Dungeons and Dragons! #Napowrimo 20

I’m a rogue, I got charisma
and I’m neutrally aligned,
I’m rolling my initiative,
on platonic solid dice.

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Night, Fear and Fire – #NaPoWriMo 19

A man holds a bucket as he tries to extinguish a late night fire

Night, fear, and fire,
suffering and sin.
Creation myths
to keep us penned in.

Night, fear, and fire
in everyone’s mythology,
while we listen to the story,
do we see the symbology?

Suffering and sin
creates more of the same,
and we are bound to do it
in some god or other’s name.

Creation myths,
could push a sweeter story,
something more useful,
like finding grace and glory.

To keep us penned in,
words have been rewritten,
to shroud us in the bloodshed,
til we are totally sin-smitten.

Night, fear, and fire,
suffering and sin.
Creation myths
to keep us penned in.

Lisa Goodwin – April 19th 2017

People are Not a Commodity – #Napowrimo 18

Hello folks,

 

Last year, all the banks left Glastonbury High Street. Lloyds Bank, HSBC, Barclays, all abandoned the town. (‘Boo … or hooray!’ depending on your perspective.) A campaign by local residents and the Town Council, ‘The Last Bank Standing,’ did not convince the banks to stay, but it did attract the attention of Nationwide Building Society.

Personally, I think the local Credit Union is the best way to make money work for a community. However, Nationwide building society does not invest in war, nuclear, oil or gas, which is a bonus, and it makes them more ethical than the bag 6 Banks, and rather than investing in corporations, they invest in the community.

Divest from the big six and switch! That is something I can get behind.

Even better, Nationwide are supporting poetry with a ‘National Voices’ Campaign.  Hopefully, I will perform today’s poem – ‘People are not a Commodity’ in the Market Square on 27th April. Come down if you can, between midday and 4pm, some of the poets from the advert campaign will be there too. After the poetry takeaway event in Glastonbury, I will post the poem here.

Here it is …

People are Not a Commodity

Altogether, we are building society,
finding new ways to strengthen our community.
Common unity, with no rank or authority;
and while it seems like everybody
is competing in a competitive economy,
people are not a commodity.

Here, we are building bridges,
embracing so many faiths and religions.
and with all these different traditions,
we can’t afford to invest in divisions.
So it’s time to think about divesting,
and switching to something real,
something that we can believe in.

We are advocating unity in diversity,
but while we are celebrating this,
who is caring for the family,
who’s there for the young and the elderly?
Community despises isolation,
it comes alive with our participation.

Like birds of a feather,
it works when we all work together.
So let’s take part, let’s take the time
to meet one another, eye to eye
take a moment to share a smile,
and call on your mates once in a while.

We all need a place to belong,
a place where we don’t feel alone,
everyone wants a welcome home,
so let’s cheer one another on.
That’s how a community remains strong.

Nocturnal Nostalgia – #Napowrimo 17

This is really rough and will be reworked – The NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a nocturne.

I can’t sleep
at mother’s house
yet
light fades,
gives way to night.
Curtains cotton thin,
let the light in,
clock ticks too loud.
Time passes.

I come to visit,
shaded memories,
like a Pixar movie,
they come to life
when you go to bed.
There in the corner,
a wall of VHS,
dusted and grainy
a monumental waste,
a taste of remembrance
of shared time,
how fast
Time passes.

There in the shadow,
a dictionary
old words,
I used to search for
lost to us by now,
replaced with cyber references
you don’t understand.
Heavy gardening manuals,
decoupage and macrame books,
used before your fingers
were too artheritic
to tie knots.
Time passes.

That candlestick,
a Christmas gift,
the one I made
for you in 1986.
Azure glass glaze,
my fingerprints remain
forever in the clay
traces of a teenager,
in remembrance.
Time passes.

Remember when
I had that party
and the neighbor
grassed on me
You didn’t like her,
you miss her
now she’s gone.
Time passes.

Vinyl, you kept
only the best ones,
when grandma’s
sideboard got sold,
the best of Elvis,
Julio Iglesias and Demis Roussos,
A box of shot glasses,
wrapped in newspaper in 2001.
Time passes.

Souvenirs on souvenirs
surround you,
trinkets of a time
before old age
slowed you down.
Reminders of a time
when you
were strong
and had a sense
of belonging.
Time passes.

Somewhere – #Napowrimo 15

refugee sillouette

In the terror of a war zone,
somewhere
in the middle of no-where,
a long way from home

there’s a place for us

Life is bought and sold,
somewhere
in the middle of no-where,
fear lies down with hope

there’s a place for us

A place we can thrive in,
somewhere
in the middle of no-where,
there on the horizon

there’s a place for us

People floating in the ocean,
somewhere
in the middle of no-where,
don’t forget to pay the boatman.

There’s a place for us.

Holy Friday Clerihews – #Napowrimo 14

Jesus, when nailed to a cross,
really thought that all was lost,
then he was resurrected,
wow, that was unexpected.

Dearest Mary Magdalene,
history dressed her up like a sin,
but there’s hardly any mention
of her Holy redemption.

That Judas Iscariot,
sub-proletariat,
once despised as heretical,
yet described as His ‘best apostle’.

 
Apostle Peter thrice denied
Christ, and he clearly lied,
but Jesus knew he never meant it,
because he hastily repented.

Why is today
considered ‘Good’ Friday,
when there was such a terrible fuss
about the matter of the crux?

Raising a Glass – #Napowrimo 11

GlassHalfFull-1

When the glass is half empty we look at the lack,
and stack all our issues in nothingness,
wondering why it can’t be three-quarters full.
We focus ourselves on the little that’s left
on the fullness we expected, leaving ourselves
with no way for our cup to spill over.

Remember the glass is refillable.

When the glass is half full we look at the blessings
ignoring the emptyness looming above,
console ourselves with the fact
that we think we might have enough.
This important lesson
just a shift in our thinking, but
whether half empty or half full,
the container remains wanting.

Remember the glass is refillable.

To relieve the pressure
of having too much or not enough,
I raise a glass to you,
and wish for the fullness of life to renew
your sense of satisfaction and I drink again
to the fullness of emptyness dancing.

Remember the glass is refillable.

 

Today’s prompt from Napowrimo –

our (optional) prompt for the day: the Bop. The invention of poet Afaa Michael Weaver, the Bop is a kind of combination sonnet + song. Like a Shakespearan sonnet, it introduces, discusses, and then solves (or fails to solve) a problem. Like a song, it relies on refrains and repetition. In the basic Bop poem, a six-line stanza introduces the problem, and is followed by a one-line refrain. The next, eight-line stanza discusses and develops the problem, and is again followed by the one-line refrain. Then, another six-line stanza resolves or concludes the problem, and is again followed by the refrain. Here’s an example of a Bop poem written by Weaver, and here’s another by the poet Ravi Shankar.

Happy writing!