Head of steel
Body of wood
King of the forest
Fells the trees
Who pledge loyalty
A body of wood
Doesn't make a tree
The trees see
A body of wood
They support
They submit
To the King of the Forest
A royal puppet
To the hand
Which profits
Wednesday, 8 December 2021
Thursday, 19 August 2021
The Tantalean Fate
Exam season, study all day
Get them over with.Spend the time online.
Router dies.
The fruits of the tree,
Moved out of reach.
18th birthday, new PC.
Get the new games.
More exams on the way.
Need to revise.
Despite it being Christmas break.
Get them done, Time to play.
Video driver breaks.
The pool receded,
Before I could drink.
Summer's on the way.
Time to celebrate,
Before we all part ways.
Next step starts too soon.
No chance of summer holiday.
The fruits of the tree,
Moved out of reach.
Six years pass.
Go to university.
Enjoy life for once.
Parties and socials.
Taken away,
By a viral outbreak.
The pool receded,
Before I could drink
What is happening?
Is this punishment?
Like that of Tantalus?
The fruits of the tree,
Moved out of reach,
The pool receded,
Before I could drink.
I didn't eat anybody.
Thursday, 20 May 2021
End of an Era
Assignments done.
Finished with uni
Waiting the degree.
Time to kick back
Time to party,
But there's nobody.
Pubs are shut,
Classmates remote,
Tired of Zoom.
A virtual social
No takers.
Just a cheeky Domino's,
And a bottle of wine
To drown my sorrows.
Pubs re-opened.
Seeing photos.
Getting FOMO.
Is this it?
Three years,
And no farewell?
What next?
Tuesday, 27 April 2021
In My Own Words
Lazy cynic,
Misanthropic,
Hedonistic,
and Neurotic,
Neutral Chaotic,
Rebellious frantic,
Hopeless romantic,
Slightly pedantic.
Misanthropic,
Hedonistic,
and Neurotic,
Neutral Chaotic,
Rebellious frantic,
Hopeless romantic,
Slightly pedantic.
Monday, 19 April 2021
Imprisoned
Trapped in eternal cycle
Taxes, rent, bills
Not even food
No escape
No break
No hope
Demands of others
All the time
Work is prison
Taxes, rent, bills
Not even food
No escape
No break
No hope
Demands of others
All the time
Work is prison
(Image credit to William Hogarth)
Sunday, 11 April 2021
Lockdown Easter
Easter Sunday
During Plague
Just a day.
Time is vague
Working at home
Not The Hague
My mind will roam
More creative ideas
Enough to fill a tome
I'll sink back a few beers
Folks on the Wagon
For months or maybe years
Maybe I'll slay a dragon
I thirst for another flagon
During Plague
Just a day.
Time is vague
Working at home
Not The Hague
My mind will roam
More creative ideas
Enough to fill a tome
I'll sink back a few beers
Folks on the Wagon
For months or maybe years
Maybe I'll slay a dragon
I thirst for another flagon
Sunday, 4 April 2021
Quarantine
Back at The Shire
Hiding from the Plague
Projects are due
Not for a while
Video gaming
Retro style
Nothing much to do
Role-play on Discord
Pickle myself
For the great beyond
Folks are on the wagon
Dryer than a powder horn
None of that bollocks
I'll honour Bacchus
Sunday, 28 March 2021
Sinking Back
I was a junkie
Five years clean
Then, relapse
Old addictions
Need my fix
Every Day
Can't get it,
Withdrawal
Cold Turkey
It's vicious,
Candy Crush
Five years clean
Then, relapse
Old addictions
Need my fix
Every Day
Can't get it,
Withdrawal
Cold Turkey
It's vicious,
Candy Crush
Friday, 26 March 2021
Covid! Oh Covid!
Covid! Oh Covid!
I hate you! You prick!
2020 can suck my well-beaten dick.
If only I could
Have pub trips or parties.
Covid! Oh Covid!
My world you did seize.
Done little but eat,
Drink lots, game and sleep,
Curse the hypocrisy
Of the clapping sheep,
Arrange virtual events
That don't go ahead.
I feel invisible,
Just tweeting in bed.
Covid! Oh Covid!
You're on my shit list.
You'll regret the day,
That you chose to exist.
If this vaccine would work.
And this year won't stick
Covid! Oh Covid!
I hate you! You prick!
I hate you! You prick!
2020 can suck my well-beaten dick.
If only I could
Have pub trips or parties.
Covid! Oh Covid!
My world you did seize.
