If
If only the world was flat
If only the skies were green
Are ifs for fools
to break the rules
and change the way things seem?
NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 5
The impossible dream
Cry your unbearable sorrow
Smile your incredible smile
Dream the impossible dream
Open your mind, look around
Close your eyes for a while
Cry your unbearable sorrow
Lightly tread; make no sound
Heavy heart from the trial
Dream the impossible dream
Run wild your ship aground
Walk softly down the aisle
Cry your unbearable sorry
High time to be crowned
Low beginnings to greater style
Cry your unbearable sorrow
Dream the impossible dream
Credit: The Impossible Dream (The Quest)
Ice feathers
I sat and waited for the ice to melt
Like tears, the feathers streamed until they, too, were lost to the ether
Altered Images
I wonder why, I wonder when
Our world will be turned upside down
With boxes packed and things moved round
The creatures staring without sound
They wonder, too, of me and you.
I wonder when, I wonder why
Things change about us by and by
Boxes unpacked and items set
In places which we might forget
We wonder, too, of things we do.
When is the now, Why is the wonder
Couples torn and ripped asunder
New loves come and take their place
Where briefly there was empty space
Wondrous gifts which we behold.
Why? Because of items moving
When? Next Saturday, of our choosing
We’ve tidied up and made some room
Rosewood dresser, table soon
Chinese altar, all will grace our fold.
NB: ‘Couple’s torn and ripped asunder’. An armchair had to go!
Morning text
Because I’m a dizzy doozy at the moment. I wouldn’t normally share my texts, but this morning’s are a bit special 🙂
From he to me
Loving you with all my heart and soul
Take care, my darling, please be whole
Step lightly and take Nature’s wine (H2O)
And I hope today you will be fine.
Xxxxxxxxx❤️xxxxxxxxxX
From me to he
I found it hard when time was due
For me to wake and start day through
My mind was fuzzy, body shook
Not in a way where I could ‘up’
I’ve had a shower, taken meds
But whoozy, doozy in my head
I’ll go to work and play the martyr
Look forward to the evening’s start … Er
Poetic licence, I took there
So you, my dear must alst take care
Drive carefully, with eyes on road
And easy when you shed your load!
Loves you, Babaloo xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Apologies for any delay. This message has been to space and back.
No trees were harmed in the sending of this message; however, a large number of electrons were terribly inconvenienced.
Because you’re worth it
When crossing boundaries you’ve set,
he’s showing signs of disrespect.
A little here, a little there
are sure fire signs he doesn’t care.
Your feelings hurt, your love subsides;
you sense you’re taken for a ride.
His acts put paid to words he speaks;
your mind starts reeling, something reeks.
There’s something rotten; in a state
you seek to refresh, but it’s too late.
Yet find more things in heaven and earth
and motion set for your rebirth.
Because you’re worth
it.
Shit and glitter
I think I saw, or heard
that she f***ed off with a t***
But rather than a sh*****
He was sprinkled with glitter
And they wed on July the third
NaPoWriMo 2016 – Day 19: Doll and a drum
She was like Piffy on a rock
Such a barmpot
Not so much maudlin
as a mitherer of Mum
When pretending to be ill,
she went up the wooden hill
with a doll and a drum
and a kick up the bum
NaPoWriMo 2016 – Day 18: Castrato
From a glossary of classical musical terms
Canon? The salesman struck a chord,
despite the drone in his voice.
This would be my fifth printer,
and not a major choice.
He continued his exposition
with an impromptu display of glee,
before his intonation
turned to parody.
His pitch was espressivo
and the form was filled – hey presto!
But the printer was temperamental
and now his trill‘s castrato
NaPoWriMo 2016 – Day 17: Whippets and Witches
Better late than never!
Weather: Gloomy
Flora: Bluebells
Architecture: Lowry
Customs: Pie and chips
Mammals/reptiles/fish: Whippets
Childhood dream: Librarian
Found on the Street: Penny
Export: Whippets
Graffiti: Lots
Lover: Too young for that!
Conspiracy: Witches
Dress: Flat cap
Hometown memory: Black eye
Notable person: Dad
Outside your window, you find: Fields
Today’s news headline: 50 years hence
Scrap from a letter: Dear me
Animal from a myth: Dragon
Story read to children at night: Magic Faraway Tree
You walk three minutes down an alley and you find: Whippet poo
You walk to the border and hear: Whippets howling
What you fear: Whippets
Picture on your city’s postcard: A pack of wild whippets
Wild whippets whipped their wiry tails
Wondrously wagging at the witches of Pendle
Lowry landscape leapt up on the hills
Tall, pointy, witches hat mills of yesteryear
I spent much of my childhood in Burnley – very close to Pendle Hill, renowned for its witches. Read all about them here.
