NaPoWriMo 2013 #6 Requiem or Not?

REQUIEM OR NOT?

 

 

Farewell to you whom I once loved

Good-Bye to one that has been shoved

From down below to up above,

Farewell to you whom I once loved.

 

When everything is said and done

The happy one you will become.

Hence, dark to light you will be from,

When everything is said and done.

 

It hurts me more than it does you

To move you out as I must do

I question if you realize, too,

It hurts me more than it does you.

 

The pain, it’s going down my spine,

But just remember you were mine

When gone you are this final time.

The pain it’s going down my spine.

 

I told you when the weather warmed

I told you when the bees had swarmed

A lovely yard sale would be formed.

I told you when the weather warmed.

 

You see?  They’re here, their eyes delight

When they look up and in their sight

Is you!  The wondrous, magic kite!

You see?  They’re here, their eyes delight!

 

Six houses down, I’ll see you fly

And children looking to the sky!

Just wave to me as you go by.

Six houses down, I’ll see you fly.

 

And richer by a buck I’ll be

I really need the space you see

So I can buy more things for me.

And richer by a buck I’ll be.

 

Unless of course I change my mind

And want to fly you one more time

What do I care for 10 times dime?

Unless, of course, I change my mind.

 

I run with you across the field.

This is so fun that I’ll not yield

This ball of string that I do wield.

I run with you across the field.

NaPoWriMo 2013 #4 – Frank expression of Views

Frank, staring at the floor of the train

was trying to listen to the refrain

that insisted on coming from his brain

(well, the part that did remain)

Clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack

Frank was thinking how to reply

to the lady beside him who had caught his eye.

Without her he knew that he would probably die.

But agree with her?  No, he would not even try.

Clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack

He knew that his brain had a serious defect.

The switch from his brain to his mouth was not perfect

and would stay “on” and the mouth would then eject

and spew out  the views that he knew she would reject

Clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack

So silent, Frank stared at his little train token

ignoring the woman who just had awoken

Franks horrid views that had to be spoken

from his brain to his mouth whose switch had been broken

Clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack

NaPoWriMo2013#3 Shanty time

I went off as a lad for riches and fame.

I left my wee lass ‘for she took my name.

Years later I came back to see her the same.

And told her I had to go sailin’ again.

 

When I left I could see her awavin’ at me

and she called to come back but it just couldn’t be.

 

I fought pirates and soldiers until they were dead.

I loved lots o’ harlets and jumped in their bed.

Sailed back to me poor lass in hanky so red

and the sweet little lass she did see I was fed.

 

When I left I could see her awavin’ at me

and she called to come back but it just couldn’t be.

 

Years passed and I grew old my hair turnin’ white.

I was missin’ my wee lass like she was my light.

So I sailed back to lassie ‘cause I knew it was right

and I loved her all morning and all through the night.

 

When I left I could see her awavin’ at me

and she called to come back but it just couldn’t be.

 

I vowed to meself that I’d come back and stay.

I would find all the riches where they all did lay.

I did and I found more and sailed back that day

but a storm took our ship as the wind crossed our way.

 

When we sank I could see her awavin’ at me

And she called to come back but it just couldn’t be.

NaPoWriMo2013#2

The black snowflakes come down from the green sky

looking for all the world to be solid pieces of ink blown

sideways by the wind that freezes in one place and the snowflakes

flow down as liquid

digging holes in the soft earth making the barns and houses

slide up the hills to cover the horses who scream and run backwards under the black mess.

Saving the world, I run out of my upside-down cave and through the stone wall

that lies sideways on the ground and grab my shovel with no handle and slowly

walk to the bottom of the hill and insert the drainpipe so the horses

slide through and pop out as bubbles to float to the top of the sky and away

to better and cleaner places.

Satisfied, I run my way home, put away my shovel jumping over the wall to

take my cozy nap in the fireplace.

NaPoWriMo2013#1

Cleaning out the barn on a windy day that requires gloves and coat
Making it difficult to pick up dropped screws, nails and tacks.
So quiet but the wind outside rattling the large sliding doors
The smell of ghosts of horses that lived here before me
Climbing steep steps to scare Mrs. Mouse hiding in the bubble wrap
Pushing things aside that make memories flood down my throat
Good and bad slowing me down until the sun setting makes it hard
To see that I haven’t accomplished much except make a path through the dust.