Done little but eat,
Drink lots, game and sleep,
Curse the hypocrisy
Of the clapping sheep,
Arrange virtual events
That don't go ahead.
I feel invisible,
Just tweeting in bed.
Covid! Oh Covid!
You're on my shit list.
You'll regret the day,
That you chose to exist.
If this vaccine would work.
And this year won't stick
Covid! Oh Covid!
I hate you! You prick!
(Special thanks to Jack Prelutsky)
Thursday, 25 March 2021
The 2010s
Stress of revision
A Levels and GCSEs
Eton posh boys
Hiking up tuition fees
The Mayans claimed
The would would end
A weight off my mind
Forced to grow up
By a cabal of sadists
Those exams meant nothing
Apprenticeships that pay pennies
Unreliable, overpriced public transport
Makes cars mandatory
Work is far away
And what is work?
Making someone else rich
Slavery by another name
I want to make art
But that doesn't pay
So I needed a job
Jobs get in the way
Houses are costly
Even to rent
So, in the 2020s
Fuck the establishment.
A Levels and GCSEs
Eton posh boys
Hiking up tuition fees
The Mayans claimed
The would would end
A weight off my mind
Forced to grow up
By a cabal of sadists
Those exams meant nothing
Apprenticeships that pay pennies
Unreliable, overpriced public transport
Makes cars mandatory
Work is far away
And what is work?
Making someone else rich
Slavery by another name
I want to make art
But that doesn't pay
So I needed a job
Jobs get in the way
Houses are costly
Even to rent
So, in the 2020s
Fuck the establishment.
Wednesday, 24 March 2021
Strict Form or Free Verse?
Should my work be strict form or free?
Strict form; gives me guidelines.
Free verse; more emotion for me,
Without strict form's confines.
With free verse,
The emotion flows.
But it isn't always free.
It can drift,
into strict form.
So I prefer strict form,
I know what to work with
But emotion's lukewarm
I'll say it herewith;
I'm a wordsmith.
My strict form should be free
Yet my free form is too strict.
Why not both?
Signing off the month
Farewell,
Au revoir
Arrivederci
Adios
But I hate to say goodbye
So I'll say Auf Wiedersehen.
30 poems for 30 days
Maybe I'll try again next year.
Free verse; more emotion for me,
Without strict form's confines.
With free verse,
The emotion flows.
But it isn't always free.
It can drift,
into strict form.
So I prefer strict form,
I know what to work with
But emotion's lukewarm
I'll say it herewith;
I'm a wordsmith.
My strict form should be free
Yet my free form is too strict.
Why not both?
Signing off the month
Farewell,
Au revoir
Arrivederci
Adios
But I hate to say goodbye
So I'll say Auf Wiedersehen.
30 poems for 30 days
Maybe I'll try again next year.
Tuesday, 23 March 2021
NaPoWriMo: The Penultimate Poem
The penultimate poem:
What to do?
A hindmost haiku?
A terminal triolet?
The remotest rondeau?
I don't know.
The farthest free-verse?
A succeeding sestina?
The lowermost limerick?
Nothing seems to stick.
A closing cynghanedd?
An eventual elegy?
The rearmost ruba'i?
No idea, guess I'll die.
Maybe a mix of forms
Both strict and free,
That will serve
As a grand finale.
What to do?
A hindmost haiku?
A terminal triolet?
The remotest rondeau?
I don't know.
The farthest free-verse?
A succeeding sestina?
The lowermost limerick?
Nothing seems to stick.
A closing cynghanedd?
An eventual elegy?
The rearmost ruba'i?
No idea, guess I'll die.
Maybe a mix of forms
Both strict and free,
That will serve
As a grand finale.
Monday, 22 March 2021
The Third Term
The holiday's ending.
Deadlines looming.
Assignments pending.
Coffee consuming.
My hair is tearing.
Insomnia blooming.
A lot of swearing,
and some crying.
Reminders blaring.
Submission's terrifying:
Always wondering,
References complying?
Plenty of pondering,
If I'm just blundering.
Deadlines looming.
Assignments pending.
Coffee consuming.
My hair is tearing.
Insomnia blooming.
A lot of swearing,
and some crying.
Reminders blaring.
Submission's terrifying:
Always wondering,
References complying?
Plenty of pondering,
If I'm just blundering.
Sunday, 21 March 2021
King for a Day
If I was a king,
Just for a day
Parliament would be abolished,
To be started anew.
Four-day work weeks
Nationalised public services
Return of university grants
Abolish exams
That'll get the youth vote
But most of the day
will likely be spent
on a farcical aquatic ceremony.
