Tag: poetry

Posted in NaPoWriMo 2016, Writing

NaPoWriMo – 9/30

Posted on by Charlie Alford 
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.
Posted in NaPoWriMo 2016, Writing

NaPoWriMo – 7/30 – A Storm Will Rise This Year

Posted on by Charlie Alford

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.

Posted in NaPoWriMo 2016, Writing

NaPoWriMo – 4/30 – Worst month ever!

Posted on by Charlie Alford 
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.
Posted in NaPoWriMo 2016, Writing

NaPoWriMo – 3/30 – Fan Poem to Shonda Rhimes

Posted on by Charlie Alford 
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.
Posted in #iamgrateful, Friendship, Writing

#iamgrateful for my friend

Posted on by Charlie Alford

You are the needle to my thread
You are my greatest mystery
You are the voice inside my head
You are the co-author to my story.

You see me where I’m standing
You keep me on my feet
You hear me when I’m whispering
You narrate our lives in tweets

We dance like no ones watching
We sing to the highest note
We laugh until we’re crying
We wrote a book of silly quotes

I’m thankful that I met you
I’m thankful you’re my friend
I’ll never ever forget you
ours is a story, without an end.

Posted in Life

Journey

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Inspired by Thomas Moore ‘The Journey Onwards’

The plot was marked above the earth

gravity she was breaking

her tail pointed towards her birth

and her eyes towards her dreaming.

It’s always hard to leave our friends

the people that define us

but on we go around the bends

away from those who think they know us.

The tapestry of all our years

tell the tales of our growing

we look back on them with happy tears

with memories overflowing.

Reliving moments way back when

affirm the threads that bind us

enrich our love again, again

for those we left behind us.

And as she breathes each foreign shore

and wanders every street

she thinks on love for evermore

and looks for it, in those she meets.

Another scene marks another weave

older chapters start to fade

but the light of love never leaves

and so her story is made.

So, when the road comes to an end

and her tapestry is complete

she’ll think of those from way back when

her people, she will greet.