#NationalPoetryMonth DAY 10: Transition

As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

On #Day10 Spring is absolutely here, and I am slowly beginning to feel human again, so here’s a poem about being in nature as the seasons change, and appreciating that poetry can be a great way to express your gratefulness. As a whole I find nature work a hard ask, mostly because most of it either makes me cough or itch. You experience will vary.

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Transition

each place where tree’s remains fade into whiteness
brush stroked, defining canvas, daybreak builds:

another early start, intent presents itself
bark under hand, material of purpose stitched

to now, as hearing strains to comprehend
crackle, decomposition underfoot, let winter break

hold willing mind above, skyward salutation
sky as shower-head, rain’s smell cleansing tired mind;

this greyscale, mottled world, colour washed
moving from mud to sky, in morning gloom

#NationalPoetryMonth DAY 9: That Went Well, Everyone

As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

On #Day9 I found this searing piece of environmental poetry in a folder on the hard drive. It is the kind of poem you can probably only get away with when you are famous enough that people will read your every word, regardless of merit. For #NaPoWriMo, I think they will all count regardless…

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That Went Well, Everyone







we had, single chance
reverse centuries of dumb;
then we fucked it up



good work, team









#NationalPoetryMonth DAY 8: We Have None of the Time In the World

As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

It’s #Day8 and I know some poets think ‘aping’ (copying someone else’s idea and form) is a form of cheating when it comes to poetry. It’s easier sometimes, however, when you don’t feel confident enough yourself to briefly lean on someone else. In this case, that means using the starting point of song lyrics, that play over a shocking, terrifyingly clever end credits scene, making it even more potent. For #NaPoWriMo today… it’s time for an ape, based on a James Bond film.

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We Have None of the Time In the World
(after Hal David)

we have none of the time in the world
no sense, urgency
to undo all this damage done
time we’ve wasted

we have none of the peace in the world
that, a greater need
end fighting
dispense with our greed

every excuse causes more damage
altering Mother Earth, will now doom us

we have run out of time to atone
clock has struck
party’s done, harm has won
love is gone

every minute, wasted, lost desires
empty promises burnt, world engulfed, in flames

we have come to the time to expire
man will pass
human race, not replaced
we are gone

we are gone

we are gone

#NationalPoetryMonth DAY 7: Do Your Part

As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

Day 7: doing NaPoWriMo means making an effort to pull out Poetry I’ve not seen for a while, and making it stronger. This poem was originally twice the size and really did not go anywhere. It’s a lot leaner now and to the point, but I still doubt it would be published because telling entitled people to do one is… well, pretty much a hiding to nothing. However, we persist.

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Do Your Part

… in your gas guzzling behemoth four-wheel drive
as you consider, willingly running over 
a Climate Change protester
than sacrifice an inch of personal freedom.

… in your tiny, self-perpetuating world of innocence
recycling only when prompted by another
it’s far too late for you to make a difference
and you stopped caring many years ago…

… in your retirement cottage as it floods
keep on thinking that’s the better hill to die on
it never should have happened, now won’t go away
and you’d still attack a Climate Change protester...

this isn’t about money any more
instead, how much entitlement you’re owed.


#NationalPoetryMonth DAY 6: Mother Nature doesn’t Give One

As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

Poem #6 is the first in a sequence of environmental works I created when I was doing what was a sizeable submission for the Gingko Prize but did not submit, because I’m pretty certain hitting people round the head with a poem until they bleed will not win me anything. Oh, well.

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Mother Nature doesn't Give One

See a village, exclusively gated, rich condominiums, attractive, decorated both inside and out, located beneath a desirable, shoreline position; Mother Nature does not give one.

Why should Mother Nature give one
for the blight
a selfish afterthought
apes that came
then ruined everything
against their names.

Then, a community, built through centuries of graft and hardship, countless generations enjoying sunshine in the shadow of volcanic slopes; Mother Nature does not give one.

Mother Nature will never give one 
no need to appease 
problems wiped away by time, removed 
then begin again, to suit her needs.

Observe, the countless empty promises: reduce emissions, scale back farming, ban pesticides, ease consumption, remove plastics choking the oceans;

Mother Nature does not give a fuck
it's brutal, but it's true
because more importantly
neither yet do you.


#NationalPoetryMonth DAY 5: What we Made from the Ire

As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

Poem #5 is the last concrete poem, and we then move on. It’s often the case with my brain processes that there needs to be a couple of swings at the same subject before I get the delivery system correct. In this case, it’s a good poem, but the poetry isn’t right in this format. It needed a retool, which has subsequently happened in another way.