Just for a day
Parliament would be abolished,
To be started anew.
Four-day work weeks
Nationalised public services
Return of university grants
Abolish exams
That'll get the youth vote
But most of the day
will likely be spent
on a farcical aquatic ceremony.
Saturday, 20 March 2021
Retro Gaming
Got a brand new console
A Super Nintendo MiniA nostalgia trip to indulge
My quarter-life crisis
Super Mario World
Running, jumping,
riding, flying
Falling, dying.
Fuck!
A Link to the Past
Adventure, fantasy
Swords and magic
That constant ringing
The giant hands.
Bollocks!
Castlevania IV
Haunting and creepy
Fighting monsters
Rotating platforms
Knock-back
Cock it!
Retro gaming
Fun times
Fun memories
Fun challenge
But also
Frustrating as hell.
Friday, 19 March 2021
Living Free
Work sucks
I've said it
Many times
Nine to five
Monday to Friday
Not enough time off
Maybe less soon
Slavery by another name
Fuck it.
Someone said life
is "all work and no play"
But avoids that,
and profits from it
I'd rather live life
Fast but free
Work isn't life
Without it,
I have the time
to sleep and read
The pursuit of art
Wine, women, and song.
I got my break,
But I know many
Who didn't.
I've said it
Many times
Nine to five
Monday to Friday
Not enough time off
Maybe less soon
Slavery by another name
Fuck it.
Someone said life
is "all work and no play"
But avoids that,
and profits from it
I'd rather live life
Fast but free
Work isn't life
Without it,
I have the time
to sleep and read
The pursuit of art
Wine, women, and song.
I got my break,
But I know many
Who didn't.
Thursday, 18 March 2021
I Should Be Writing
I should be writing, but I have work in the morning
I should be writing, but I’m feeling numb from the past week
I should be writing, but I’ve got the lurgi
I should be writing, but I need some coffee first
I should be writing, but I can’t concentrate when I’m expecting a call
I should be writing, but the kitchen’s a mess
I should be writing, but these video games aren’t going to play themselves
I should be writing, but I’ll check Twitter first
I should be writing, but I can’t find the right music
I should be writing, but I fancy a trip to the pub
I should be writing, but I want to watch this film
I should be writing, but Only Connect’s on tonight
I should be writing, but I got hooked on the latest Netflix show
I should be writing, but there’s a wasp in my room
I should be writing, but the cat’s sleeping on my laptop (and I don’t have a cat)
I should be writing, but the bank’s being robbed
I should be writing, but there’s a demon possessing my house
I should be writing, but there’s a zombie apocalypse
I should be writing, but I’m going to Mars next week
I should be writing, but I keep making excuses
I shouldn’t “should be writing”, I should be “wanting to write”
I want to write, but I have work in the morning…
I should be writing, but I’m feeling numb from the past week
I should be writing, but I’ve got the lurgi
I should be writing, but I need some coffee first
I should be writing, but I can’t concentrate when I’m expecting a call
I should be writing, but the kitchen’s a mess
I should be writing, but these video games aren’t going to play themselves
I should be writing, but I’ll check Twitter first
I should be writing, but I can’t find the right music
I should be writing, but I fancy a trip to the pub
I should be writing, but I want to watch this film
I should be writing, but Only Connect’s on tonight
I should be writing, but I got hooked on the latest Netflix show
I should be writing, but there’s a wasp in my room
I should be writing, but the cat’s sleeping on my laptop (and I don’t have a cat)
I should be writing, but the bank’s being robbed
I should be writing, but there’s a demon possessing my house
I should be writing, but there’s a zombie apocalypse
I should be writing, but I’m going to Mars next week
I should be writing, but I keep making excuses
I shouldn’t “should be writing”, I should be “wanting to write”
I want to write, but I have work in the morning…
Wednesday, 17 March 2021
Silent Crowds
A crowd gathers to see the King’s Power
Cars parked on pavements for miles
As if a match starts within the hour
Such an occasion would be filled with smiles
Wanting to see their favourite teams win
And concluding with a night on the tiles
But today the atmosphere is thin
It’s not one of fun, that’s for sure
These are tributes which are pouring in
The crowd forgoes the usual furore
To honour a memory which shall endure
Cars parked on pavements for miles
As if a match starts within the hour
Such an occasion would be filled with smiles
Wanting to see their favourite teams win
And concluding with a night on the tiles
But today the atmosphere is thin
It’s not one of fun, that’s for sure
These are tributes which are pouring in
The crowd forgoes the usual furore
To honour a memory which shall endure
Tuesday, 16 March 2021
Demon Fencing
Up on Sunday, but not for Church
No jarring organ chords
My craziest act for research;
I get to play with swords.
