#NaPoWriMo Day TwentyFour – “To England…”

Todays entry was inspired by yesterday (23rd April) being St. Georges Day in my beautiful home country of England. As much as I love my new digs in Australia (been here 10 years now) England will always have a special place in my heart…

 

 

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B     By and by, I’ll be home in those woodlands

R     remembering myself in yesterday’s

E     earldoms, skipping along the ruins – gran

A     alway there, with her sea candy in May.

T     too many tales and stories to relive

H     happy, we were kites floating in the sky.

E      every memory and moment was a gift

E      Etched in my soul; eternal in my eyes.

N     now I’ve departed my darling island

G     grateful I am to be a part of her

L     long may she breath through my feet and my hands

A    albion, my soul you have conquered.

N    next time I see you it shan’t be for long

D    don’t be disheartened for I live your song.

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#NaPoWriMo Day TwentyThree – “Talking Brunswick Street”

Inspired by http://www.napowrimo.net prompt:  ‘New York School’ poems.  I don’t think it’s finished. But is a poem ever really finished…

 

It’s 8am on Tuesday and I am on the tram

you could say: it’s just Monday 2.0

so naturally I’m late and it’s raining – damn!

Is it sunny over there? I bet it is, laughing at me

I bet you’ve been doing a rain dance secretly.

It’s against the law to make it rain here, seriously!

Oh, I’m just crouched on the cold metal steps

looking out on a washed out Brunswick Street

it’s moving ever so slowly! Mmm… I can smell the coffee and crepes!

I can see Fitzroy-ans dancing through trams and cars

in a sea of boots, poncho’s and umbrellas

in a long narrow valley of cafes, shops and bars.

Lights are flickering in the old comic book store

Oh Marty, ‘Back to the Future’ is now

your movie is so old it predates Persy’s next door.

Posters and banners flapping in chilly wind

will we ever escape the daggy dolls we were yesterday

when fun was getting off our faces and succumbing to sins.

Don’t stop the music and oh, just dance

the numb blur of college life, I don’t remember

except when we dreamt of moving to the south of France.

But 2014, oh, a communication revolution

look at us talking wirelessly from either side of the world

Can you hear me? Wait, can you see me? Technological evolution.

Mr Asmiov hit the metaphorical nail on the head:

“humanity will go into hibernation” – indeed

it’s true what the 1960’s sci-fi guy predicted.

Speaking of, did you know it’s illegal to trade with pirates

here, so if we upload, download and freeload

aren’t we essentially criminals – just open-closet-pirates.

Think about it – I’ll peruse my books

while washed out Brunswick Street starts its day

in one of Melbourne’s much loved coffee nooks.

#NaPoWriMo Day TwentyTwo – “Church Windows”

Day Twenty Two’s prompt has been inspired by Don Charisma’s Art prompt: Paint; that spanned over two days.

Day One http://doncharisma.org/2014/04/19/art-don-charisma-s-prompt/ was to draw a squiggle using paint program and Day Two was to colour/edit http://doncharisma.org/2014/04/20/paint-don-charismas-prompt/ so I decided to take it a step further and put some words to my random art.
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Church windows tell us our story

We get lost in their beauty, look

thoroughly for humanity

for our part in the stain glass book.

We fall though colourful chaos

shaped by life’s imperfections

weighed by an invisible cross

haunted by our own reflections.

Breathing an enigmatic place

we soar down our own unique roads

animating our human grace

within our marvellous abode.

Have you looked in your church window?

Do you know the stories they show?

#NaPoWriMo Day Nineteen – “a weeping angels woe”

 

Alone in the churchyard I watch

mortals mourning in tears and flowers.

Leaning against a rowan tree

abandoned by my family.

Beneath my feet a girl is weeping

I open my arms and kneel down

In surprise, she looks up at me

screaming like a startled crow.

She runs back through the stone and grass

reaching out to her, I follow

She turns to me – her eyes are cold

and zap – she’s now in the past.

Falling through time – I am weeping;

my eyes hidden behind grey fingers.

Left within eternal sleeping

this is where my Winter lingers.

#NaPoWriMo Day Seventeen – “Castles”

 

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Through the window is a narration

of the past and present mixing

my heart of inspiration. 

 

I love the richness of these places

a group of united kingdoms;

strong pride in her peoples faces.

 

Albion has a long story

of Kings, with their conflict and feuds.

Just pages in her history.

 

The ruins of yesterday stand

tall and proud above the Wye

separating two ancient lands.

 

A little intimidating! 

But at the same time, brilliant!

To see her strong and surviving.

 

A castle weathered throughout time

for centuries now her church bells chime.

 

#NaPoWriMo Day Sixteen – “Questions”

Took the Day 14th prompt from http://www.napowrimo.net/  “Questions” ..

 

Dear Mr Moon,

Did you know you’re seen from this building?

Did you know your presence is daunting?

Did you know it feels like you’re haunting?

Why come out in the darkest setting?

Why insist on constant hovering?

Why do you insist on staring?

What could have you been doing?

What evil plans has been brewing?

What are you not saying?

Who is that man you’ve been hiding?

Who have you been confiding?

Who has helped you with the scheming?

When will you stop misleading?

When will you stop dreaming?

When will you stop lying?

Why is you face reddening?

Are you offended by my questioning?

Are you ready for my sentencing?