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Whoo hoo Day 3o PARTY TIME
Shakataka BOOM
Prompt: Anything goes!

To be sung with maracas and a cocktail to the tune " Copacobana"

Her name was Barbra
She was a show girl
with yellow feathers in her hair
and a dress cut down to there
She would merengue and do the chacha
And while she tried to be a star
Joseph Harker'd from afar
He worked the crowded room
He worked each poet to score
He was young and he had den mothers
Who could ask for more

CHORUS
At the top blog...RWP site
The hottest site north of Havana
At the top blog...RWP site
Music and words were always head bangers
At RWP...time cut too shooort

Her name was Lola
Another show girl
But that was thirty years ago
when her and Barbra had a show
And now her new name is Rallentanda
Still in the dress she used to wear
faded feathers in her hair
She drank herself half blind
And drives the other poets wild
She lost her youth and she lost RWP
Now she's lost her mind

CHORUS

Hiroshima Mon Amour

Napowrimo poem Day 29
Prompt : newspaper article on noisy neighbours.

Skateboards
Crash
Screaming
Smack
Squabbling
Crack
Balls hit cars
Smash
Vlad hammering
Sforzando
Dash
Slicing early morning peace
machete
Slash
Chopin massacre
Mash Murder

Piano
Pitiful screams
Agony
Month
After
Month
After
Month

Wee hours
All quiet
Magnificent moon
I hear a pin drop

Then
Operation Vlad attack
Ponderosa theme
Full blast
Hee Haa!
Frankie Laine
Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'
Keep them dawgies movin'
Hee Haa!
Cracks of Whips
Whoopin' and Hootin!
Crash of Cymbals
Swinging from
Chandeliers
Ah..OOOOO
Werewolves of London
Ah..OOOOO
Coyote Calls
Prokfiev Piano
Prestissimo
Fortissimo
Tutti (all together)

Never
Heard
PEEP
Since

POW POETRY ON WEDNESDAY

I am starting this site because some of you said that you enjoyed the party atmosphere here.
I am offering compact but colorful accommodation, with rich food and decor to match.
If there are too many interested, there will have to be room sharing. However at this or any stage, it is highly unlikely, so be assured of a warm welcome and lots of parties at Ralls.

There will be weekly prompts, competitions, prizes, and lots of surprises because I get bored very easily. Occasionally there will be an article or an interview with an obscure but brilliant writer. Most will come from our unpublished ranks. If you think you might be up for this, drop me a line here in the comments section. I need to get a rough idea of numbers for catering!
Cheers and SEE YOU ALL NEXT WEDNESDAY.
Rall

' I'm Breaking The Rules '

Napowrimo poem Day 28
Prompt...Intuition

Intuition
God's whisper
in your ear
Go
Don't Go
Run for your life
Learn to read eyes
Learn to read
in between
and underneath
the lines
Watch the fourth of
seven waves away
How often have
I been fooled
by Caution
God's imposter
keeping me captive
for so long in my
traditional chains
which I never unlock
even though I have the key
I'm breaking the rules
This is a start

Rallentanda

Napowrimo poem Day 27
Prompt : acrostic poem

Running ragged rooted
Animated all fingers and thumbs
Lucrezia loves
Lamingtons
Enjoying them
Nonchalantly with
Tea ( Twinings tea)
And (gesticulating little finger)
Nibbles (Cucumber sandwiches no crusts)
Daily an all time favourite for
Afternoon tea

Searching

Napowrimo poem Day 26

C S Lewis
found his world
through a wardrobe door
he found ectasy
on the lid of a biscuit tin
from Woolworths

Contented in cardigan and slippers
sherry rituals, toast and tea by the fire
puffing pipe in illuminating discussion
with brother Warnie
He found God
on the top of a double decker bus
in the High Street on his way to the shops

I have been searching all my life
behind the wardrobe in bookshelves
in the cupboard under the sink
upturning rocks on the ocean floor
And I still could not find it
So I gave up the search
And found peace
It was under my nose the whole time