Walking up to the Watershed
Heading across the Soar
Wrestling the tight mask on head
I have come back for more.
Warm-up first, and then it’s “En guarde!”
Usually with Epee
Parry, riposte, and go in hard
First to five wins the day
I want to try sabre, foil too
Even if I don’t win
Just try them all and even you
Will feel like Errol Flynn
The Halloween social’s tonight
Never one to be missed
But my costume doesn’t seem right
Who cares? I’ll still get pissed!
There is a rowing club as well
To perhaps try new ploys
A boarding action would be swell
Against Oxbridge Posh Boys
Last orders, and I’m calling time
But there is just one catch;
That I did not compose this rhyme
During a fencing match
No jarring organ chords
My craziest act for research;
I get to play with swords.
Walking up to the Watershed
Heading across the Soar
Wrestling the tight mask on head
I have come back for more.
Warm-up first, and then it’s “En guarde!”
Usually with Epee
Parry, riposte, and go in hard
First to five wins the day
I want to try sabre, foil too
Even if I don’t win
Just try them all and even you
Will feel like Errol Flynn
The Halloween social’s tonight
Never one to be missed
But my costume doesn’t seem right
Who cares? I’ll still get pissed!
There is a rowing club as well
To perhaps try new ploys
A boarding action would be swell
Against Oxbridge Posh Boys
Last orders, and I’m calling time
But there is just one catch;
That I did not compose this rhyme
During a fencing match
Monday, 15 March 2021
Stuck Behind a Sheep
Creativity lies on the road ahead
Yet work makes me feel dead
A sheep wanders in front of the car
No way past it, I won't get far
The longer I have to wait
The more it'll make me hate
I'm having to go to work every day
Denying expression in every way
Companies loathe art, they want sheep
Numbing routines which they can keep
They think wages can fill the trough
I want to write, so they can fuck off.
Yet work makes me feel dead
A sheep wanders in front of the car
No way past it, I won't get far
The longer I have to wait
The more it'll make me hate
I'm having to go to work every day
Denying expression in every way
Companies loathe art, they want sheep
Numbing routines which they can keep
They think wages can fill the trough
I want to write, so they can fuck off.
Sunday, 14 March 2021
Something Came Up
My writers' group is meeting tonight
Do you want a lift?
If one's on offer.
I'm about ready to go.
Sorry, I forgot.
Something came up.
I'm meeting my friends in the pub
I'll make tea before you go
I'm off now.
I'm sorry, I forgot to make tea
Something came up
I'm going back on Tuesday
I'll take you down
Ready to go?
Sorry, something's come up
As always.
Workaholics are unreliable.
At least you didn't promise.
Can't break it if you don't make it.
If you did,
I'd send you to where you belong;
Westminster.
Do you want a lift?
If one's on offer.
I'm about ready to go.
Sorry, I forgot.
Something came up.
I'm meeting my friends in the pub
I'll make tea before you go
I'm off now.
I'm sorry, I forgot to make tea
Something came up
I'm going back on Tuesday
I'll take you down
Ready to go?
Sorry, something's come up
As always.
Workaholics are unreliable.
At least you didn't promise.
Can't break it if you don't make it.
If you did,
I'd send you to where you belong;
Westminster.
Saturday, 13 March 2021
Long Weekends
Good Friday
Four Day Weekend
About bloody time
I hate five day weeks
No writing days
No holidays
Not since Christmas
I don't feel like writing
I just want to sleep
Or get drunk
I have no plans
But I dread Tuesday
The Monday-est Tuesday
Having to work again
Four Day Weekend
About bloody time
I hate five day weeks
No writing days
No holidays
Not since Christmas
I don't feel like writing
I just want to sleep
Or get drunk
I have no plans
But I dread Tuesday
The Monday-est Tuesday
Having to work again
Friday, 12 March 2021
Why do I Write?
