NaPoWriMo – Day 30 – Failings

O how failings with impertinence cannot silent remain.
For your own failings publicly take another course
And what is not yours to share with those who deride you?
Without that derision may we demise united.
And our dreaded hate gain a multitude of identities,
Which our alliance cannot claim,
That, uninvited, empty praises combine.
O presence, what an enchantment you fail to cast!
But for your sweet employ that tortuous continuation
To bore the locale with thoughtlessness of prejudice,
Would take hold and empty heads sour in truth
And unlearn how to unify the disparate,
By disrespecting he who has passed.

NaPoWriMo – Day 29 – Cockfosters

Going to Cockfosters?
All that way, along the blue,
All that way to the very end.
Donde es Cockfosters?
More to the point, porque?
What can you see at that distant point,
Far from Heathrow and Turnham Green.
Here it is, the final stop,
Where the great plate ends
And the world halts.
Why else would they come so far
To travel the blue to the platform edge.
Mind the gap. Stand clear of the closing doors.
La turista has come beyond the yellow line
From the reddest red of her native land,
And here she stands gazing
At the remnants of creation.

NaPoWriMo – Day 26 – The Sea

The sea is calm to-night.
Glimmering and vast,
sweet is the night-air!
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow,
The eternal note of sadness in
The turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery.
The world,
Before us like a land of dreams,
Neither joy, nor light,
Nor peace, nor pain;
We are on a darkling plain
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

NaPoWriMo – Day 25 – The Ballad of the Unmarked Road

Beyond the door it lies unseen,

Far away from the laptop screen,

Winding through a world of green,

An endless unmarked road.


Heel and toe, and toe and heel,

Step by step to make it real,

Onwards gently, freedom feel,

Upon the unmarked road.


Field and forest, breezes blow

Around the senses as we go,

All creation we’ll come to know –

They line the unmarked road.


Unlock the door and hit the street,

Where calm and tranquil people meet,

Switch off the phone and on the feet,

To travel the unmarked road.

NaPoWriMo – Day 24 – Take a Size Minor

Take a size minor

For me, myself and I.

The anorak itemizes

Each flaw with distinction.

Eyes of mud float between

A maize snake riot above

And below a noisemaker zit.

Anemia zero kits outfit flesh and bone,

And atomize snakier veins

Curling around oat size ramekin pips.

Seize tiara, monk, and bathe my mirror

In a zen airtime soak of magnificence.


Great wealth comes in small packages.

Great wisdom comes in the fullness of time.

Great kindness leads to good fortune.

You will soon see an exchange of wealth.

You will soon see the tide change.

You will soon reach the pinnacle of happiness.

When morning comes you will not have changed.

When morning comes you will be no richer.

When morning comes you will be no wiser.

In time you will look for wisdom from within.

In time you will seek good fortune on your own merit.

In time you will have wisdom of experience.