First things First

Napowrimo poem Day 25
Prompt: First things First

Even after all this time
when I hear those words
she comes to mind
her thin soft grey perm
her pale blue watery eyes
her cut glass clipped accent
Miss Benelle the Headmistress
who insisted that each staff member
collect their pay cheque
from her personally in her office
just another scoop of humiliation
to be thrown at you
while she made you stand waiting
fumbling slowly in her desk drawer
pretending to have mislaid it
uttering her usual jaundiced greeting
coated in sarcasm
' Oh here it is, of course
first things first"

A Woman Scorned

Napowrimo poem Day 24
Prompt: Phrases from Shakespeare

This poem is for all those poets who dismiss Shakespeare as being irrelevant and who disdain Bardolatry.

Anne Hathaway (Will's wife) could be responsible for this:)

O mistress mine
it is thou who hast shot thine wing tipped poison
into the hearts of our fair faced poets
O wretched canker blossom
Thanks to thine evil witch hag curse
they loveth not the Bard

I have bestowed on them gifts
miraculous verse
ripples of silver and gold
in pearl shimmer'd utterance
Their eyes now blinkered
gaze downwards at grunt and sweat
under a weary life

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
to have a thankless child
What an ass am I in salad days to
have made the beast with two backs
and not portent the heartache and a thousand
natural shocks that followed
Such wicked revenge is steeped in malice
O vile strumpet
And all because of the second best bed

Note: From Shakespeare's will
' I gyve unto my wyfe my second best bed'

Allen and Will Go Shopping

Napowrimo pom Day 23
Prompt: The Odd Couple

"A Supermarket in California" Allen Ginsberg
meets
"Troilus and Cressida "William Shakespeare

We strode down the open corridors together
in our solitary fancy tasting artichokes
I have the Gallant Trojan seen thee oft
I have seen you Walt Whitman poking among the
meats in the refrigerator eyeing off the grocery boys
Labouring for destiny, making cruel way
Through ranks of Greekish youth
The doors close in an hour
Which way does your beard point tonight?
I have seen thee as hot as Perseus,
spur thy Phyrgian steed
I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans
following you
I heard you asking questions
Who killed the porkchops?
What price bananas?
I knew thy Grandsire
And once fought with him
He was a soldier good.
But, by Great Mars the captain of us all
Never like thee.
O, let an old man embrace thee

Shakespearean Sonnet

Napowrimo poem Day 22

Persephone

Wreathed by flowered garlands she danced
in the sunshine excelling in seamless grace
admired by swains her lithe movements enhanced
by flowing coiled ringlets gold and fair faced
delicacy driving mere mortals to distraction
beauteous eyes that could pierce a milk white heart
turning it to a purple wound in arrow action
by a cherub cupid's bow drawn and poised in art

Suddenly a slate hue dulled the sky the earth rumbled
tore and split, a black hand pulled her down
to darkness and the underworld in rolling tumble
no birdsong inhabits this realm only moan and frown
she ate the pomegranate seeds thinking it was kindness
not knowing that she had sealed her fate with blindness

Perfection

Napowrimo poem Day 21
Prompt: Perfection v Flaws

Perfection
a hard taskmaster
produces
sublime
glimpse of
God

Bach
Michelangeli
little tease packages
to tantalise us

We aspire
can't catch
its mercurial little tail
always out of reach

We weave a tapestry
of myriad flaws
diverse and multi coloured strands
that breathe life into our complex humanity

If the flaws are big
and slipped stiches
turn into gaping holes
Count on devastation

Coming Up For Air

Napowrimo poem Day 20
Prompt: Chilhood Hero

We seek him here
We seek him there
Those Frenchies
seek him everywhere
I looked forward to you
every night
under the covers
by torch light
almost suffocating
Coming up for air
Odd's fish m'dear
You made me so happy