I write to hide, escape, withdraw,
From laws that are bought and paid for
To leave mankind to its folly
I find it too melancholy
In my mind, I am an outlaw
I piece stories like a jigsaw
In a world where I can be sure
And life can be much more jolly
I write to hide
The world cuts through with a chainsaw
Money, the common devil’s claw
The demand pricks like a holly
Taxes and bills fire their volley
I’m staring down the gaping maw
I write to hide
From laws that are bought and paid for
To leave mankind to its folly
I find it too melancholy
In my mind, I am an outlaw
I piece stories like a jigsaw
In a world where I can be sure
And life can be much more jolly
I write to hide
The world cuts through with a chainsaw
Money, the common devil’s claw
The demand pricks like a holly
Taxes and bills fire their volley
I’m staring down the gaping maw
I write to hide
Thursday, 11 March 2021
Wednesday, 10 March 2021
Nine to Five Life
Dolly Parton summed it up best.
All taking and no giving.
Wake up at the crack of dawn.
But it's cold, and the bed's warm.
Only time for one coffee.
Got to get on the road.
Work is two towns over.
Waiting in traffic for an hour.
All at some dreary office.
Vague mission statements.
Counter-productive procedures.
Managers between extremes;
Neglectful, or overbearing.
Lots of work to do,
But it makes little sense.
And it's a never-ending process.
The phone's always ringing.
Especially at lunchtime.
Or at home time.
Always sales callers. Vultures.
Violating the right to disconnect.
Closing time. The same traffic.
Can't be bothered cooking.
Don't want to do anything.
Can't get to sleep.
I have to be up again.
Friday night. I need a drink.
Saturday morning. I'm up early.
But I wanted to sleep in.
I could write, but I feel so numb.
Repeat. For the next two score years.
This isn't my career. I don't have kids.
All I'm doing is making a living.
If "That's life", I don't think much of it.
In fact, I reject it.
All taking and no giving.
Wake up at the crack of dawn.
But it's cold, and the bed's warm.
Only time for one coffee.
Got to get on the road.
Work is two towns over.
Waiting in traffic for an hour.
All at some dreary office.
Vague mission statements.
Counter-productive procedures.
Managers between extremes;
Neglectful, or overbearing.
Lots of work to do,
But it makes little sense.
And it's a never-ending process.
The phone's always ringing.
Especially at lunchtime.
Or at home time.
Always sales callers. Vultures.
Violating the right to disconnect.
Closing time. The same traffic.
Can't be bothered cooking.
Don't want to do anything.
Can't get to sleep.
I have to be up again.
Friday night. I need a drink.
Saturday morning. I'm up early.
But I wanted to sleep in.
I could write, but I feel so numb.
Repeat. For the next two score years.
This isn't my career. I don't have kids.
All I'm doing is making a living.
If "That's life", I don't think much of it.
In fact, I reject it.
Tuesday, 9 March 2021
The Halfway Point
30 days. 30 Poems.
It's the Ides of the month.
The halfway point.
Midway, Mezzo, Median.
Smack in the middle.
Betwixt and between.
Inspiration stemming
from anywhere.
Works-in-progress.
Hobbies and interests.
Rhythmic rants.
Introspection.
Speculation.
Even potatoes.
15 days. 15 poems.
15 more.
It's the Ides of the month.
The halfway point.
Midway, Mezzo, Median.
Smack in the middle.
Betwixt and between.
Inspiration stemming
from anywhere.
Works-in-progress.
Hobbies and interests.
Rhythmic rants.
Introspection.
Speculation.
Even potatoes.
15 days. 15 poems.
15 more.
Monday, 8 March 2021
Hunting the Warlock
Gamebooks.
A strange form;
An adventure, but
You're the hero
Needs dice.
And pens,
Or Excel.
Roll your stats.
Not great.
Struggled to kill
a single orc.
Take Two
Better stats.
Reached the maze
Spent all day there
And the final boss.
Found the weakness
Beat him.
But no treasure
Not enough keys.
Mapping is a pain.
That bloody maze.
A strange form;
An adventure, but
You're the hero
Needs dice.
And pens,
Or Excel.
Roll your stats.
Not great.
Struggled to kill
a single orc.
Take Two
Better stats.
Reached the maze
Spent all day there
And the final boss.
Found the weakness
Beat him.
But no treasure
Not enough keys.
Mapping is a pain.
That bloody maze.
Sunday, 7 March 2021
A Soulless Place
At this office, I’m just a gear
Waiting to leave at five.
I’d rather drown in beer.
I lost interest after a year.
I don't even feel alive.
At this office, I’m just a gear.
I’d rather be anywhere but here,
Even if the place is a dive.
I’d rather drown in beer.
I’m unmotivated, if that’s not clear.
Waiting for payday to arrive.
At this office, I’m just a gear.
I’d like some holiday cheer,
Not to wake up or drive,
I’d rather drown in beer.
I might be fired, but I have no fear
If I leave soon, I could better strive.
