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NaPoWriMo – 12/30

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

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

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.
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NaPoWriMo – 9/30

The mother tongue inside my head
was made in an English hamlet
she a built a world, on words she read
and followed the white rabbit.
She never knew who she was
although she knew her name was Alice
but she kept on going without pause
and took her place in Hatters palace.
She drank tea with a squeaky mouse
and spoke riddles with a Cheshire
she grew to big for her house
and loved the people that met her.
The mother tongue inside my head
is a lot like little Alice
she listens to every words that's said
high in her urban terrace.
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NaPoWriMo – 7/30 – A Storm Will Rise This Year

Handshakes creating a storm
The toll is certain to rise
I wonder about this year.

A thunderous start to the year
“What’s that?”, their loud voices storm.
Darkening our hope for sunrise.

The truth comes with the sunrise
what is the story, this year
friend or foe, I hear the storm

… a storm will rise this year.

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NaPoWriMo – 4/30 – Worst month ever!

If you are a serial singleton
and you dance to a spinsters sound
then February most of all 
is the cruellest month around.
Society turns to the brightest red
raining chocolate and jewellery
everyone has a lobster
well, except people like me.
They'll link their fingers and profess their love
hog all the good eateries
cock their head and ask out loud
Is there something wrong with thee?
Because in the month of February
when society is pairing
some of us are all alone
and have lost all sense of caring.


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NaPoWriMo – 3/30 – Fan Poem to Shonda Rhimes

I'm the girl who dreams of sunshine
but loves dancing in the rain
I fight the fight, just to feel fine
it's a battle inside my brain.

I found you at Seattle Grace
I bonded with dark and twisty
and now I have a scandalous face
and a book that's rather witty.

The words you wrote spoke to my soul
I spent a long time in fear
you've inspired me to reach my goals,
I'm going to say YES this year!

I wish I'd been on that kitchen shelf
and heard the tales you had to tell
I imagine even a christmas elf
would have been enchanted by your spell.

So, THANK YOU for being you
and thank you for Mer and Olivia
through them I've learnt some truths
or at least some good trivia!

Shonda, I am totes addicted 
I HAVE to hear your words
There's no way I could have predicted
how your work has changed my world.