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 🙂
Time to write anew
April and poetry time
Words and rhymes all fine
Day two rambles on
Caught in random goings on
Plans all went so wrong
Silent hearts bleed red
For love lost and true love dead
Dead hearts shed no tears
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.
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
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…
Barefoot on the grass
Sensual and delicious
Cool stolen kisses