At this office, I’m just a gear.
I’d rather drown in beer.
Waiting to leave at five.
I’d rather drown in beer.
I lost interest after a year.
I don't even feel alive.
At this office, I’m just a gear.
I’d rather be anywhere but here,
Even if the place is a dive.
I’d rather drown in beer.
I’m unmotivated, if that’s not clear.
Waiting for payday to arrive.
At this office, I’m just a gear.
I’d like some holiday cheer,
Not to wake up or drive,
I’d rather drown in beer.
I might be fired, but I have no fear
If I leave soon, I could better strive.
At this office, I’m just a gear.
I’d rather drown in beer.
Saturday, 6 March 2021
Shout Louder
The world's changing
Climates are shifting
Governments
They're not listening
You don't have a vote
No chance of a say
Life is unfair,
But that doesn't mean,
You should take it.
Break the rules.
Skip school,
Join a march today
You know what they'll say
"Truancy's an offence."
"Think about your future."
"You need education."
Then we're offensive.
There's no future to be had.
Education, not indoctrination.
It's the holidays.
Now they're ignoring you.
As are the BBC.
They want drones.
"Pass your exams."
They're a lie.
They mean little,
In the long run.
Youth need self-direction
Not conformity.
Not tradition.
This is self-direction.
Governments
They're not listening
You don't have a vote
No chance of a say
Life is unfair,
But that doesn't mean,
You should take it.
Break the rules.
Skip school,
Join a march today
You know what they'll say
"Truancy's an offence."
"Think about your future."
"You need education."
Then we're offensive.
There's no future to be had.
Education, not indoctrination.
It's the holidays.
Now they're ignoring you.
As are the BBC.
They want drones.
"Pass your exams."
They're a lie.
They mean little,
In the long run.
Youth need self-direction
Not conformity.
Not tradition.
This is self-direction.
Friday, 5 March 2021
Going Home
Home for the Easter break.
"Fuck off tea"; our name for steak,
With an indulgent booze intake.
A hearty welcome for this old rake.
I missed at university:
Hot baths, coffee, milk in tea,
Nice cheeses, like a good brie,
A fine wine, or three.
But here there's sod-all to do,
Catch up with the old crew?
Go out for a pint or two?
They're working. They all grew.
Soon I'll hit the road again
Grab my hat and my pen
Phone chats every now and then
But I'll pop in anywhen.
"Fuck off tea"; our name for steak,
With an indulgent booze intake.
A hearty welcome for this old rake.
I missed at university:
Hot baths, coffee, milk in tea,
Nice cheeses, like a good brie,
A fine wine, or three.
But here there's sod-all to do,
Catch up with the old crew?
Go out for a pint or two?
They're working. They all grew.
Soon I'll hit the road again
Grab my hat and my pen
Phone chats every now and then
But I'll pop in anywhen.
Thursday, 4 March 2021
One More Level
Beat the first world
How long did it take?
I've just started.
One more level.
My legs are stiff
I need to stretch
But I love this segment.
One more level.
Cup of tea on the side
It's gone cold
Is that the phone?
Probably telesales.
One more level.
I glimpse the window
It's night time
I haven't had lunch!
Oh well,
One more level.
I had some work
to do. I'll get right
on that. But first,
One more level.
The sun rises
"You're up early".
It's morning?
I haven't slept!
One more level.
I think I need help.
I can't stop playing.
I love this game.
Just...one...
more...level.
How long did it take?
I've just started.
One more level.
My legs are stiff
I need to stretch
But I love this segment.
One more level.
Cup of tea on the side
It's gone cold
Is that the phone?
Probably telesales.
One more level.
I glimpse the window
It's night time
I haven't had lunch!
Oh well,
One more level.
I had some work
to do. I'll get right
on that. But first,
One more level.
The sun rises
"You're up early".
It's morning?
I haven't slept!
One more level.
I think I need help.
I can't stop playing.
I love this game.
Just...one...
more...level.
Wednesday, 3 March 2021
Nostalgia Trip
Home for the Easter break,
I found my old Game Boy.
Nostalgia there to slake,
home for the Easter break.
Retro gaming's a ball-ache,
but can also bring joy.
Home for the Easter break,
I found my old Game Boy!
Nostalgia there to slake,
home for the Easter break.
Retro gaming's a ball-ache,
but can also bring joy.
Home for the Easter break,
I found my old Game Boy!
