From 2018...

 

Something I wrote in 2018...

PURPLE HAZE

He beats and bangs her drums until she comes

And flaps his wings and flies around the room

His winkle-pickers tapping to the tune

He introduces her to rock 'n' roll

He strips and bares his soul and starts to sing

Some people do seem to have such strange ways

When she begins to weep his guitar plays

Some people say this world is just a maze

He tells her that there's nothing much to do

And we're all living in a purple haze

Friday like any other Friday but

It's Friday the thirteenth and that means that

Strange things happen even stranger things are

Forecast ask Hitchcock and Castro et al

Don't listen to the things that people say

And all the Different Ones born on that day

He beats and bangs her drums until she comes

Backflips and flaps his wings and flies away

130418

14th Intro

 

INTRODUCTION

GLOBAL/NAPOWRIMO 2022

MY FOURTEENTH YEAR

Hi Everybody, it's that time again already where you can take the challenge of writing thirty poems (one each day) during the thirty days of April. As always, I would like to take this opportunity to wish each and every participant a very happy and creative Napowrimo. I won't be following Napowrimo prompts this year or fishing for comments, I will simply be posting a poem a day on my StraightTalkingStreetTalkingSweet bloggage at sewina(dot)blogspot(dot)com

Happy Napowrimo,

Andy

MY INTRODUCTION POEM

Here's mine:

WELCOME TO PARADISE

With the power of love and a sound mind

the children can play outside without fear

Here we go again sideways sometimes

sitting on Brown Sugar Beach

Watching the tide come in

waiting for the two suns to rise

(you have to be up early to see that happen)

up before daylight out before dawn

it's all won or lost by six in the morn

The strawberry scented ocean lapping the shore

never smelt so good as this before

Welcome to Paradise but some people

don't think that way the grass is always greener

on the other side of the pond they tell me

however I know that I know they don't know

For me this Island is the one and only Tiny Tree

the place where I've always been

the place where I will always be

My here and now on Earth taken with a pinch of salt

a hardwood honey dipper dripping honey

onto an overflowing glass of apple wine

stirred and shaken mixed with imagination

Blended into the unreality of time an eternal past

a present and a future shouting bawling screaming

the here and now from the rooftops

So your children and mine can play without fear

with the power of love and a sound mind

30032022/Nairobics

May Day Poem 2017 (Nairobics version)

AND ANYTHING BIGGER THAN RHINOCEROS

Apprehend retribution and anything bigger than Rhinoceros

The city grows exponentially as the hoards of the poor increase

Nobody knows the fine art of devaluation like the corrupt

Bent as a nine bob note he goes for the proverbial jugular

Dollars and cents unimportant as the great wall of Chihuahua

All these self important people running around chasing their own tails

They’ll tell you anything they think you want to hear like it or not sideways

We’re both doing the same thing in different back yards digging doesn’t help

When the balloon goes up we all get burnt not just those that play with fire

We all try to make our mark sometimes too casually but someday…

Careful what you wish for there’s a ball and chain welded to that railing

Her smile is deadly and her voice will mesmerise you if you let it

Love is just out of reach just beyond the fence that you can’t jump over

Different cities will flash through your memory as you tune back in

Who are you and why/how often do you come to this great place to pray?

He walks out of the cathedral blinking in the warm sunlight outside

Everybody’s a number now they have all been fish chipped and tattooed

She thinks I’m following her in the rain with a broken umbrella

At the tailors he bought a suit had it altered smart as a Munchkin

Jointed disappointed… and anything bigger than Rhinoceros

010517/1 Nairobics version 

The original version of this piece is on my STSTS blog.

No Turning Back...

IT’S NOT JUST MONEY

Joy at last lasting joy peace the bells are ringing shouting screaming out

Rejoicing in the Saviour - where is He now - how do we live by faith

They set you up to let you down delighted when you fall and you will

Because everybody does and from a great height when they walk by sight

Even you and I there is no getting away from them when they come

Deadly as the different ones when they arrive beating down your door  

Who are you where are you what is your understanding of the whole thing

The situation that you have entangled yourself with for so long

The hole that you have dug for yourself deeper and deeper into debt

Down the darkest of slippery slopes until there is no turning back

Yet there is always a chance another way a change of direction

And a change of heart because it’s not just money that can break the bank

260417/1

All my NaPoWriMo posts are on my STSTS blog