NaPoWriMo Fifteen

To Be Sick

How are you feeling today, sweetie?
Should I let a little ray of light in?
What if I opened the window for some fresh air?
Would you like some more water to flush those pills?
You need another blanket, don’t you?
More tissues?
Do you want me to check your temperature?
Do you need that bucket emptied?
Are you feeling a little better?
Another bowl of soup?
Is it OK if I kiss you goodnight?

 

NaPoWriMo Fourteen

Have fallen a little behind with the poetry writing, but hoping it will only happen once. Also feeling a bit bleh, about writing another poem as I have just written for the last five days, so I decided to share one of my favourite poems by Rudyard Kipling instead.

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

NaPoWriMo Thirteen

I’ve Got A Ticket To Misery

My life has always been
Wonderfully perfect
But lately I’ve experienced
A little bit of bad luck

‘Cause I’ve got a ticket to misery
I’ve got a miserable expectancy

I’ve always had a reason to smile
Always a happy song to sing
But suddenly that world is gone
What a terrible thing

‘Cause I’ve got a ticket to misery
It’s all mine, unfortunately
I’ve got a miserable expectancy

I never thought I’d see the day
When I would plant my face in the dirt
No more good mornings for me
I never thought that I would be
Poor, sick and ugly
I have said it couldn’t be done
But it’s proven I’ve been wrong

I never dreamed that I would cry
Preparing for the holy grave
But nevertheless, it’s there that I’m
Shortly about to be

‘Cause I’ve got a ticket to misery
I am actually on my way
And with that ticket, there is no other way

Goodbye now, everyone
Although, I’ve said it couldn’t be done
But it’s proven I’ve been wrong

I never dreamed that I cry
Preparing for the holy grave
But nevertheless, it’s there that I’m
Shortly about to be

‘Cause I’ve got a ticket to misery’
Cause I’ve got a ticket to misery
It’s all mine, unfortunately
I’ve got a miserable expectancy


The prompt for day eight was to re-write a famous poem. Here I have re-written I’ve Got A Golden Ticket by Roald Dahl.

NaPoWriMo Twelve

Motherhood

A chemical compound; motherhood molecule are connected by covalent bonds.
Motherhood is a liquid at standard ambient temperatue and pressure,
but it often co-exists on Earth with its solid state; ice,and gaseous state; steam.

Motherhood covers 71% of the Earth’s surface.
It is vital for all known forms of life.
96.5% of the planet’s motherhood is found in seas and oceans.
1.7% is so-called ground motherhood.
Another 1.7% is found in glaciers and the ice caps of Antarctica and Greenland.
A small fraction in other large mother bodies.
Only 2.5% of the Earth’s motherhood is fresh motherhood.

Motherhood on Earth moves continually through the cycle of
evaporation and transpiration, condensation, precipitation and runoff.
Motherhood used in the production of a good or service
is know as virtual motherhood.

Safe motherhood is essential to humans and other lifeforms
even though it provides no calories or organic nutrients.
Access to safe motherhood has improved in almost every part of the world,
But approximately one billion people still lack access.
However, some observers have estimated that by 2025
More than half of the worlds population will be facing motherhood vulnerability.
In some regions of the world, motherhood demand will exceed by 50%.


 

The prompt for the day was to find a text about a common noun, such as water, and replace it with a intangible noun, such as motherhood. My chosen text is from Wikipedia. Not really a poem at this stage, but certainly something to work on later.

 

 

NaPoWriMo Eleven

For The Love Of

I love wine,
he cried pouring another glass.
Aged in French oak Bordeaux barriques.
A food friendly Pinot Noir.
Well suited to meat, game, tuna and salmon dishes.
Enjoy while young.
I love you,
I shouted with my purple, almost blue, wine lips.
Love and wine don’t mix.

NaPoWriMo Nine

By The Kerb

Little Miss left me here.
Not on purpose of course.
She loves me.
We were only out for a little walk.
Getting biscuits for our tea party.
Everyone was coming!
Bunny Boo, Mousey and Bear.
And Little Miss herself of course.
She was going to play the host.
She didn’t pay attention to me while crossing the road.
And so I ended up here all alone.
My posh white fur has gone grey.
The cars keep running over me.
A few bicycles has squeezed me too.
I hope Little Miss finds me soon.
I really don’t want to miss the party.
They are such a delight!

NaPoWriMo Day Eight

Made By Crayons

A small dot on a piece of
plain white paper,
expanding into lines
in every direction,
developing into scribbles
with curved lines.

From there on you will
learn about parallel lines
and circle, square and
triangles changing
into stars and moons.

One day you will
discover the stick man,
and give him layers of
personality and style
before moving onto
more serious business,
imagination.