Light Bulb Moment

Napowrimo poem Day 19
Prompt: Light Bulb Moment

The clock was ticking
louder than usual
I lay awake anxious
I gaze over at you
Even in sleep
you clutch the covers taut
hiding your secrets
Life has been a haze
with an uneasy feeling
of impending doom
slow march to the guillotine

It was only momentary
a nano second
but I saw that cloud
move across her eyes
that look of discomfort
a thief caught out
Brushed it aside
we were at school together
she was my closest friend

Flash
A cannon ball hit
A million pieces of mind
splintered and shattered
a fireworks display
And I knew
And - I - Knew

A King among Cats

Napowrimo poem Day 18
Prompt: Tigers and cats

This is for Dids a beautiful cat that I was lucky enough to have for 16 years.

Sometimes I think I see your shadow
darting in the kitchen late at night
in bed I can stretch out now
I used to cling to the edge
while you stretched in elongated
ballet pose a heavyweight
marmalade fur taking up the entire space
I was afraid of storms
was often alone
when the thunder split the sky apart
and the wind howled in the ferocious
tropical tornadoes
we huddled together under the big pink duvet
eyes tightly shut and you purred like an engine
roaring in my ear
I will miss you all the days of my life

"Water Water Everywhere and Not A Drop To Drink"

Napowrimo poem Day 17
Prompt: One of the elements...Water

We are island people
Our lives are linked to Neptune
the moon tides and wind
We are water babies from the deep
We swim our way out of the womb
and into the deep blue like seahorses
We know how to read a current and feel a rip
Our homes are sprinkled in sand
trekked in from the beach
Our gardens are covered in sea shells and
salt bleached driftwood
We swim like fish
ride waves like dolphins
Water is breathing for us
Yet we are the driest continent on earth
' Water water everywhere
and not a drop to drink '

Love in the time of Java

Napowrimo poem Day 16
Prompt: Smells and memory

Wafts of peanut oil,ripe mangoustines
and frangipani transport me back
to the kitchen garden of the losman
in the land of the Garuda
long before the tourist invasion
where days were spent
sitting on a step
contemplating tanned feet and
a colony of ants crawling
in military precision across a path
when life was easy and the road
stretched out ahead for what seemed
an infinity

Fine Young Cannibals

CHORUS
She drives me crazy ooh uhh
She drives like a maniac ooh uhh
If I had any choice
I'd jump out of this van right now

Something's grabbing my back ooh uhh
I'd better keep smiling ooh uhh
It might back off
If I keep on smiling like this

Youtube Fine Young Cannibals

Pizzicato

Napowrimo poem Day 15
Prompt: Write a poem to a tune

To be sung to the tune of the
"The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy " from the Nutcracker Suite by Tschaikovsky at a steady walking pace ma non troppo

I can see you
see you
flitt -ing there
flirt -ing there
fumb - ling there
little fairy chick
shaka taka plink
I can feel your
small wings
rust - ling there
hust - ling there
bust - ling there
making little clinks
shaka taka plink
I am wond - ring
why I'm do -ing this
writ -ing this
pil -ing this
heap a load of *#%+!
shaka taka doo
I am won'-dring
Plink
I am won'-dring
Plink
I am won' -dring
Plop
Plik Plak

(musical interludes in bold)

Cleave the light Fandango

You go to my head I am yours
like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew with love
and I find the very mention of you a song in my heart
like the kicker in a julep or two and joy to the world

Byron, Blake and the Drunken Sailor

Napowrimo poem day 14
Prompt: Cleave Poem

And did those feet in Ancient time
She walked in beauty
But what shall we do with the drunken sailor ?
Walk upon England's mountain green
like the night
What shall we do with the drunken sailor ?
And was the holy lamb of God
of cloudless climes and starry skies
What shall we do with the drunken sailor ?
On England's pleasant pastures seen
and all that 's best of dark and bright
Ear-ly in the morning

G and T and Me

Napowrimo poem Day 13
Prompt : Norman Dubie first line

'The lights of the galaxy
are strung out over
a dipper of gin '
The sprinkling of stars
in the firmament fizz
tonic water over ice
The green sampans
are wedges of lime
on a sea of floating bergs
Gordon has been my
seasonal love forever
Mother's ruin? Maybe
but a summer without him
would be
a bath without bubbles
a king without I
a g without t

