I'll Stop the World
Saturday, November 29, 2008
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Clams
Friday, November 28, 2008
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more triangles
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Half Sonnet: Dignity
I thought I’d lost my dignity
but then I spied it on the floor;
somewhere in between the overflowing
jam jar ashtrays and the
empty crisp packets.
So I folded it into a triangle
to keep in my pocket at all times.
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understanding cancer
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Learning a new language
500 per mm3
(0.5 x 109 /1)
neutropenia
neutrophil count
lymphocytes
platelets
chemo
radiotherapy
isolation
infected
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They're starting to take over!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Half +2: Sonnetalisation
I’ve been dreaming sonnetically again
and waking with sonneticisms.
Sonnetifying language is becoming
a daily contribution to sonnetification.
I have agonised over sonnetalisation
and am expecting to overcome this sonnetophilia
sometime and resume life as sonnetal.
I wouldn’t describe my previous state as sonnetophobic
but perhaps I was a sonnetaramus before.
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irony and ambiguity
Monday, November 24, 2008
I’m so excited.
He wants to spend Christmas with me
and my whole family.
We read the same books
and eat the same foods
and he’s taking me to Italy in March;
Amsterdam in May.
He’s so good for me
and I feel better now I have him.
Tonight’s our one month anniversary.
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Prose sonnet
Sunday, November 23, 2008
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on the street
Friday, November 21, 2008
On the Street
I can see him from the corner of my eye;
my next victim. He’s a smoker
and he pulls hard on a thin cigarette;
exhales and the purple plume unfurls
extending it’s tendrils across the street.
The night here is thankless.
His scrawny body leans against
a tree; the gnarled branches
hanging lifelessly down.
I’m stealthy in my approach;
showing my weapon to my victim;
though I sense his fear – “Salvation army”,
I say, holding my badge – “Come with me”.
I go to bed knowing I saved another life.
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and more thinking about Mat...
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Risky
Said you'd marry me at thirty;
we were only twenty-one and it seemed
that time would never come.
Then we lost Matt
to (sui)cider.
Watched as seagulls
dive-bombed his ashes;
apple shaped and milky in the tired sea.
Now you come to the pub
in your dressing-gown;
all drawling sentences and hands full of
nicotine scars
and I hate that you keep the worst part
of his memory alive.
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In rememberance
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Half sonnet + 2: Ashes
Birds fled past the tree tops and flooded the skies;
wingtips scraping the bloody clouds.
Under foot, the stones clattered
and crunched on the rocks.
We said our goodbyes and watched
your bones, now ashes,
colour the sea.
The clink of empty cider bottles
echoed our regret.
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Love sonnet
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
A Love Sonnet
I have photos of you
in every room
and your eyes
follow me about the house.
I think you would love me too
if only you would
talk
to me.
I love you
with all of my
OCD.
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glass
Monday, November 17, 2008
I'm still under the duvet watching ships and seagulls.
The only thing is you're missing and the bed's
grown silent. Isolation was a
choice. Solace in a voice to
cover my solecisms.
Solipsism
can be
lonely
but is
best
washed
down
with a cascade of ice
and soporific substances.
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memories
Sunday, November 16, 2008
We almost had a baby
Every September when
the sea gets warm
I see your face
and can smell the fire
we sat beside
drinking mushroom tea.
When we were twenty-one
and nothing mattered.
We said then that we knew
that scene would be etched
into our minds forever
We almost had a baby
And it's the one part
of you I don't hate.
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4 letter word...
Saturday, November 15, 2008
L = Loss
Your face screwed up when I told you I had
our baby.
You said you would run
away.
And I thought: so much for LOVE.
It was all my secret and then
there was nothing.
Blood and suction
was all that remained of
what I thought was LOVE.
You smoked in the car park with
my neurotic mother.
And didn't know that was the closest
you'd ever feel to LOVE.
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sentences without 't'
Friday, November 14, 2008
No ‘T’ in China
Walking in Spain’s hills
I spoke a word of silence.
Swimming French canals
I heard a crash of rainclouds.
Perusing an Afghan square
I found a discord in number.
Under Iran’s skies
I exposed an unheard lie.
A Russian sea froze my lips
and any speech from sliding.
In China I was hiding a
broken wing below a zephyr.
Reaching Beijing I eluded fire;
my consciousness like an island.
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Sonneticisms
Thursday, November 13, 2008
This is based on googlisms, which is a fantastic website for generation of ideas, wherein you can type in your word and find a selection of google definitions for that word! Some people even put their own names in there! I am a shipwreck apparently!! To check out Googlisms Click here
Sonneticisms
sonnet is not easy to follow
sonnet is a mystery
sonnet is over
sonnet is encrypted
sonnet is at poetryrepair shop
sonnet is love
sonnet is composed of all associated fibre optic and copper cables
sonnet is a specially designed package
sonnet is composed of 14 lines of poetry each line has five iambic feet
sonnet is unique among poetic forms in western literature
sonnet is derived from the Italian for "little song"
sonnet is a moment's monument
sonnet is due no later than Friday
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Bee's Birthday
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Bee’s Birthday
Autumn hits
winter
the day
rusts
leaves
behind
a few
words
that
make
this
sonnet
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visemes
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Confused visemes
Sixpence Sucks pens
Slim women Sleep with me
Colourful I love you
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Meeting Lee
Monday, November 10, 2008
Half sonnet -2: Voices of War
Met a man who killed a man.
He smoked Lambert and Butler
one after another after another.
Words came out like gunfire
cracking in distant hills.
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drinking
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Predictive text (when drunk)
Jess n are
riot led
innit got be
bak soo
brigtiriotertio
seein
what happens
in drunkan
very walk.
Lovean cabb
x
x
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ejective sibilance 2
Saturday, November 8, 2008
ejective sibilance 2
This occurrence of cadence
marks the confluence
of ejective sibilance
an inconsistency of decadence
in language rife with complexities.
Our acceptance of this
mixture of sounds is what
makes English a pleasure to analyse.
The coalescence of opposing
ejectives and sibilance could be described as
succulence of language.
There seems to be a standard
rule in order.
To break it is acidic.
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phoneme work
Friday, November 7, 2008
ejective sibilance
occurrence cadence
inconsistency decadence
acceptance
coalescence
succulence
acidic
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South Coast Road
Thursday, November 6, 2008
bus to beachy head
Killer day for a journey,
blade of sun on water,
slicing cold desire.
Knuckles white;
holding sweaty palms.
Glances to the
caustic sea.
The bus stops;
a
few
steps
and it’s over.
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5th November
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
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Ellipsis
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Ellipsis
I like people
falling short
of expectation.
I
dream
omission.
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Alphabet Soup
Monday, November 3, 2008
Devouring the vowels first;
the ‘O’ rolling around like honey.
‘E’ sweet and melting like candy floss.
But the ‘K’ has fricative corners;
sticking and poking
from the mouth.
Next the ‘S’ – soft, sweet, seductive
sliding inside one’s esophagus
in sibilance.
Glorious ‘G’ goads
guttural glottal inflections.
The spoon swoops
and swishes in search
of the ‘X’.
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Number 10
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Gargling with onomatopoeia,
the killer’s assonance wakes at dusk.
selective only in diction.
Acquiring admiration of alliteration, it
chooses enjambment as it’s weapon.
Stealthily, its broken rhymes are made
like those of a caped crusade
-er and ugh it mutters.
Too much thought about
technicality
Kills the poem
or the author?
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Dependence
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Quarter Sonnet: Dependence
The drain is filled
with blackened spoons;
another morning goes cold.
It looks like snow.
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