NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018, Poetry

NaPoWriMo 2018- Day Seventeen (Honkiteen)

Title: Awkward Honky Rhyme


little duck
not scared of muck
rather skip baths
is very good at maths
knows all the numbers
never, ever cumbers
he’s ethical, friendly and kind
wing to temple to read minds
professor with a head feather
his siblings gather together
for lessons ranging all subjects
coffee and all its effects
documentaries and investigations
calling friend pigeons for transportation
he has a little dutch friend that’s a girl
he choreographs his own twirls
he likes feeding from the mouth
has no plans re: flying south
he likes to send handwritten letters
but he knows what he likes better
safety first, no, maybe kisses
then dancing with the Princess
a whisker eaten up
cowboy riding his own pup




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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty-Five (and a Tiny Note)

(a rare rhyming event, however, if this is a challenge, I must step out of my free verse comfort zone)



I don’t ask why anymore
I don’t believe whispered lore

I trust my gut instead of head-lines
watch the ground, avoid sour mines

I see the puppeteer and the wires
if only there was money in cease-fires

The make belief has taken over
I don’t want to watch over my shoulder

Truth and lies mixed in together
stiff as a board, light as a feather

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NaPoWriMo2016, Poetry

Day Twenty-Nine #NaPoWriMo 2016

When was the last time I missed a deadline?
Mortified, terrified, make the panic mine;
been a while since the time I lived on air and moths,
now every day pushes under. Chlorophorm on cloth.
I knew all my rules, capitals and ancient civilisations;
now, I barely recognise myself in this nation;
no vision, no knowledge, just a shepherd’s flock,
bad supposition, miss the mark of a crusty sock.
Should I fly, jump, or sing like a bird?
Whatever saves me from this compulsory herd.
When will I know if I’ll I run, hide or fail?
Will you swap your siren song for my beached whale?