"I'm a Little D Stick Short and Stout"

Napowrimo poem Day 12
Prompt: Poem about inaminate object
and a secret code

'I'm a little D Stick short and stout'
There are too many of us
abandoned unused
left alone
in dark bathroom cupboards
dragged out for the occasional
wedding or funeral
It seems very unfair as
my cousins toothbrush and toothpaste
get a daily airing and use
Stand in a crowded bus or bank queue
in summer and you will realise the
deoderant stick's great importance
in the scheme of things
I have enlisted the help of
two competent senior detectors
who are committed to the deoderant cause
Both have lost loved ones
to rank body odour
They are conducting surprise spot checks
at various venues
You can also call
'dob in a stinker ' on the following number
using the secret code word ' nose peg'
( This is a free call authorised by your local
State Government Authority)

The Right Moves

Napowrimo poem Day 11
Prompt: Regrets

It's all about the right moves
I'm not a chess player
When I was young
I did not choose sensible shoes
Now I have apostrophes for big toes
When I was young I liked the bad boys
hard dogs to keep on a porch
When I was young I spent all my money
on having a good time partying
When I was young if things got too difficult
I would take flight rather than fight
When I was young I thought there was a sisterhood
Painfully I discovered there was no such thing

In hindsight I could now be
a wealthy wife to a prestigious professional
I could have nice feet
I could have sound financial investments
I could be a lady who lunches and gossips
I could be a social success

Thank you God for making this nudnik
who always chose the wrong path

TRANSLITERATION

ERLKONIG by Goethe

Wer reitet so spat durch Nact und Wind
On a cold windy night they left the church
Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind
It's the father with some kid
Er hat dan Knaben wohl in dem Arm
in a woolly knobbly hat from army disposal
Er fahrt ihn sicher, es halt ihn warm
farting in secret to keep himself warm

"Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht?"
My son, why are you banging around like a lunatic?
Seihst Vater,du den Erlkonig nicht?
Shoosh Father is the Erl Konig show on tonight?
Den Erlkonig mit Kron und Shweif ?
You know Erl Konig with Kron and Shrek?
Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebelstreif?
My son, are you in some sort of strife

"Du liebes Kind,komm geh mit mir!"
Leave that kid,come get over here!
Gar schone Spiele,spiel' ich mit dir
Don't give me that spiel, spiel gets clip over the ear
Manche bunte Blumen sind an dem Strand
Much better, Bloomin' kids send them to Boarding School
"Meine Mutter hat manche gulden Gewand"
Blimey,My Mother's hat has just won the the Golden Globe awards

THE BOURGEOISIE DO LUNCH

Talk consists of
how well the children are doing
the continuance of legal
banking and medical dynasties
and the latest travel destination
I can feel myself swooning
resolving never to do this again

I look discreetly at the clock
Something is wrong
the hand has hardly moved since I last looked
I am the accomplished handbag
invited here to add interest and
sing for my supper

I am not doing a good job of it today
I am having an animated conversation
feigning interest while dreaming
of running away to Mexico
dancing with Pam's Mariaci Band

I have mastered the art of
dreaming with my eyes open while
conducting a meaningless conversation
a fake smile plastered on my face
With luck I will never need to do this again

Uncle And His Mates Go Camping

Napowrimo poem Day 9

Prompt:
Words: pumice massage campfire walker wattle slow jug talon octopus limp marionette bruise
Sound: whistle
Taste: durian
Poem:' Go Forth and Conjugate'
'Aunty did it and remained verbless'...line used

A slow pumice massage
near a campfire by
Red Talons the street walker
built like a limp marionette
whistling softly through her teeth
was the final flourish to a great camping trip
topped off with good food
barbecued octopus
interspersed with over ripe bruised durian
sprigs of wattle and a jug of wine
Boys Night Out
What they overlooked was Aunty
secreted in the shadows
'Aunty did it but remained verbless'

