Poem: February 25th

(Yeah I kinda didn’t write for a few days as the creative mojo died…)

I truly wanted this
to be something
more than one kiss.

Your warm touch seeping,
through winter clothing
keeping us from freezing.

Yet here I am again
watching the moonrise,
alone as I pretend.

That you are dreaming
about us entwined
in moonlight beaming

I truly wanted this
to be everything
and so much more…

It is a February challenge to myself – to write novel poetry: One-a-day.

Poem: February 21st

Stubborn donkey, you inspire me to write.
I despise the way you bray and tremble,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about you is stessful.

Shall I compare you to a black buffoon?
You are more angry, ornery and soft.
Mad sun heats the splendid peaches of June,
And summertime has the sore choir loft.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your shaggy ears, and stubborn ass.
Thinking of your wild nature fills my days.
My hate for you is like broken watch glass.

Now I must away with an irate heart,
Remember my fake words whilst we’re apart.

It is a February challenge to myself – to write novel poetry: One-a-day.

Poem: February 20th

unthinkable haemophile
fusty swizzle gamecock
overcritical sassy thromboid
disemboweled heartthrob
meretricious dogmatic politico
artesian homebred peekaboo
tantalizing bugaboo
letterpress stigmatized

antiscortisal insigation
manufactures legislation
digging swarthy buccaneers
dragging dolomites
episodic meanderings
manufactures
incomprehensible
lithography.

It is a February challenge to myself – to write novel poetry: One-a-day.

Poem: February 19th

meaning less
I said more
spilling words like seeds
hoping they would sprout
working and tilling
pulling adverbs like weeds
sun-scorched
the paper burned
fluttering ash in the wind

I have no idea how this began.

It is a February challenge to myself – to write novel poetry: One-a-day.

Poem: February 18th

fog crept round
covered us up
wrapped us down
hiding us
from the men
who watch us
every day

now’s our chance
to escape
find freedom
lose our chains

if we’re caught
then we’re dead
that’s okay
still better
than being
a slave.

It is a February challenge to myself – to write novel poetry: One-a-day.