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Friday, 26 August 2016

Assiduous Tasting (28 of 365)

Welcome to day 28 of the 365 day poem challenge. Today I was observing my niece eating her breakfast and inspiration came along.

Word of the day Assiduous meaning: "showing great care and perseverance."

Assiduous Tasting  

Chew bite squish 
Down it goes

Squash slop slap
Banging on the table

Slurp lick suck
In my mouth 

Stick it in
Stick it in

Soft spiky yucky
Back onto the table

Slide tip spin
Rotate my plate

Over the edge
Not over the edge 


One more piece

Poke push look
This is boring now

Off I go 
Off I go

Stir swing kick 
Plate is on the floor.

Upon You (27 of 365)

Welcome to day 27 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day peremptory "insisting on immediate attention or obedience, especially in a brusquely imperious way."

Upon you

I sat in the meadow 
glorious and green
You were there 

That was all that mattered
You were there
Behind the curtain of the willow
Your smile was cheeky
Like a child 
You could scream my name 
You were so enamoured with me

I could never understand why I fell
Back onto the cool grass
Enshrouding myself in 
Armour of shyness

Your tongue like a pike
Poked past my conceit
And I smiled disarmed 
And naked
Before you on that bank
In the sun

We passed between us 
Sweet fruits 
Strawberries that turned Luminescent in my mouth 

You batted me 
Then dragged me peremptory 
snatching away the last
Of the brilliant red fruit

Then I fell down through
That happy feeling
I fell upon you
And you upon me
And there we lay.

The Tall Lady on the Precipice (26 of 365)

Welcome to day 26 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day is Magisterial meaning "having or showing great authority."

The Tall Lady on the Precipice 

Your magisterial stance
Leaves me weak

Your canonical mind
Rends me bare

Your emboldened arms
Hold me close

Your hardened stare
Turns me cold

Your soulful ether
Weaves into me

Your incandescent flesh
Melts into mine.

Wednesday, 24 August 2016

Quintessence (25 of 365)

Welcome to day 25 of the 365 poem challenge.

Word of the day and title of our poem, Quintessence meaning "the most perfect or typical example of a quality or class."


He boarded 
He did not look back
He could not look beyond 
He could not foresee the failures
Of his time 
He bid goodbye to those behind him
He bowed inward 
He did not betray the 
Nerves quaking through him

He sat in a waiting space
He hummed alone 
He saw a stranger that looked familiar
He drew out his phone
A micro-world blaring in his palm

He disembarked
He was disembodied 
He hardly knew himself
He was neither present not there
He had a vague blankness about him
His obscurity burst uncomfortably from him like a curse

He lay in a coffin alcove
He supposed little
He reasoned life was inconsequential
He hoarded his thoughts 
Excitement and vigour flashed in his bleating soul 

But it was temporary and
Casually lost.

Tuesday, 23 August 2016

Alpha-sex (24 of 365)

Welcome all to day 24 of the 365 day poem challenge. 

I think this poem is relatively self-explanatory. 

Word of the day is X-irradiate, meaning "to expose to radiation in the form of x-rays."



Monday, 22 August 2016

Bygones (23 of 365)

Welcome to day 23 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day is abjure meaning to "formally reject or disavow a formerly held belief"


I used to believe in you and I
Our romance written upon clouds
You had the fond habit of chasing
Me to heart palpitations 

I recoil now to thing of the stress
You were a daily devotion and religion to me
How I abjure you now 

Still I wish you well
I wish you calm
Though I doubt you wish it upon yourself, all the worlds a stage

To you then and still
I pity you, but that would involve 
Consideration, which imparts care
I'm content now as a rabbit 

With a cabbage
I wish you well meddler 
In my life, I suppose all
Of this would not be possible 

If not for your cloying 
Suffocating love 
my surrogate Of suffering 
Let bygones be gone. 

Sunday, 21 August 2016

Synecdoche (22 of 365)

Welcome to day 22. The following is another observation, of a morning. I was in Crows Nest near my home and so this came to me.

Synecdoche meaning "a figure of speech in which a part is made to represent the whole or vice versa"


And the pigeon became distressed
And the shit sprayed the path
And the pug chased
And the girl said "hello pidge!"
And the barista heard nothing 
And the nail salon owner glanced up
And the cars whittled by deaf
And the grocer stumbled 
And the clerk caught him 
And she looked into his startled eyes
And the butcher stood idle cleaver in hand
And the pigeon swatted by the tourist
And the tourist cursed
And his partner giggled 
And the little girl pointed and laughed
And the pigeon flew up 

And the Sunday bustled on
And coffee cups were filled and emptied
And feet stamped the pink pavers 

And the park grass turned blue
And then green
And then indigo 
And then black.