Scribbles from me to you

My poetry & prose



#OctPoWriMo #5 – Not My Fault

I understand now That being bullied Was not and is not my fault I don't want the same things I don't wear the same clothes Or listen to the same music Or watch the same shows I am a geek,... Continue Reading →

Memories of yesteryear

Do ye remember the days we cut the turf? We'd hurry home up the road from school Throw off the uniform and bags to change To the normal oul jeans, wellies and shirts Then over the mountains or round the... Continue Reading →

#NaPoWriMo2017 #30 – I thank you

Never before have I written so much! April has been such a productive month Personally it's the most I've done in years Open to the public and for critical appraisal Where will I go from here? Research awaits on making... Continue Reading →

#NaPoWriMo2017 #29 – Self Cento

NaPoWriMo Cento You are the reason I rise early in the morning Throw back the clothes and pull on the mindset And quick prayer, compose my head! My lofty mind is set on higher things to fill my daydream  head.... Continue Reading →

#NaPoWriMo2017 #26 – Acrostics

I LOVE ACROSTICS   I have been empowered this April past Learning new forms of poetry to write Obsessing over words, rhythm and rhyme Very huge learning curve. Google has not been spared! Every day a new challenge, expression and... Continue Reading →

#NaPoWriMo2017 #10 – The Letter

To Dad It seems like yesterday we talked And then it seems forever No jaunty whistle, no witty sting I'll never hear your voice again Not to talk or laugh or sing The years are a lifetime Six years is... Continue Reading →

#NaPoWriMo2017 #8

My Refrain My brain won't shut up Just let me sleep Images keep churning They just pop up Spitting bile and regret My brain won't shut up Just let me sleep My brain won't shut up Just let me sleep... Continue Reading →

#NaPoWriMo2017 #3 – The List

THE LIST Tears and fears and panic attacks Asthma inhalers and ambulance backs Anxiety, worry, pain and stress My work is not good for my health! Mortgage and bills and food and pets Clothes, shoes and roof to keep out... Continue Reading →

Haiku #3

Hands thrust into clay Buried deep, squirreled away Life's spent force subsumed

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