LOVE

Napowrimo poem Day 8
Prompt: Love. Past loves using metaphors

It was always dangerous
for me...Love
I'd walk into somebody's eyes
and lose myself completely
floating
in curlicue clouds of ectasy
for a short time
the rest ... rolling round in hell
shedding enough tears to fill
all the dams of a dry continent

Tankette

Napowrimo poem Day 7
Prompt: Tanka (humorous love experience)

champagne tipsy
ride home with gypsy king
you asked for my number
i produced a black marker
you wrote on my leg
the walls of jericho came tumblin' down

PHEROMONES

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WELL HI THERE

NaPoWriMo  2010 poem Day 6

Prompt : a photo inspiring some free verse

WELL HI THERE

I'm Fairy Moans
the famous cabaret Queen
artiste extraordinaire
toastette fashion icon
At Your Service

I sing
I dance
I prance
I'm an A list hit
Everybody loves a name
in much demand

Mind you, I do remember a time
Before the hair,when they spat on me
Baying for a crucifixion
Now they ask for an autograph

UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL

Napowrimo poem Day 5
Prompt: A personal poem

Why did you think
that I would suffer
your humiliating treatment?
When I was starving
you boasted how you gave
food to complete strangers
I would not beg
When I was homeless
you displayed your wealth
and comfortable abodes
All doors shut to me
Did you think I was
a reed warbler
standing by watching
her chicks and nest
being destroyed by the cuckoo
without a fight?
Did you not know a strain of the Medea
survived and is alive in me?
Creon said Medea was
a clever woman versed in the evil arts
He was not wrong

Inside Out...Outside In

Napowrimo Poem Day 4
Prompt...Inside Out...Outside In

Hot already
Gonna be a stinker today
C'mon son get the gear off
watch the sun rise and
commune with nature

Behold the wonder
of the natural world
Right...now that's done
get dressed
so you won't be late for school

Fear

Napowrimo Day 3
Prompt.What do I fear most?

I live quietly now
blend in
And I'm careful
never to show the horror in my eyes
when I watch them at work and play
If they sense fear or weakness
they pounce
Sometimes someone
with an extraterrestial gene
like Bach Brahms or Botticelli
shows up every now and then
but frankly Jesus shouldn't
have wasted his time

I am happiest in the waves
and in the hot silent stillness
of the desert with dark blue
skies speckled with stars
And if you go before me
I'll be joining you within hours.

Riding With Pancho

Napowrimo poem 2
Prompt RWP acronym

We have been together for more than fifty years
Pancho is paunchy dishevelled and reeks of garlic
His clothes are filthy and he sweats profusely
His old mule Loco is a wreck and suffers from flatulence
( At least I think it is his mule )
He is too slow on the draw and drinks too much
He is too friendly with the banditos and cramps my style
I've thought about ditching him more than once
'Ooooo Ceeesco'
but when I hear these words
at the end of the show my heart melts
and I resolve to give him just one more chance

For the Wordle Winners.Barbra Seville, Pamela de Ville, and Footesque.

Napowrimo Poem 1

Prompt..Shuffle A Prompt
mash of five song titles.

Oh mistress mine where are you roaming
Don't drink that Cheap Red Wine
Drink to me only with thine eyes
Cool Clear Water

Hit me with your rhythm stick
hit me, hit me..Rawhiiiiiide!
I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

I feel the earth move
when you wear that
itsy bitsy teeny weeny
yellow polka dot bikini

Footesque's footsteps on the dance floor
reminds me baby of you
Bessie May Mucho Baby
let's take a turn around Nashville
and do the Tennessee Waltz

Tiptoe throught the tulips with me
You light up my life though your
tiny hand is frozen like the yellow rose
of Austin Texas

When Flora smiles
her light beguiles
both night and day
No need for jealousy

We are family
I've got all my sisters with me
Pammy Babzy Footsie and me
Huzzah Howzat!