Tuesday, 16 April 2013
Tuesday, 9 April 2013
NaPoWriMo Prompt 9
Screw You Poppet
Freezing my arse off
Planting violets in a grave yard,
To inconspicuously gather
Goofer dirt,
It was simpler,
Choosing the fabric, black silk
Symbolic of you’re annoying slickness,
Matching the colour of you heart.
Now I sit, needle and thread.
Unleashing my domestic goddess
Stitch…stitch…stitch,
I damn as I darn.
I stuff you soundly.
With dirt, your scribbled signature,
A photo, complete with
Ingratiating smile.
I name you.
I feed you.
I bind you.
With ruby ribbons,
Your hateful mouth,
Your woeful groin,
Your interfering hands.
A last kiss
Before I bury you deep
In the frozen earth.
A final thought
Screw you poppet.
Freezing my arse off
Planting violets in a grave yard,
To inconspicuously gather
Goofer dirt,
It was simpler,
Choosing the fabric, black silk
Symbolic of you’re annoying slickness,
Matching the colour of you heart.
Now I sit, needle and thread.
Unleashing my domestic goddess
Stitch…stitch…stitch,
I damn as I darn.
I stuff you soundly.
With dirt, your scribbled signature,
A photo, complete with
Ingratiating smile.
I name you.
I feed you.
I bind you.
With ruby ribbons,
Your hateful mouth,
Your woeful groin,
Your interfering hands.
A last kiss
Before I bury you deep
In the frozen earth.
A final thought
Screw you poppet.
NaPoWriMo Prompt 8
Arrested on suspicion of being drunk in charge of an ottava rima
I'm attempting an ottava rima
Having imbibed two Tia Maria's
Drunk in charge of a poem a crime-a?
Only rhyme I can find now is gonorrhoea
Feeling a light weight and passed my primer
This isn't my best offering to date I fear
Well maybe I shall give up gallantly
Just get stuck into the bar's karaoke
I'm attempting an ottava rima
Having imbibed two Tia Maria's
Drunk in charge of a poem a crime-a?
Only rhyme I can find now is gonorrhoea
Feeling a light weight and passed my primer
This isn't my best offering to date I fear
Well maybe I shall give up gallantly
Just get stuck into the bar's karaoke
Sunday, 7 April 2013
NaPoWriMo Pompt 7
20 years of dates later
You're still my knight
We've let out the thongs in your armour
I'm still your lady
Though my wimple is crushed
I have a tendency to roll on the floor
Your chivalry hasn't waned you still pick me up, dust me off
You listen to me explain the post ictal is not the same as being a pterodactyl
In 20 years we've raised a page
Upgraded the steed
Built a castle
On a Sunday afternoon I still sit with my head in your lap reading
You still watch 22 men kick about an inflated sheep's bladder
I decline a bowl of my own cookie dough ice cream
Then I eat half of yours
If this isn't bliss, I don't know what is?
You're still my knight
We've let out the thongs in your armour
I'm still your lady
Though my wimple is crushed
I have a tendency to roll on the floor
Your chivalry hasn't waned you still pick me up, dust me off
You listen to me explain the post ictal is not the same as being a pterodactyl
In 20 years we've raised a page
Upgraded the steed
Built a castle
On a Sunday afternoon I still sit with my head in your lap reading
You still watch 22 men kick about an inflated sheep's bladder
I decline a bowl of my own cookie dough ice cream
Then I eat half of yours
If this isn't bliss, I don't know what is?
NaPoWriMo Prompt 5
Tonight
My brain is beat
Neurones crawl slothful
I can't count the stresses in a
Poem
My brain is beat
Neurones crawl slothful
I can't count the stresses in a
Poem
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