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NaPoWriMo (NaPoWriMo Day 30)
April 30, 2015, 22:37
Filed under: Poetry, Writing | Tags: ,

Well that’s it! NaPoWriMo is over and I wrote a poem every day. Not all of them worth holding onto. However it was a useful discipline and I’m glad I did it.

NaPoWriMo is all dusted and done.
I will not pretend that I am sorry
That NaPoWriMo is all dusted and done.

It is a relief that the month is gone.
To write a poem a day is a worry,
I am relieved the month is gone.

The challenge has given me lots of fun
And tested me to the very limit,
But the challenge has given me lots of fun,

NaPoWriMo has been quite a struggle,
Often I did not think I would win it,
Writing a poem a day was a struggle.

I could not load them all onto Youtube,
I really do wish that I could have done,
But I could not load them all onto Youtube.

You don’t understand when you begin it
The problems NaPoWriMo will bring you,
But you will be glad you did begin it.

Looking back with a sense of completion
At the different things you had to do,
Ends the month with the pride of completion.

Two Limericks (NaPoWriMo Day 29)

It is the second to last day of NaPoWriMo and I can’t say I’m sorry. Some days have been really difficult and only stubbornness got a poem onto paper. Other days were inspired. Today I felt like a bit of light relief.

Two Limericks (NaPoWriMo Day 29) on YouTube

Two Limericks
There was a wee lass fae the Clyde
Whose horizons stretched far and wide
Broke Westminster’s mould,
Left MPs in the cold,
Washed away by the SNP tide.

Big Jim Murphy was awfy sad
His campaign had been very bad,
Labour was undone,
The SNP won
And the whole of Scotland was glad.

What Does Scotland Want? (NaPoWriMo Day 28)

I had some ideas floating round my head yesterday, but I found it difficult to shape them. I think today’s poem gets closer.

What Does Scotland Want? (NaPoWriMo Day 28) on YouTube

What does Scotland want?
Hope not empty promises,
Promises born of fear,
Fear of the people,
The people who cast their vote;
They vote, so few, in desperation,
Desperation at the empty lies,
The lies the politicians tell,
Tell to get themselves elected;
Elected, faith they never keep,
Keep their vows and promises,
Promises broken are the death of hope,
Hope is what Scotland wants.

What does Scotland want?
Hope born of vision,
A vision of a better world,
A better world for everyone,
For everyone, not only Scots;
Scots want to shape the future,
A future that lies in their own hands,
Hands that reach out in friendship,
Friendship to our neighbours;
Neighbours who betray are not friends,
Friends do not steal from friends,
Friends support their friends’ vision;
A vision is what Scotland has.

What does Scotland have?
A vision born of a passion,
A passion born of faith,
Faith in our fellow humans
And human rights born of justice,
Justice which is born from love
Of others and of our land;
Our land that cries for freedom,
Freedom born of nobility of soul,
The soul that looks forward not back,
Back to oppression, but to the future;
The Future is what Scotland holds.

What does Scotland hold?
A future that is born of vision,
A vision unfettered by fear,
Fear of mere material loss,
Loss of dignity is greater;
Greater still the Scottish pride,
Pride in the Scottish people,
The people who choose this land,
Land of beauty and resources,
Resources to be shared by all,
All who make this land their home;
Their homes, their hearts, belong to this land.
This land of heroes prepared to stand, 
this land of diversity where all are welcome,
this land of hope of a better, fairer life
this land of vision of what we all may become,
This land that we call home
This Scotland.

Union (NaPoWriMo Day 27)
April 27, 2015, 23:08
Filed under: Justice, Poetry, Politics, Scotland, Writing | Tags: , , ,

I am not recording today’s poem because, to be frank, I am not happy with it. It requires too much work to fix it. I must post a poem each day, this is what I’ve got, but I’m not happy with it.

What beauty can compare with this my land?
Her great mountains reaching unto the sky
Her rivers stocked with salmon feed her folk,
So too the silver seas that her surround
are with treasure and great bounty filled.
In her fertile valleys flourishing, lie
Cities where knowledge and beauty abound,
Bearing sad traces of murdered industry.
Poignant scars remain, the Finnieston Crane,
Miners Clubs still live where the English killed
The pits; yet they do not understand
Why from their malice we would be set free.
What is not given shall we take, and break
The Union that suffocates Scotland.

Roti Khana (NaPoWriMo Day 26)
April 26, 2015, 22:40
Filed under: Parenting, Poetry, Writing | Tags: , , ,

Unable to get home, out with family, stuck. By divers devious means I can at least post a poem.

Roti Khana
I sit surrounded by family
Star Plus on the television
Chattering all around the room
So much noise, too much, too much noise.
Sore tum, I think I ate too much,
But how can I resist paneer?
The sad truth is that I cannot.
I am so uncomfortable
I have enjoyed myself too well.
But why not, the dinner was such
A pleasant unexpected treat?
I am very pleased I came
My family matter to me.

The End Of Days (NaPoWriMo Day 25)
April 26, 2015, 00:04
Filed under: Poetry, Writing | Tags: , , , , ,

Saturday morning, Sounds Of The Sixties. This evening the first James Bond film on television. Nostalgia it’s running rampant. Right You Tube isn’t cooperating do this is getting posted as it stands.

The End Of Days
The Sounds of the Sixties
Played on my radio,
Bringing back memories of long ago.
The songs of my childhood
Listened to after school
Beneath the blankets with the volume low.
In Sixty Two James Bond
Came to the silver screen
Tonight I have been watching Doctor No;
Which is where it began.
I was young, not a man,
How my life would turn out I did not know,
But since then there have been
Surprises on the way,
Sometimes I wish my life would run more slow.
Those were the days, my friend,
We thought they’d never end;
We could never know how fast they would go.
I enjoy the old songs
On the records I play,
I realise I believe in yesterday.
I look at my grey hair
See the sun going down
Christ you know it ain’t easy, so they say,
Someday all this will end,
Those days won’t come again,
But With me they’ll stay forever and a day.

No Escape (NaPoWriMo Day 24)

A lot of photos appear on my Google Plus since it started to import crap from Facebook. A lot of the pictures are of young Asian girls; there are many beautiful and some over processed landscapes, but sometimes there is something special. As I did my regular trawl of people to block a black and white photo caught, as several times before, my attention. That photo inspired this poem.

No Escape (NaPoWriMo Day 24) on YouTube

There is No Escape
There is no escape.
No escape from the hard experience
Etched into that face;
The black and white, utterly merciless.
This is a contrast
From young girls who appear uninvited
On my Google Plus,
With their pink and softly air brushed faces
They are monochrome,
Not this old man with his lines and highlights.
He makes me wonder
What pain and tragedy his eyes have seen.
His eyes hold mine
And a thousand questions rise in my mind.
The girls I can block,
But there is no escape from that old man.
No shallow selfie
Someone saw the shadows in his sad soul
Leak into his face
And carefully composed and cropped the sight
In bleak black and white.
I return again to him, and again
He peers from the dark
With his sad stare, I cannot understand
Why he makes me feel
So uncomfortable, but for me now
There is no escape.


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