Tag: blogging

The edge of forever

Breathless I stare into the void

You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February. Why not give them a whirl.

A lifetime you gave me, willingly,

and I drank and devoured every drop.

My belly full I sense alas my race is run.

I gorged and feared the settings sun

And begged her please to stop

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She shook her head and took my hand

And led me to nightfall’s brink.

A price to pay for banquet sweet,

Dark nothing swirled about my feet

And slowly into darkness did I sink.

.

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Into light I melt, to be no more

All I am returned once more

A life lived well, and as I fade

Pure joy I feel for life I made

I smile and am no more

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Circle in the sky

Long I laboured beneath your golden gaze…

You know I like a good prompt and these are M’s for February.  Why not give them a whirl.

 

Long I laboured beneath your golden gaze.

Day upon day and into so many years now long forgot

In every one I sensed you there

you whispered that you’d leave me not.

 

Time races headlong to this final sunset

warm embrace upon my pallid skin

through misty eyes I recall your face

and feel your warmth burn deep within.

 

Though darkness calls beyond the stars

to nothing will I fade

This life, this love, this evermore

of memories are made.

 

 

January’s Gifs. All rather rude.

Theyre out there embeddded in my bits and pieces…

I’ve rather enjoyed doing some of these this month.  Okay so stand alone these might look odd but I promise that in context they make perfect sense.

 

Screw you haiku

Screw you Haiku. Dirty Bastard.

Another Dirty Friday Limerick.

Oh him again. In limerick form.

 

 

 

Oh those yummy dirty bits

A poem. About bits. Of stuff.

There are those who will dine

on fine foods and great wine

and who want just the finest of treats

But not me, no, no way

I’m quite proud when I say

Im a fan of the less refined meats

 

Give me Pies filled with heart

though it does make me fart

give me puddings of tripe, brains and balls

though it makes me quite gassy

I can still keep it classy

and with gravy for sure eat it all

 

Give me chicken arse flan

I’m not bothered with ham

give me dishes pile high with pig scrotum

I’ve this recipe for stew

with the balls of gnu

and some others, so good,  ‘cos I wrote ’em

 

Oh I cannot resist

the dark meats on my list

how i crave juicy brains, spine and liver

feed me pies filled with wings

of all high flying things

lick my lips in delight how I shiver

 

Dont cast doubt or dispute

nature’s leftover fruit

say ‘perhaps’ if your offered intestines

you might just take delight

at each savoury bite

as you wash it down with rich red house wines

 

Writing Prompts

Since I took to writing about 18 months ago I have loved prompts.  Other people’s words inspiring and challenging me to create something and share it.  My favourite have been M’s which you can see here which I still try and do when I can.

Towards the back end of last year though I found myself thinking that maybe I should consider doing my own prompts for myself and as part of a process see where that took me.  So, I picked up a shiny new notebook that I got for my Birthday and picked up one of my fabulous new Bic pens and started to write whatever came into my head until I had 31 prompts for January.

It was not a particularly long process, and I actually did it sat at my desk at work whilst I was on a rather dull teleconference.  I think it was maybe 20 minutes of work.  Once I have the 31 I then put each as the header on a page and proceeded to jot down an outline or ideas or thoughts inspired by these prompts.  It went surprisingly well and within about 90 minutes I had 31 ideas that I can now turn into something this month.  I hope.

Anyway, whether I finish them or not doesnot matter what mattes is that I have a ton of ideas to use as I get chance.

Oh and then after that I had an idea to take my most favourite album ever and use each of the tracks as the tirle for a short piece.  I haven;t fleshed that out yet but some point in February I hope to put out a dozen pieces all linked to the ‘Blind Man’s Zoo’ album by 10000 Maniacs.

So, in case you are still reading these are what I came up with for the 31 prompts for January.

  1. Butterfly
  2. Firestorm
  3. Flowers of Autumn
  4. Electric Dreams
  5. Once upon a never
  6. Twice shy
  7. Turbulence
  8. Tears of night
  9. Wednesday
  10. Last orders
  11. Overtime
  12. Samantha
  13. The cave
  14. Tomorrow’s forever
  15. Beyond the night sky
  16. A place in the dark
  17. The last summer
  18. The first winter
  19. Orbit
  20. Descent
  21. Into Madness
  22. Forever forlorn
  23. Beyond time
  24. Malcolm
  25. Driftwood
  26. Orbital city one
  27. Fear of the dark
  28. Nevermore
  29. All my yesterday’s
  30. Dawn’s light
  31. No more tomorrow

It was a fun exercise and whilst I will still be doing other peoples prompts I enjoyed the feeling of finding all those inspirational thoughts and moments for myself.

Why not try it for yourself and share what you come up with?

 

 

Probably well deserved.

You’re not all special!

I popped to the engravers this morning to pick up some trophies for a rugby festival I am running tomorrow and noticed a large pile of parcels for the local grammar school.

Seems they are awarding 4 trophies for their top ‘A’ achievers, a good recognition for the ‘merit’ pupils and two very special ones indeed.

Nice to see the school telling it like it is.

Balls to you October

See ya later!

 As Blogging months go I really didn’t enjoy October one bit.  It was filled with excuses and distractions and I found very little joy in the whole experience and got myself into a bit of a hole with it all.

I’ve been doing this since last July and I was certainly at my least inspired and uncreative but I wont go as far as to call it writer’s block because there would be the presumption that I am a writer and that is something I just cant really come to terms with.  It was more a matter of not being able to quite find the time to do it properly.

I started a new job a short while ago so am actually having to work for my money which is a real pain in the arse I tell you and at night I was finding myself far too weary when I eventually sat in front of the keyboard so mostly I just went to sleep instead or sulked a bit. 

Now the urges and ideas were still there that wasn’t the problem.  My head is always full of dirty limericks and images of stick people finger banging each other and I am never short of an idea for a bit of a story but time just seemed to conspire against me.  Or at least I let it.

Interestingly my diet also suffered during the month which I wrote about here and I think maybe that was part of the problem.  My discipline in general had gone to pot and across the board I was finding myself unproductive and rather jaded and allowing myself to find excuses wherever they presented themselves.

Anyway, as November loomed I decided bollocks to the excuses and given that I was off today planted my arse in front of the laptop for the day and forced myself to get back on the horse I have so enjoyed riding this last year.  I forced myself to write whatever old bollocks I could muster and you know what, I have enjoyed it immensely.  It’s hardly great stuff but it’s my stuff and I cracked a smile when I did it and I felt rather relaxed by it all which is great because It has caused me some stress at times  which is just ridiculous.

Ive managed maybe ten pieces today which is great but mostly I have enjoyed feeling creative again.  Yes I didn’t feed the kids and absolutely I should have made them do something productive instead of leaving them to do whatever it is they got up to all day, but it was more important for me to do what I needed to do because I far less grumpy and dickish when I am being creative.  I never received any notifications that I had been charged for anything so I think I got away lightly.

I think November will be better.   

Check this out. It’s frightfully grown up.

Well it was when I set out…

sun slowly fading

first signs of autumn changes

dog shit ‘neath the leaves

 

Okay so I started trying to do a proper one but mostly I am then just drawn to images of leaves on the ground and we all know what leaves on the ground means right? No?  It means dog shit hidden by leaves.  You cant go running through the leaves and kicking them playfully anymore for fear of whipping up a Doberman turd into the face of a passing child or being late for school because you have to head back home to clean the crap out of the kids school shoes.

No, I am not ready for Autumn yet because it will inevitably make me grumpy and complain about dog owners a lot and it has so been a pleasant summer.