NaPoWriMo 2016: Week One

So once again NapoWriMo has swung around and is in full swing. Always a great challenge to take part and yet at the same time always a delight; a delight also to see that i can still write a line or two and a delight to share and connect to other poets 🙂 So here are the poems of the first week. Please leave a comment if you like them 🙂

 

DAY ONE

Time to write anew
April and poetry time
Words and rhymes all fine

 

DAY TWO

Day two rambles on
Caught in random goings on
Plans all went so wrong

 

DAY THREE

Silent hearts bleed red
For love lost and true love dead
Dead hearts shed no tears

 

DAY FOUR

What a stony old path this life is

What a bumpy old ride to be sure

Where are we going to?

What shall we do?

And who are we for heaven’s sake?

 

Are we who we think we are?

How did we get to this Earth?

Who came before us?

Did they leave any trace?

And where did they go when they left?

 

The answers are all inside my head

I go with the flow of my dreams

I know the Earth is not what we think

And neither are we for sure

I hear the call of another place beyond the Earth and the Moon

 

What is the point of being on Earth?

What is the point of life?

The point is to live

In this present time

In this transient world of matter

 

Some can ascend yet many can not

Many will never know

Most are blind

And bound in the blood

Of a mortal and human form

 

When all dreams have died

And time has run out

And we stand on the shores of time

Can we honestly say we were kind to this Earth?

Did we honour our Mother at all?

 

So go grasp and embrace

Whoever you are

But beware of the thorn in the rose

See the blood flow

Over the desolate land

Feel the pain of the thorn in your palm

 

We all feel the fear

Yet not many will act

As we raise up the chalice of life

To all that we are, all that we were

And all we are yet to become

 

We came from the stars

From beyond our dreams

Into a prison planet existence

We tasted the drops of blood on our lips

As we revelled in countless deaths

 

Are we all that we think we are?

Are we more than this mortal coil?

Or are we deluded and safe in our dreams

Thinking that we are the ‘ones’

Who will change the course of mankind?

 

Stay safe in your dreams

As the curtain falls

As the veil of illusion is shred

Go dream the dreams of the dark and the light

As you go take your final bow.

 

DAY FIVE

From unhappiness beauty springs

From deep sadness a poet writes

Taking the depths of eternal night

The blackness and tears

The screams of the night

The angst and the rage

As you turn each page

Yes a poet writes each word for you

But you must read them to know

What a poet can do

 

DAY SIX

They were the days of wine and roses

Of the rivers not running dry

They were the days of endless summer

When we all could reach the sky

 

They were the days of daisy chains threads

Of playing in the park

The days of forgetting its tea time

And not coming home til dark

 

They were the days of fifties music

On a potable radio set

Of sitting outside on the wall

Of not lived to have a regret

 

We listened to Elvis and Buddy

Mourned when Marylyn died

But three steps behind them came Eddie

Our innocence was no surprise

 

They were the days of mascara and lipstick

Sling-backs and petticoats huge

Listening to jukeboxes in cafes

Where frothy coffee was all of the rage

 

Watching American movies

In Technicolor on the big screen

The latest Bobby and Sandra

Just really had to be seen

 

We stood in the aisles to see Elvis

G.I. Blues was the latest thing

Blue Hawaii was standing room only

But we simple had to get in

 

Then along came Billy and Marti

And all of the sixties hot crew

Hotly pursued by the Beatles

And then life started anew

 

Totally immersed in the music

Never missing a beat

We danced all the fads on the dance floor

Life could never have been so sweet

 

But nothing last for ever and youth and innocence fades

Tears dabbed the horizon like storm clouds

The day Buddy and Eddie were gone

But true love ways never die; Peggy Sue still echoes so loud

 

The days of innocent youth may be over

But the mascara and lipstick stayed

As the did the vinyl and music

Playing out till the end of my days…

 

DAY SEVEN

Barefoot on the grass

Sensual and delicious

Cool stolen kisses

 

 Pre raph for poems

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Author: The MidKnight Garden & Midknights Tellings

Follower of the true Old Ways, tutor, writer, poet, photographer, lover of the arts, gigs and theatre. My love for my path and writing is a constant source of joy and inspiration to me.

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