Tuesday, 2 March 2021
Rastafarian Potatoes
Cooking tonight
Baked potatoes
Got a whole sack
Bought from a farm
Been kicking around
They're sprouting now
They look like dreads
Better shave them
Might keep one
Make some art
"Rastafarian Potatoes"
Or maybe not
They're still edible
And I'm not in art class
Baked potatoes
Got a whole sack
Bought from a farm
Been kicking around
They're sprouting now
They look like dreads
Better shave them
Might keep one
Make some art
"Rastafarian Potatoes"
Or maybe not
They're still edible
And I'm not in art class
Monday, 1 March 2021
Exams
Exams:
What was the point?
The timing.
It's the holidays
I'd like a holiday
Not spent studying
The pressure.
Always looming
The need to revise
Taking notes
Mock tests
My head's spinning
I need a break!
The day of.
Open the paper
What was that again?
I didn't learn this!
Get me out of here!
Aftermath
Don't know how it went
Good, bad.
Now what?
Get a job.
Didn't use what's learned.
Vectors? Parametrics?
I'm an accountant.
I didn't need this.
Work for a spell.
Look back.
Too much study,
No time for much else.
Now it's just work
What was the point?
What was the point?
The timing.
It's the holidays
I'd like a holiday
Not spent studying
The pressure.
Always looming
The need to revise
Taking notes
Mock tests
My head's spinning
I need a break!
The day of.
Open the paper
What was that again?
I didn't learn this!
Get me out of here!
Aftermath
Don't know how it went
Good, bad.
Now what?
Get a job.
Didn't use what's learned.
Vectors? Parametrics?
I'm an accountant.
I didn't need this.
Work for a spell.
Look back.
Too much study,
No time for much else.
Now it's just work
What was the point?
Sunday, 28 February 2021
Gentlemen of Fortune
Kestrel.
A Cornish rake.
Suave,
Brash.
A scoundrel with a heart.
A Gentleman of Fortune.
Scar.
An Antiguan bravo.
Terse,
Cautious.
A scoundrel with a heart.
A Gentleman of Fortune.
Wandering rogues
Thrill-seekers
Mercenaries
Pirates
The Gentlemen of Fortune.
They seek Fame and Coin,
Adventure,
Romance.
True domains of
The Gentlemen of Fortune.
They live for freedom,
Take what they need
Fight if they must.
Death to those who cross
The Gentlemen of Fortune.
A Cornish rake.
Suave,
Brash.
A scoundrel with a heart.
A Gentleman of Fortune.
Scar.
An Antiguan bravo.
Terse,
Cautious.
A scoundrel with a heart.
A Gentleman of Fortune.
Wandering rogues
Thrill-seekers
Mercenaries
Pirates
The Gentlemen of Fortune.
They seek Fame and Coin,
Adventure,
Romance.
True domains of
The Gentlemen of Fortune.
They live for freedom,
Take what they need
Fight if they must.
Death to those who cross
The Gentlemen of Fortune.
Saturday, 27 February 2021
Shooting Lasers
Standard Solo
Put on your pack,
Lock and load.
Get ready,
Go!
Enter the arena.
Shoot your foe,
Your pack buzzes;
You're hit!
Hide!
Destroy that base.
Hear it blow.
Mix it up
Rapid Fire
Watch Your Back
Friend or Foe?
Game over
What's your score?
Pretty good!
Accuracy?
A-Team firing.
Liven up Monday
With gunplay
Put on your pack,
Lock and load.
Get ready,
Go!
Enter the arena.
Shoot your foe,
Your pack buzzes;
You're hit!
Hide!
Destroy that base.
Hear it blow.
Mix it up
Rapid Fire
Watch Your Back
Friend or Foe?
Game over
What's your score?
Pretty good!
Accuracy?
A-Team firing.
Liven up Monday
With gunplay
Friday, 26 February 2021
The Ballad of The Bayfalls
The Bayfalls Family of Wardale,
Dungeon crawlers of note.
Embark on quests that often fail
To bring more than a groat.
Arthur Bayfalls is a fighter.
Sees himself as a knight,
But he is a drunken blighter,
And not really that bright.
His wife Jane is a real wizard.
She gives lectures and brews
potions. Yes, with lizard.
Her spells will more than bruise.
Johnny works nights at The Magpie,
Learnt more there than in school:
Pick locks, pockets, hide, sneak, and spy,
And find a pretty jewel.
Alyn is young. Her soul is pure
She'll send you thoughts and prayers,
And they are a genuine cure.
A power from upstairs.
There is a lot of time to kill:
Adventuring towns are
Like Blackpool, Scarborough or Rhyl:
Past their prime, au revoir.
