Time to take a trip;
venture into the city
to visit the ‘Norm’.
I doubt he will be doing
anything spectacular.
NaPoWriMo: Day Twenty-one
Ostentiferous
I have the power –
an ostentiferous look.
Monster from the deep
rises to the occasion:
A wondrous sight to behold!
«««~~~»»»
Inspired by the daily word on my calendar at work: Ostentate
NaPoWriMo: Day Twenty
Today, I’ve gone back to using the random word generator for my prompt.
Words were: pastry, legend, forest
In the absence of any pastry-related inspiration…
He was a legend
A knight of the New Forest
Stole hearts from maidens
Left them lying naked, cold
Yet loving him regardless
NaPoWriMo: Day Seventeen
What’s that coming over the hill?
I see his words everywhere
But not in my space
He’d rather be somewhere
There’s a prettier face
He picks them all carefully
And each gets one week
When he’ll comment each day
And offer his tweak
With his humorous comments
And winks of his eye
He reels them all in
And I watch, and I sigh
And just when they think
They are specially chosen
He drops them like hot cakes
His words become frozen
I know he means well
And that he’s with me now
But when they call him ‘Master’
And deeply they bow
I can’t help but feel
That he’s leading them on
That they take him to heart
With his line and his song
Does it bother me?
Yes. Just a few days each month
When my hormones are raging
And I’ve got the hump
Like today. Which is why
I am writing this ode
To dispel all the feelings
I need to offload
I am woman, and I am
Entitled to roar
Like a tigress on heat
When she needs to get more
And if I’m correct
And he misses my site
He’ll be none the wiser
To my green-eyed plight
But if I am wrong
And he reads this right through
“I love you, my darling
My sweet, Babaloo.”
He wouldn’t be him
If he didn’t support
Those who need guidance
With what they have wrote
And if they misread him
That’s no fault of his
There’s no need to worry
He thinks I’m the biz!
End this with tanka
My choice for NaPoWriMo
We’re compatible
Except I show my feelings
And he keeps his off the page
NaPoWriMo: Day Sixteen
I may have been 17 in this pic
Never sweet sixteen
I, the sullen teenager
Didn’t smile a lot
Felt bitter most of the time
Until I found the real me
NaPoWriMo: Day Fourteen
Putrid stench of death
Permeates throughout hallways
Puss looks on, bemused
Only she keeps the secret
location of rotting prey
NaPoWriMo: Day Eleven
No room for poems
Rushing around like a loon
Can’t look at the stars
Don’t know the phase of the moon
Let there be space tomorrow
NaPoWriMo: Day Ten Yo!
Today’s tanka is inspired by a rather disappointing dining experience in Yo! Sushi this evening.
Yo! I have a beef!
My craving for tataki
remains unsated.
No coriander, no beef
in Yo! Sushi Southampton.
NaPoWriMo: Day Nine
Day 9. Not inspired by randomly generated words. A friend uploaded a song called Nobody Loves You, so I’ve used the title for inspiration for my tanka instead.
Nobody loves you
Your appeal is wearing thin
Shrug off your shackles
Till you’re free to seek within
Be the change you need to be
The Song can be heard here: Nobody Loves You – Andrew Russe
NaPoWriMo: Day Eight
Sings as an angel
Haunting, whispered harmonies
Soft lilting guitar
Peloton pitch of frog choir
Siren songs luring lovers
Randomly generated words: guitar, choir, frog
Jane Sandford 