It’ll never be over for me

Day 13 of the Napowrimo challenge. Today, write a poem about something mysterious and spooky.

It’ll never be over for me

The hall falls silent, the people await

A magical sound, all night dance till 8

A hiss and crackle, the opening lines

Spinning round, hands clapping in time

Each record, a piece of round black vinyl

The song ends, it’s over, it’s absolute, final

Departing into the morning light

Memories of a magical night

Hand shakes, seven nights till we return

The all night candle we used to burn

Music that mysteriously transforms me

My dancing days over, it kills my knees

Was it the place, the records or atmosphere

Long since gone, in my soul it’s so dear

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Threadbare

Day 12 of the Napowrimo challenge. Todays prompt is to write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it.

Threadbare

Tucked away at the back of my man drawer

A threadbare bunny, fifty years old or more

With scruffy blue pants and ears that flop

As a boy each night, in my pyjama top

A present from Grandma, each stitch hand made

With pink ears that have long since faded

With bad eyesight and arthritic fingers and hands

A little old lady who struggled to stand

Bunny’s arms and legs only just holding on

Rare photos remain, but this reminds me of Gran

Planet Phil

Day 11 of the Napowrimo challenge. Todays prompt is to write a poem of origin. Where are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally, physically, spiritually?

Planet Phil

An urban spirit longing for his roots

Growing up a tough life in bovver boots

Of Viking origins who’s hair was blonde

Not raider nor pilager, our boat was wrong

From farmers and settlers, we were at the back

During the summer, on the right track

Far too cold in the Highland kyles

Searched for soil, travelling many miles

Settled in the Midlands, homes were built

Thankfully, didn’t have the legs for a kilt

Moving north, I arrived on the scene

With Mancunian slang, know what I mean

Fifty years, saved from a brain tumour

Live for today, it’s not a rumour

As a youth tuned into Northern Soul

Enjoying life, that’s my goal

One day I’ll be gone, it gives me the chills

Until then it’s

welcome to planet Phil

Forecasts improving

Day 10 of the Napowrimo challenge. Todays prompt is to write a poem using colloquial slang weather terms.

Forecasts improving

Fresh smell of rain on newly mowed lawn

Thunder and lightning didn’t stop till dawn

Each flash, each crash, God’s furniture moving

Weather man says the forecasts improving

Warmth of my bed, raining cats and dogs

Early morning mist turned to pea soup fog

The blink of an eye, it’s blowing a gale

Venture outside and hold on to the rails

Blazing hot we’re passing out, it’s a turn round

It’s so quiet can a hear pin drop, just no sound

Before too long flakes flutter down

Gridlocked traffic, white knee deep down

The heavens opened it’s as you were

Stand by your beds for more weather terms

Chucking, throwing, lashing and tipping

Manchester rain, so wet it’s pissing

My happy list

Day 9 of the Napowrimo challenge. Today it’s a strange one. The challenge is to write your own Sei Shonagon-style list of “things.” What things? Well, that’s for you to decide!

I decided to write about things that make me feel happy. There’s too many bad things in the world to write about.

My happy list

The warmth of the sun on my back

The sweet aroma of fresh flapjacks

Sounds of children playing outside

My wedding day when you were my bride

Blue sky above for miles and miles

Wonderful moment of a baby’s first smile

The first signs of Camelia flowers

The freshness from Spring showers

Holiday planning and seeing the world

Early morning sounds of song birds

Behind closed doors, in hand a coffee

Snuggled up, feet upon the settee

The closeness of a brothers hug

A handshake better than any drugs

A favourite song bringing me to tears

Family together at Christmas each year

Memories from photos black and white

How our life’s turned out, just right

My balance sheet

Day 8 of the Napowrimo challenge. The prompt was to think about the terms of a particular job or profession, and see how you can incorporate it into a metaphor that governs or drives your poem.

My balance sheet

Breathing air for almost sixty years

Taking stock, make sure I’m not in arrears

My hair is grey and I’m getting slow

Look at the books, what does it show

Five senses, two arms and legs

I’m not on the street needing to beg

In our house living a comfortable life

The gift of a son, and Sue my wife

Many positives on my balance sheet

One or two minuses on my spreadsheet

Times have been hard, illness and worry

We’ve come through it, but not in a hurry

I’m getting older each day with aching joints

I’ve wonderful friends, their my touch points

Do the numbers really add up

Good fortune’s overflowing my cup

Taking a look year on year

Going forward, raise a glass say “cheers”

I feel blessed in my life and all is fine

I’m just in profit on my bottom line

Let’s reach out and not live in the past

Top line’s good, our future growth forecast

An obvious gift

Day 7 of the Napowrimo challenge. Today the prompt was to write a poem about gifts and joy.

An obvious gift

Some gifts we’d like in our first world

Maybe riches or diamonds and pearls

Taken for granted, the roof over my head

Another world, it’s water or stomachs to be fed

My wish is not possesions or wealth

But freedom, food, water and good health

Have courage, be positive always have hope

Change your ways, start today, you can cope

There’s one gift that I hope you all agree

It’s the gift to make me epilepsy free

As I sit here and finish this rhyme

The gift of giving, the joy’s all mine

One more day

Today it’s day 6 of the Napowrimo challenge. The prompt was write a poem that emphasizes the power of “if,” of the woulds and coulds and shoulds of the world.

One more day

Somewhere that’s warm,

close to the sea

Away from the dirt and grime of the city

Enjoying retirement for many years

A lottery win, allaying money fears

After many years

epilepsy free

Improved health for friends and family

Remove all lifes daily stress

And please make Sue worry less

A perfect size

loose some weight

My guitar playing I need to update

A world cruise, something I’d choose

Maybe, I just need to persuade Sue

If only some would come true

I’ve already won, I haven’t a clue

I’d give them all up, maybe I’m mad

If I could have

One more day with my Dad

Just far away

Day 5 of the Napowrimo challenge. I’ve only just made it. The prompt was to write a ‘Villanelle’ poem.

The classic villanelle has five three-line stanzas followed by a final, four-line stanza.

Just far away

He sits there everyday

A sad face, hands out as he begs

Does he have to be this way

Old worn out boots on his feet

Where does he go to at night

Signs of the life on the street

His dirty clothes, ripped and frayed

Blue sleeping bag, seen better days

Does he have to be this way

Many years since clean and neat

A toothless grin, cigarette stained

Signs of the life on the street

A scribbled note, safe in his doorway

Two plastic bags carrying his world

Does he have to be this way

His beggars bowl full of change

His Mercedes parked just far away

Signs of the life on the street

Does he have to be this way