Dungeon crawlers of note.
Embark on quests that often fail
To bring more than a groat.
Arthur Bayfalls is a fighter.
Sees himself as a knight,
But he is a drunken blighter,
And not really that bright.
His wife Jane is a real wizard.
She gives lectures and brews
potions. Yes, with lizard.
Her spells will more than bruise.
Johnny works nights at The Magpie,
Learnt more there than in school:
Pick locks, pockets, hide, sneak, and spy,
And find a pretty jewel.
Alyn is young. Her soul is pure
She'll send you thoughts and prayers,
And they are a genuine cure.
A power from upstairs.
There is a lot of time to kill:
Adventuring towns are
Like Blackpool, Scarborough or Rhyl:
Past their prime, au revoir.
Thursday, 25 February 2021
Kocham Cię
ICT A Level
Goofing off
We could have done more
Could have
Should have
Would have
Gone out
Spent time
Truly known each other
No exam worries
There was more to do
Now I know
Exams don't matter
I think back
When we knew each other
I should have said it
"Kocham Cię"
Would have
Should have
Could have
Goofing off
We could have done more
Could have
Should have
Would have
Gone out
Spent time
Truly known each other
No exam worries
There was more to do
Now I know
Exams don't matter
I think back
When we knew each other
I should have said it
"Kocham Cię"
Would have
Should have
Could have
Wednesday, 24 February 2021
Workplace Sin
Desk needs clearing
Deadline looming
Vanity project
TV Tropes
What's my sin?
Faulty printer
Angry customer
Sales caller
Wanton destruction
What's my sin?
Packed lunch
Manager's biscuits
The butty shop
Kummerspeck
What's my sin?
Boss is away
Holiday home
Three weeks
Bloody elitist
What's my sin?
Got a pay rise
Don't deserve it
But it's mine
A mutual grift
What's my sin?
Long day
Work's numbing
No feeling
Private Browsing
What's my sin?
I'm leaving
I'm a writer
So long
I don't need you
What's my sin?
In one job.
What's my sin?
I'm a fan of all seven.
No more Mr Vice Guy?
That's a sodding lie.
Deadline looming
Vanity project
TV Tropes
What's my sin?
Faulty printer
Angry customer
Sales caller
Wanton destruction
What's my sin?
Packed lunch
Manager's biscuits
The butty shop
Kummerspeck
What's my sin?
Boss is away
Holiday home
Three weeks
Bloody elitist
What's my sin?
Got a pay rise
Don't deserve it
But it's mine
A mutual grift
What's my sin?
Long day
Work's numbing
No feeling
Private Browsing
What's my sin?
I'm leaving
I'm a writer
So long
I don't need you
What's my sin?
In one job.
What's my sin?
I'm a fan of all seven.
No more Mr Vice Guy?
That's a sodding lie.
Tuesday, 23 February 2021
The Pirate and the Emperor
The Emperor rules from a great hall
Will enforced with a mighty fleet
The Pirate embraces freedom’s call
But one must steal if one’s to eat
Will enforced with a mighty fleet
The Emperor offers the Pirate gold
But one must steal if one’s to eat
Noble promises will feel cold
The Emperor offers the Pirate gold
To plunder his enemies’ ships
Noble promises will feel cold
Poison, stemming from honeyed lips
To plunder his enemies’ ships
The Emperor has made an ideal friend
Poison, stemming from honeyed lips
The Pirate is a means to an end
The Emperor has made an ideal friend
But soon it will become clear
The Pirate is a means to an end
That is something both will fear
But soon it will become clear
The partnership will fail
That is something both will fear
Their only difference is scale
The partnership will fail
The Pirate embraces freedom’s call
Their only difference is scale
The Emperor rules from a great hall
Will enforced with a mighty fleet
The Pirate embraces freedom’s call
But one must steal if one’s to eat
Will enforced with a mighty fleet
The Emperor offers the Pirate gold
But one must steal if one’s to eat
Noble promises will feel cold
The Emperor offers the Pirate gold
To plunder his enemies’ ships
Noble promises will feel cold
Poison, stemming from honeyed lips
To plunder his enemies’ ships
The Emperor has made an ideal friend
Poison, stemming from honeyed lips
The Pirate is a means to an end
The Emperor has made an ideal friend
But soon it will become clear
The Pirate is a means to an end
That is something both will fear
But soon it will become clear
The partnership will fail
That is something both will fear
Their only difference is scale
The partnership will fail
The Pirate embraces freedom’s call
Their only difference is scale
The Emperor rules from a great hall
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