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/

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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Tuesday, 7 September 2010

"Metallic Legends" (Entry 250)

Metal pots of death, 
Take aim and blast your fatal ray. 
It is your goal -
Universal Rule. 
Ready - Fire - Exterminate!

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Friday, 6 August 2010

"Brain Barrage" (Entry 218)

Tug from the air 
That string of imagination 
And grasp it in your hand. 
Hold it tightly 
As you pull it down 
To reach the thought balloon. 
Burst it! 
Release the ideas.

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Sunday, 11 July 2010

"Mute Moment" (Entry 191)

What turns to mute 
  On distant lies. 
The fallow walk 
  On high moon rise. 
An unmarked vein slashed
  But naught pours out.
Left aeon ‘gain unspoken
  A world, praise devout.

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