#NaPoWriMo 2018 National Poetry Writing Month

A Poem A Day For April

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Well I’m back for #NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) for 2018!

Once again, all the poems are inspired by what I see, hear, smell and experience as I walk through life. Some I have been working on for a while and needed some time and inspiration to complete, some are made up on the spur of the moment! Some are meant to be funny, some are deeper and more thought-provoking and some are just downright strange!

But I hope you enjoy reading them.

Why not leave me a comment at the bottom of the page 🙂

Select a Day to read:

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Day 1

Bank Holiday


Four days of nothing
Family and friends
Some sit and chill out
The whole weekend

Some go for long walks
Some travel away
To find tranquility
And embrace each day

Some eat too much
Chocolate is rife
Parents, children
Husband and wife

Out with some pals
See what’s on the box
A theatre trip
Or hitting the shops

A mountain to climb
A horde to feed
Travelling slow
Or up to full speed

Whatever you do
However you act
Take time for yourself
And remember; relax

Day 2

Sleep

Sleep comes and goes
It tos and fros
It ebbs and flows
But it always catches up in the end

Day 3

Food – A Haiku

Lunch is my favourite
But breakfast is great as well
And then there’s dinner…

Day 4

Nacho Cheese – A Limerick

Nachos all covered with cheese
With sour cream if you please
Guacamole and chilli
To share…don’t be silly
This platter was all made for me!

Day 5

Spring

Spring has sprung, it’s here at last
The days are longer, nights are fast
The wind is less, the rain is warm
The flower buds can now reform
To beautiful blooms with colourful heads
In rows or random or in beds
It makes you smile it makes your day
That spring is here hip hip hooray

Day 6

Brothers

A brotherly bond is deeper than you think
Deeper than you know
Deeper than you can imagine
A brotherly bond isn’t friendship
Or hardship
Or any kind of ship for that matter
It’s a hardwired connection
That never fails
Can never be broken
And never tires

Day 7

Rhythm and rhyme (and a clever, subtle piece of grammar work):

I went to the shops and what did I see
Shelves all stacked as high as could be
So much choice of food for me
As far as the eye could see.

On Monday I bought some saus-a-ges
Saus-a-ges
Saus-a-ges
They’ll go good with beans and chips
Sausages, beans and chips

I went to the shops and what did I see
Shelves all stacked as high as could be
So much choice of food for me
As far as the eye could see.

On Tuesday I bought some cer-e-al
Cer-e-al
Cer-e-al
A splash of milk, in the bowl
Cer-e-al in a bowl
Saus-a-ges, beans and chips.

I went to the shops and what did I see
Shelves all stacked as high as could be
So much choice of food for me
As far as the eye could see.

On Wednesday I bought some Rib-i-Steak
Rib-i-Steak
Rib-i-Steak
Juicy and rare, straight on the plate
Rib-i-Steak on a plate
Cer-e-al in a bowl
Saus-a-ges, beans and chips.

I went to the shops and what did I see
Shelves all stacked as high as could be
So much choice of food for me
As far as the eye could see.

On Thursday I bought some daff-o-dils
Daff-o-dils
Daff-o-dils
All beautiful yellow in a vase
Daff-o-dills in a vase
Rib-i-Steak on a plate
Cer-e-al in a bowl
Saus-a-ges, beans and chips.

I went to the shops and what did I see
Shelves all stacked as high as could be
So much choice of food for me
As far as the eye could see.

On Friday I bought some vol-u-vents
Vol-u-vents
Vol-u-vents
Crispy and crumbly, stuffed to the brim
Vol-u-vents stuffed to the brim
Daff-o-dills in a vase
Rib-i-Steak on a plate
Cer-e-al in a bowl
Saus-a-ges, beans and chips.

