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Poem a Day Challenge #7 (Same)

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OK have a headache now. Can’t think so I am posting this one that has been in development over the last few days. Needs more work I know. And it frivolous. Who can spot the song its a play on?

Same

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Remember this forever
For it will set you free
Listen to you mother on
How it is to be,
If you want success my child
Stay upon the path
Don’t stray into the wild.

Be the same! Be the same.
All the world – loves the same.
Stand up tall, play it straight
And you’ll never end up late.

With mortarboard and diploma
You’ll rate with the great minds
If you become a doctor you’ll win great respect
Be a great composer and get more of it yet
Don’t become a poet that they will all forget
Be the same, be the same, be the same.

Be the same, be the same,
All the world  – loves the same.
Tell it straight, tell it true,
No one will mess with you.

Bend the rules (when you can)
Make more profit for the man
A college education is a must I am sure
To give the frame of reference that you must endure
If you feel lost a job is the cure!
Be the same! Be the same! Be the same

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Carry on..

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Another attempt at collaborative fiction.

This one is just a scene – that anyone can carry on. I was thinking that anyone who contributes can then vote on the best next part and that goes forward – and then we all write the next bit and so on. (If that makes sense?)

Well it’s worth a try.

This was the thunder roll time. The heartbeat of the hunted time. The dawning of infinity.

Sweat beaded on her neckline. Her hands shook and she felt sick. It was the time of truths, of bare reality. The weight of life bore down on her, dragging her inwards yet compelling her forwards.

Time brooked no delay.

She opened……..

Poem a Day Challenge #6 (Trench)

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Another attempt at haiku.

Trench

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Dancing with my wife,
last week the telegraph came:
Coughs ring round the trench.

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Poem a Day Challenge #5 (Footsteps)

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OK – so this one is on the same theme as yesterday. In fact this was the one I started with in my head yesterday – but it morphed into number 4.  I wanted to develop it and see if it is better or not then the result I came up with yesterday. And maybe just to look at the same concept in two ways.

Footsteps

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Footsteps on the dusky beach
Holes left by those gone by
Empty.

The tide turns, creeps back in
holes become pools
shining in the sunset

Peering in beyond my reflections
the shining water
teems with life

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Poem a Day Challenge #4 (Soundbox)

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Soundbox

By Scott Bailey © 2013

There are empty spaces
left as people move on,
of the spaces of places long gone,
of times gone by

There is a link between present and past
an energy, a potential,
strung between the memories gone
and the living yet to roll on

The link hums with the tension
and the empty spaces echo back the thrum
deep rich reverberation
layered on the past, the present, the future

Such is the music of life.

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Poem a Day Challenge #3 (Outside `The Daffodil and Pen’)

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Outside `The Daffodil and Pen’

By Scott Bailey © 1999

I wandered lonely as a brick
That sinks and dives in stream and lake,
When all at once I was so sick,
And an awful mess I did make.
Beside the lake, beneath the trees.
Splattering my stomach in the breeze.

It must have been the bread I had
Or maybe that old Milky Way.
This puddle of sick smelt so bad
Along the margin of the bay.
Ten pints I had drunk, at a guess.
Tossing my head, I felt a mess.

The waves in my head danced, and they
Dashed my weak legs from under me.
A poet could not be so gay
As the one who stood over me.
He gazed and gazed and then in glee
Threw up and fell down next to me.

Next morn when on my couch I lay
In vacant and in pensive mood.
I swore I’d give up drink that day.
And swore some more, it was quite rude.
But soon, once more, the cider spills.
I’ll sleep again with daffodils.

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Poem a Day Challenge #2 (Nation)

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Well – so pressed for time today that I decided to do a haiku – being short!

However  – I have also had the kids tune “I’m a Jingle Jangle Scarecrow” going around and around in my head! And toothache!

So this one is born out of all that.

Nation

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Kerching! Kerchang! Pow!
Our economy picks up!
Soul still desolate.

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Poem a day Challenge #1 (Goodnight)

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Goodnight

by Scott Bailey © 2013

Goodnight. Sleep tight. Love you with all my heart.
One snuggled cosy in bed.
One in the earth.
Mother and Father
Forever hurt.

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A poem a day?

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Just contemplating starting a poem a day challenge – for a year. The idea being to kick me into doing something, and to have a volume of work at the end. Which I could use to publish.

Could I do it? Could I find the time?

Let’s see

In our time

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I have discovered a superb radio program.

I am often late on Thursday morning. Either taking Rachel to college or heading over to our factory to pick up things on the way in. This head meant I have been able to catch In Our Time with Melvin Bragg.
It is what the BBC do best. It covers such a range of topics that it could not be “pitched” to a generic target audience. Probably wouldn’t get made on a commercial station.

Now I have discovered that every episode made can be downloaded to be listened to at my leisure.

So from the chemical peculiarities of water to the Icelandic sagas, from meteors to Le Morte D Arthur my relaxation is sorted for quite some time.

Oh, I also discovered swype on my nexus. I was sceptical but wow it works like a dream. Will really speed up my writing and make writing fiction easier on the tablet when the need arises.

Who is Clara?

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I have only managed to half watch the latest series of Doctor Who while other Chaos is going on around me. But..

I think Clara is the Doctor’s first wife/lover. The mother of his daughter, grandmother to Susan. This explains why she keeps appearing as a “nanny”. She looks after children to replace the one she has lost.

In the Episode “Hide” he gave a long speech about the two “monsters” who were actually lovers separated in time and space, calling out to each other. All while he had his arm around Clara.

And she is very Timelord like in her speech and mannerisms.Though she obviously can’t remember being a Timelord.

Also, it is well documented that the Doctor is running away from something – we do not not why – or why he left Gallifrey. And Clara keeps saying?

“Run, you clever boy.”

So I think that for some reason he was forced to run leaving behind Clara and fleeing with his granddaughter.

Could be the “revelation in the 50th anniversary episode?”

The Gunner’s Dream

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Shared The Gunner’s dream on Facebook tonight – prompted by a post from the Pink Floyd page. It’s a song I can always come back to – I always wanted to write down the lyrics in calligraphy on the wall as decoration, but I am no visual artists and it wouldn’t come out as expected.

And that’s the reason I think. I always wanted to be able to draw or paint but I think my problem is that I have a real vivid image in my mind what I want it to look like. It never does. I suspect tough that’s not how artists work, they instead convey an impression of what they want to get across. A representation.

I am not sure why I have an issue with this as that’s essentially what you do when writing – though looking back at my early stuff I can see that I was trying too hard to write exactly what I was seeing in my mind. Now I can let go and trust the reader to fill in the details.

Just can’t do the same with visual arts.

Plus have zero talent.

As you can probably tell – not much took place today out of the ordinary routine.

Been reading the Frank Herbert book I was sent – I need to finish that as a review is expected. It’s very good just very long and involved.