One Poem Every Day, Poetry

No. 28 “We are two grey pebbles” – 30/11/15

We are two grey pebbles on a beach,

Searching for horizons we may never reach.

Simmering in sunshine, a question will be asked;

How can we drift so slow, and yet spin so fast?

-zu

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No. 194 “Tonight’s That Kind of Night” – todays date

What is on my mind?

A poem of kinds.

Of shadows on the grass outside,

That disappear when I close the curtains.

Of the way I do not want to hide,

When all our doubts turn into certains.

Of a dull gold light shining into the wheels,

And no sound except for the wind and the sun.

I should think I know how it feels,

But this adventure has suddenly begun.

And I wasn’t prepared, there’s fog in my brain,

Grey and blue fog. The cat seems content though.

If I’m dancing outside I will not say I’m sane,

But I will say I’m glad, I will say does it show?

Endings are good, and so is the start,

But the middle, that’s where the good songs are.

That is the part where you catch up your heart,

And hitch it to a star.

So this stuff that makes up each day?

This is what you’ll tell them when they ask,

So chose what you want to say,

By choosing to do what will last.

-zu

One Poem Every Day, Poetry

No. 193 “Kathmandu” – 27/6/16

The night time shadows are creeping slowly up the wall,
Outside in the dusky dark I can hear the night birds call.
The ants have gone to their beds beneath the soil,
The moons round face is hanging, we could call him loyal.
Crack the shining silence with a simple word or two,
And hurry back inside, it’s as cold as Kathmandu!

-zu

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No. 192 “Goodbye Jack” (trip to Mars; a narrative poem) -26/6/16

Excuse me? Yes hello. One ticket to Mars please?
Where the air is black and the clouds do not tease,
Beckoning lightening into the trees.

First or second class? Well I’ll take The Shooting Star,
And, first class, why not? I’ve never travelled this far,
Beyond the black purple planet, oh how bizarre!

Yes I know sir, that people do this every day,
But they’re not me, I’ve never been, so how can you say,
That is is an everyday experience, pray?

Of course I’ve been around the moon, but could it be the same?
As different as white and red! Uhhuh, I see, just a different name.
Well I must say, that’s a shame.

Still, I have to tell you, I’m dizzy as a kid with new space-boots,
I shan’t repress a squeal as The Star takes off and toots!
What? No toots? Well then, as off it shoots!

Glinting gold and being swallowed in the flat black screen of sky,
Into a dark future where it feels like a star could never die,
And I don’t care what you say! I will look out the window and sigh.

I’m off to the skies, goodbye! What? Oh yes sir, I’m sure I will,
You too! Oh, you won’t? You’ll always be here still?
But do you never want to star trek? Do you never yearn for a thrill?

You mean to say you’ve never flown?! Not even around the sun?
I mean to say, well really. Are you sure you don’t want to come?
You could take the short trip, a quick and easy run.

You would have your breath snatched by the sights,
You be dizzy and long for more flights,
You’d tumble and crumble and soar to the hights!

Are you sure? You really don’t want to? I guess I’ll see you when I get back.
Second door to the right? And yes, I’ve got my pack.
Nice to meet you, what’s your name? Well, goodbye Jack.

-zu

Over the last few days I’ve been having fun with narrative poems, they are fast paced and fun, but I do find them a bit exhausting. However they are fulfilling as well in a strange way! 😊 (Also, the date today has a lot of sixes in it which is pretty cool! πŸ˜„)Β 

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No. 191 “Explorers” – 25/6/16

Under a clear and uncertain sky,
Stands a tree which no one can identify,
It’s thick and tall, over 1000 years old,
No one has ever climbed to the top, so I’m told.

It’s no place for tourists, deep on a hill,
Where the ground is untamed and the air is so still.
It takes days to reach it, and that’s just by plane,
No it’s not just an easy stroll up a quaint lane.

The tree has no powers, for that is absurd,
But it’s so immense it could hide a whole herd,
Of wildebeests. Behind one branch.
And behind another, a wild west ranch!

OK I made that last bit up, what would a ranch be doing up here?
Be serious. But also be very clear,
Of what it will mean if you choose to climb it,
(to be honest with you I wouldn’t advise it)

But you are brave and and after all, we battled the hill,
You’d better begin or you’ll be up there still,
When the year 2999 arrives, or even 3000!
So get ready for the bark and boughs and,

The immense cloud of leaves and the ginormous trunk!
Are you ready to start? Do you feel like you’ve shrunk?
Go ahead! Don’t look down! Don’t think of the size!
You’re… 1/90th up! Wipe the sweat from your eyes.

OK this is ridiculous, why do you try?
Do you think you’ll feel better so close to the sky?
Well maybe, but also there’s not much air up there,
Do you think you should come down? Wait… Where?

Did you go? I think you’re behind a big leaf,
Now I can see you! That’s a relief.
Nope, you’re gone again, you’re getting high…
… It’s been days! I’m now just a crazy guy,

Waiting at the bottom for you to come down,
No one believes me, they see me and frown,
Saying I’ve been there for years,
(It’s true) and now hope disappears.

Did you find a new life in the tree?
You haven’t come down, for that I would see.
(Unless you came around the other side?)
I’m going to go there, to see if that’s where you hide.

I resolved to march round the side of the trunk,
It and when I got there, who would have thunk?
Well! A tea party round here and you didn’t invite me!
The invite got lost in the mail? Well I see.

Still, this tea is nice, and I’m glad you’re not lost,
It must have take you ages to get across!
When this is over shall we get going?
Next stop, the longest river that has ever been flowing!

-zu

One Poem Every Day, Poetry

No. 190 “My Version of My Favourite Things!” – 24/6/16

I found an awesome stage preformance of the sound of music by a preforming arts college on youtube and it inspired me to write a list of my own favourite things!Β 

Bright summer days and warm summer nights,
Going new places and seeing wonderful sights,
Orchestras with pianos and trumpets and strings,
These are a few of my favourite things.

Cats that are snobbish but still want to play,
Mornings where droplets of sun turn into a ray,
Feeling free to dance in the street and to sing,
These are a few of my favourite things.

Finding a book into which you can disappear,
Friends who know you’re mad but who still hold you dear,
Never being too old to play on the swings.
These are a few of my favourite things.

When the dog bites, when the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad

-zu

Just a bit of fun πŸ˜‰ and of course all credit for the original lyrics go to the original writers 😁 I hope you sang this in your head (or out loud!) πŸ˜„Β