Poems and fun and sometimes absurd
They hide little messages inside their words
To see if the listener is listening well
To not just the sounds but the meaning as well

‘cos this silly poem has so much more
Than a weekly shop at your local store
You see, the items purchased each day
Were selected perfectly because of the way
The names of the vowels from a to e
Can be heard in each item specifically

Saus-A-ges

Cer-E-al

Rib-I-Steak

Daff-O-dills

Vol-U-vents

See, piece of cake

So let’s use poems to open our minds
To explore new directions and words of all kinds
Some silly, some funny but all the while
A poem should always make someone, somewhere, smile

Day 8

Children


I wrote this one a while ago but think its message is important so it’s being revisited for #NPoWriMo2018

Children don’t notice a difference,
Be you black, brown, yellow, pink or white
When does innocent child vision
Turn into judgemental adult sight?

Children don’t notice a difference,
Is it taught or is it naturally there?
Is it part of our natural progression
Or do we instill these behaviours and teach them to ‘care’?

Different skin
Different face
Different ways that we behave
Different beliefs
Different views
We can be different but still the same

Children don’t notice a difference,
We’re all friends and we choose to forgive
As adults we choose to hold grudges
Is really a nice way to live?

Children don’t notice a difference,
Life is simple, kind and gentle
I’m nice to you, and you’re nice to me
Its so easy to be non-judgemental

Different culture
Different race
Different ways to celebrate
Different gods
Different faith
We can be different but still the same.

Children don’t notice a difference,
My god is your god is no god too
They make friends because they like the same ice cream
Not through hatred of Muslims or Jews.

Children don’t notice a difference,
So why can’t we all be like them
Start holding your enemies closer
And helping the broken parts mend.

Different backgrounds
Different mums
Different places we call home
Different bodies
Different name
We can be different but still the same.

Let’s be the same.

Day 9

Empathy (to the tune of Tragedy by the BeeGees)

Here’s my life
It’s quirky, strange and slightly weird
Here is yours
There’s plenty things to be revered
Though I try
I just can’t see things through your eyes
I only seem to sympathise, analyse, but I realise I can’t empathise…

Empathy
I’ll be you and you be me
It’s Empathy
When someone tries to see through the other’s eyes
It’s hard to do
To think what’s it like
To be in my shoes

Empathy
When you’re feeling low, but you just can’t show
It’s Empathy
When you get it wrong where they’re coming from
It’s hard to do
To think what’s it like to be in my shoes

Night and day
I know you spare a thought for me
All I ask
Is you don’t turn it into pity
Feel my pain
And please don’t ask me to explain
I need you just to understand, understand, hold my hand, help me withstand…

Empathy
I’ll be you and you be me
It’s Empathy
When someone tries to see through the other’s eyes
It’s hard to do
To think what’s it like
To be in my shoes

Empathy
When you’re feeling low, but you just can’t show
It’s Empathy
When you get it wrong where they’re coming from
It’s hard to do
To think what’s it like to be in my shoes

Day 10

Traffic Jam

Traffic jam ahead
Going nowhere fast
Watching all the cars
Go the other way fast

Moving just an inch
Creeping forwards bit by bit
1st gear, now 2nd
Back to neutral, let’s just quit.

Now it’s traffic ligts
And guess what, they’re stuck on red
All these other cars
Sitting right ahead

So it won’t be me this time
When the lights change to green
I’ll have to stop again
No point being too keen.

Traffic jams are boring
Traffic jams are slow
Wait…looks like it’s clearing
GO GO GO!!

Day 11

Traffic Jam translation

For today, I took yesterday’s poem and translated it through various languages before bringing it back to English!

The languages we went through were:
English – French – German – Italian – Russian – English

Stopper
Go wherever you go
Look at all the cars
Go quickly in the opposite direction
Move only one centimeter
Crawl Gradually
1st report, now 2.
Going back to neutrality, forget it.

Now these are road signs
And guess what, I’m on the red frame.
All these other cars
Sitting directly in front of him

So this time I will not be
When the light turns green
I need to stop again.
There is no sense in being too bright.

Road Jams Bother
Slow stoppers
Wait … looks like compensation
Go ahead!

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