2010 - 365 Poems

My Year as a Poet by The Crafty Scribe

This is an experiment to write a poem or a short verse a day, and post it to this blog.

I'm not a trained poet, just an enthusiastic scribe wanting to create something new each day. I don't truly know my stanza from my meter, but I hope to improve and get my poetic license someday! Expect the weird, the strange and the inner workings of the Crafty Scribe's mind.

Please pass on the blog address to all your verse and lyrical loving friends. I hope you will join me, and read my daily scribbling.

2010 the year of 365 poems: http://365poet2010.blogspot.com/

Monday, 3 January 2011

Thank You!

So, we made it! Three hundred and six five days, three hundred and six five poems. 2010 - done and dusted!


I would like to thank everyone for following this blog, whether you have been there from the beginning, or just dipped in from time to time, I appreciate every one of you.


I hope you've enjoyed reading my daily dabbling.


Thank you once again, and I wish you a happy and prosperous New Year.

Sunday, 12 December 2010

"Black Holes" (Entry 346)

What do you avoid?
A Void in your life? 
Or are you trying to be wholesome?

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Thursday, 2 December 2010

"Real Heroes" (Entry 336)

Where have all the heroes gone?
Was there ever a team of cape?
Are they fantasy? A childhood dream?
A figment for escape?
I see the heroes, lads and lassies, 
They really do exist. 
They’re in fatigues, scrubs and uniforms, 
I think you know the list. 
You’ll find them in the hospitals, 
And on the field of battle. 
You’ll find them on the streets of Britain, 
Any emergency they tackle. 
So don’t forget the real heroes, 
Whatever job they do. 
Look beyond the films and comic books. 
They’re always there for you. 

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Wednesday, 17 November 2010

"Adrift" (Entry 321)

Forgotten yacht in the bay. 
Have you had your salad day?  
The plaything of the rich or idle,  
Their interest now is at low tidal.  
Once you soared on crest and wave.  
To their currents and fads, you’re a slave. 
Bobbing boat tied and forsaken in the rain.  
Don’t you wish you were moored up in Spain? 

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Tuesday, 12 October 2010

"Safe Within" (Entry 285)

Infiltration of 
Chasms beyond. 
Breach beneath 
The cavern 
To uncover 
Clandestine shards 
Of secrets smashed 
To smithereens. 
Suppress to shield.   
Enshrouded to save the soul. 
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Monday, 20 September 2010

"Snakes On The Brain" (Entry 263)

Snakes slide through my mind. 
Overwhelming my dreams. 
Following my steps. 
I dart back and forth.  
They watch with wonderment. 
I stop to feel 
Their protection. 
They heal. 
Fears gone. 
I let go. 
Awakening beyond. 

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Saturday, 11 September 2010

"Look Back in Happiness" (Entry 254)

Sunny days. 
Barmy ways. 
Honeyed isles. 
We stayed awhile. 
Love and laughter. 
Remembered ever after. 

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