Today’s official prompt of using the Korean form Sijo really lends itself to a hip hop flow.
Hi-ho it’s a Sijo, but I’m fly yo like Tetsuya Naito.
Long lines take time like you’re stealing a TARDIS, I go the hardest.
Mancunian buzzin’, still soaring while y’all pushing and shoving.
Today’s official prompt of using a Shakespearian insult or even those from Skeletor just didn’t sit right with me. Not when I’ve got a rich history of inventive and highly personalised barbs. When you mix two parts wrestling fan with five parts Mancunian you’re guaranteed a silver tongue that can shimmer as brightly as it’s slices are deadly.
So here’s a story from September 2007 on the 216 bus when an interloper was unclear which of my companions he was referring to.
“Oi mate, is that your bird?”
He warbled unintelligibly.
“No” I protested … with much chagrin
“I’m not into bestiality” I spat back at him.
“Wots bestiality?” bellowed the brute.
“Ask your mother…” I said being cute.
“it might explain a few things”
yet he offered no rebuke.
However what puzzled me most
wasn’t his chauvinistic candour
nor his obliviousness
to my cheeky backhander.
For all the fish in the sea that we swim in,
he just wasn’t clear…
for I was seeing
TWO women.
Today I’ve used the Local Gems Poetry Press prompt.
Feeling uninspired
but I’ll never lose passion
tomorrow awaits.
Today I’ve opted to use the official prompt of writing about the moon.
Drink in the moon
with a big gulp-sip.
Drink in the moon
till you hear that smooth blue click.
Drink in the moon,
don’t you be a fool.
Drink in the moon,
you know it looks so cool.
He loved his friend but hated himself,
fields of gold become pyrite in stealth.
Tell me how’d you become such a fool,
hurtling at hurdles
and drunk at the school.
Faced with mendacity
he resigned himself to chastity
in light of fiery feline ferocity.
Drink in the moon
with a big gulp-sip.
Drink in the moon
till you hear that smooth blue click.
Drink in the moon,
don’t you be a fool.
Drink in the moon,
you know it looks so cool.
If I were a penguin I’d flip, flop and flap.
If I were a penguin I’d fall right on my back.
If I were a penguin I’d slip, slop and slide.
If I were a penguin I’d be the flippin’ guy.
She’s always had the biggest heart.
Starts her days as wilful as dawn
and her light shines just as brightly.
Caring isn’t just her vocation,
it’s her state of being.
Every day her thoughts of others
radiate in her every action.
Mother, wife, grandma.
With the quiet strength of Atlas
and a kindness that blooms like May.
If she’s taught me anything
it’s that goodness isn’t just a
Catholic replacement for swearing
but a choice in how you live your life.
Today I’ve opted to use the official NaPoWriMo prompt of writing a poem about the meaning of my name.
Babe named Gift from God
in Swahili by his dad
from Tanzania.
Today I’ve opted to use the official NaPoWriMo prompt of creating a poem based on a headline you wish you’d see.
Actions speak louder than thoughts:
A new radical mental health treatment
has been released today.
It relieves guilt and unease
from negative or intrusive thoughts.
Today I’ve opted to the official NaPoWriMo prompt of using both Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction.
As a result I wrote a Ukiah based on the reign of Aristotimus in the ancient Greek city of Elis. I was eager to find the Statue of Cylon however in another fun twist that linked to the prompt I was linked to figurines from Battlestar Galactica.
Today I’ve opted to use the Local Gems Poetry Press prompt of writing about a time I did something against the norm.
It does no good
to dwell on how you hurt me.
But I suppose you’ll never know
how I spared you from an even greater pain.
Your best friend knew you did me wrong
when you cheated with… him.
Yet when she offered to hook me up
with any one of her friends for my leaving party…
I declined.
Unwilling and unable to hurt you in kind.
Courvoisier and peach Snapple
packed a lesser punch than losing you.
Emotional scars and stretch marks are ley lines
on the path back to self-love.
