist
of hunger games
and fairy tales.
Time travellers
made in America
are catching fire
in a restaurant
at the end of the universe.


Prompt: Write a “book spine” poem. This involves taking a look at your bookshelves, and writing down titles in order (or rearranging the titles) to create a poem.