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What      we      Made     from       the        Ire 

Acrimony, story as definition
much of what’s left amongst
dust, behind musty walls:
they thought it necessary
to recount, each sordid item
there they lie, path’s stones
leading this into unknowns
where certain language dies
imaginary lining up, and as


moments overlap     one
becomes the other

it’s            alright
you     can     let     it     go

the other becomes
one   moment  overlaps


imagery’s
certain, dies
leading this
there, they lie
every detail
thought lost
behind dust
what now
falls free:

only me, the key.

#NationalPoetryMonth DAY 4: The Loneliness of Ramesses II

As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

Poem #4 is another concrete poem, and a reminder that it is useful to play not just with the words sometimes, but how they look and feel when placed on a page. It’s like building Lego models and not following the instructions. I enjoy making poems into things that aren’t traditional poetry and seeing what the reaction is.

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The Loneliness of Ramesses II

if you’ve never dug their whole
and think sum sets in enough
angst worn by the Pharaohs
confidence an afterthought
sand’s the same as dust
cast yourself as belief
the darkness is a lie

you never have
to try, so why
this so hard

to be

one

?

one

will be

so hard, this
is why, you try
but have you ever

darkness remains lie
yourself, cast as belief
the same dust as in sands
afterthought in confidence
the Pharaoh worn by angst
who believed he was enough
to travel up, exceeding heaven

#NationalPoetryMonth DAY 3: Flag Day

I’ve been away for a bit, and as life returns to normal I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

Poem #3 is a concrete poem, which are faddy and don’t normally fit into serious journals. I reckon you have to be the equivalent of Football League Championship Famous and above to get away with them, and as a Conference League poet, I have no such worries. I’m just here to play my game to the crowd that turns up, and do the best I can. This is a poem about friendship and red flags. It’s good to know them when you see them…

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Flag Day

our lesson, learnt early, held often: friendship
is a curse from other people, truths never
inherit, transubstantiate, that apparent
conscience – no sole requirement
to apportion calm;

take this moment,
here displacing eloquent desire, let
psyche inherit other people’s latent fear
because their hex, no longer welcomed here
heretics dispense bought wisdom, just as cause

I    juxtapose

that  enmity

as  the point

red    flagged

post planted

con founded

what   u   see

never   alone

just     buried

with    a base

lost   in place

solid     stone.

#NationalPoetryMonth DAY 2: paradoxical heart

I’ve been away for a bit, and as life returns to normal I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

Poem #2’s title of 30 #2 is two words borrowed from @CarolineBirdUK‘s pull quote on the front of @HodgsonWrites‘ latest collection, 163 Days. It made me think of my childhood, of the fact so much of it is lost to disassociative amnesia and trauma. I can remember pain, though. The scars are there.

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paradoxical                                             heart

finally                                                    it’s dead
time to drop the knife
hitting more won’t make it right
only carves healthier facsimile
impression you have just      destroyed

cut                                                       new mark
into a willing                      welcoming arm
see how much sharper                       finer

it becomes             never               to share

or hold a grudge within    plain clothes
those other normal people love   wear
as lies                                                  are spied

but they have                            never been
worn raiment of thorns
crucifying sins as fading hope
one day we 
might                                                   wake up

mortal that                   resembles whole

#NationalPoetryMonth DAY 1: The Great /Wave off Kanagawa

I’ve been away for a bit, and having now experienced COVID, I can honestly attest I’d never, ever like to do that again. Hashtag Poetry was a great way of getting me into good habits when it comes to writing every day, and as I’m back here to start April strong, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the swing of things. Fortunately, Twitter has an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

Poem #1 of 30 is an ekphrastic, I suppose. It’s my reaction to how other people look at art and make me feel small and uneducated. It’s also a reminder that we need to stop fucking about with Mother Nature as a matter of some urgency.

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The Great /Wave off Kanagawa

what you see, her water, life affirmed

no real care for symbolism or belief
let that be for others who, let’s be fair
only came here to wave their intellect

at you, the forward slash contemptible
example of a mind half cut with grief
perilously lacking in normality

obvious lost soul inside their church

.

water, rising as a mountain, breath

printed there to mirror, every claw
predictable, anxiety dependent, expecting
moment, confluence comes crashing down

and it will, as a consequence within
other people’s definitions, pressed
so hard into paper, fear is permanent

this was never meant as art at all

.

it is reproduced as a reminder, warning

we are but the smallest part

of her monumental                         hole.



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