555 Days... The Continuation

Welcome to 555 Days as a Poet by The Crafty Scribe

Back in 2010, I challenged myself to write a poem or a short verse a day, and post it to a blog. 555 Days as a Poet by The Crafty Scribe is the continuation of the experiment.

I gave myself 18 months to recover from the original daily blog postings, and now, I am ready to start it all over again. Although as I was beginning in the middle of the year, I thought 6 months was too short a time after my last experience.

"If I could complete a year of poems, how about 18 months?" I thought. I worked out that would be 549 days. I could have rounded it up to 550 to included New Years Day 2014, but then I thought I'd go 5 better... to 555 days.

Why 555? According to many spiritual teachers, the number 555 is a sign of change and the flow of energy. I thought it related to the blog. I spent a year writing a poem every day, then rested for 18 months. Now the tide has turned. It's time to begin the flow of words in my life again.

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. Let's ride the waves once more.

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.

Friday, 23 August 2013

"Grains of Truth in Words" (Entry 415)

The words you utter
Are multitude minute grains,
Sand spat at me, 
To hit cell and blood stream. 
Deluge of grit, grate and sear,
Through my body, soul and mind. 
Until it pounds upon my chest,
The flames of your true meaning scath,
Turns heart to glass, 
Which you shatter. 
To you - no matter. 
No thought or apology 
Of the pieces you've left of me. 
You carry on without care,
While I can never repair.

Wednesday, 21 August 2013

"Perfect Summer Moment" (Entry 414)

A sweep of blue sighs
as spectrum mists hiss across 
while butterfly dreams.

"Ask Questions of Queue" (Entry 413)

We take our places in the queue. 
Hoping it leads to something new. 
Unexplained situations? Too polite to ask.
Being coaxed to perform unknown tasks. 
Nation rules and laws, we follow. 
Easy to govern, with a future hollow. 
What? Where? Why? How? All forgotten. 
When and who? Us and now - society's rotten. 

"Barman! Barman!" (Entry 412)

"Barman! Barman!
Have you any booze?"

"Yes, mate! Yes, luv!
What you wanna chose?"

"Whiskey and Jagermeister. 
Larger from the Danes. 
Vodka, Gin and Bacardi 
Topped off with fake champagnes."

"Barman! Barman!
Have you any booze?
I need to get drunk,
Inhibitions, I must loose."

"Yes, mate! Yes, luv!
I've got it by the bottle. 
Just give me cards or ready cash and
You can have the lottle!"

"Poetic Devotion" (Entry 411)

Feel your spirits pulse and thrill,
Rejoice in empathy even when still. 
Be compassion and all poetic. 
Be this and more, not unsympathetic.

Give and take all emotion. 
Live with enthusiasm and devotion. 
Experience all there is and can be. 
Enjoy the moments. That's life, you see!

"Take Note" (Entry 410)

Bring passion. 
Bring fears. 
Bring love. 
Bring tears. 
Take laughter. 
Take obsession. 
Take note.
Take expression.

"Solo Flight" (Entry 409)

From town
Far down below. 
High up,
Take flight
To dive air this night.

Tuesday, 13 August 2013

"Dusty Skies" (Entry 408)

Meteor crust
Zoom and thrust 
Out and combust
Interstellar dust

Did you watch tonight's Perseid Meteor Shower?

"Who Knew The Dalek?" (Entry 407)

Cavernous airplane hangar boasts
(bigger on the inside than out) now hosts
Dalek meeting, a new convention,
taking place in this dimension!
TARDIS lands and conceals
Between Concorde's mighty wheels. 
Multiple Doctors from Gallifrey, WHO all gathered as one for this, a fun day. 
Raise sonic screwdrivers high in starry salute. 
Exterminate sadness, proudly wear your spacesuit. 
Universal beings from fantasy spheres
join together to give 50 cheers!

Massive congratulations to everyone involved with "Exterminate!" at Fleet Air Arm Museum at the weekend. We went yesterday and had an amazing time. Well done! 

Massive congratulations to BBC's 'Doctor Who'. The television programme will be 50 years old in November. I'm sure there will be more 'WHO-niverse' related poetry to come!

Saturday, 10 August 2013

"A Moment" (Entry 406)

Ballerina slipper top of stair,
I sit and wonder
Made aware
That it isn't long, til I will die
To feel a moment.
Then a sigh
Is it true that this is what I dare?
It's what I hope, what's
In my prayer. 

Friday, 9 August 2013

Thursday, 8 August 2013

"Country Colours" (Entry 404)

Cerise bows to taste the spicy wine
Cooled by verdant meadow. 
Cobalt washed the tears away. 
Crack on, to plough parched fallow. 
Champagne heads bent to hear the whispers of a
Charcoal captured shadow. 
Cleft then dance an air fandango
Collected and interlaced to increase the violent tempo. 
Cause laser beams to laugh,
Create then split the lightning tableau. 
Chase the colours, race the hues,
Caress the spectrum of the rainbow. 

"Crafted Heart" (Entry 403)

Custom made without machine. 
Folded by hand, no routine. 
Fruitful bounty by flesh ungloved.
Given to you from an artist you loved. 
Kept in sentiment and forgotten memory. 
Held it heart, where it's meant to be. 

Tuesday, 6 August 2013

"Of Nothing" (Entry 402)

I think of nothing
Where I lie. 
For I'm in death. 
We said, goodbye. 
So now for time
Of all forever. 
I slumber on
Without endeavour.

"Birth Right" (Entry 401)

Repression of succession
Right from one's birth. 
Question the selection
Of your place on this earth. 
Progress in your profession 
For true talents in dearth. 
Impress on unique expression 
You are more than their worth.

Sunday, 4 August 2013

"On File" (Entry 400)

You may call me a tool
A spanner in the works. 
You saw me,
But I've nailed you, dude. 
Caught in my vice
To hammer it home,
You know the drill.
You're so screwed. 

Saturday, 3 August 2013

"Precious Thing" (Entry 399)

It was most precious thing
The thing I liked to keep near,
Or at least know where it was at all times. 
To see, to hold,
Or even be in the same room, 
I felt safe. 
I knew I was home. 

Then one day, I lost my thing
Unable to search,
As I knew it was gone forever,
Never to return. 
My heart broke, in that moment,
Never to be mended. 
There's always a chunk missing, a hole left, my precious lost thing

My precious lost mother. 
My most important possession. 
(If a person can belong to another. 
I think they can, when hearts are open, when they give so much... mean so much... are so much to each other.)
My mum. 
I lost her when she died. 
I love her love, her laughter, her strength, her friendship, her scent, her protection, her hugs. 
The most precious thing in my world is lost.

Almost 22 years without you. 
Today is your birthday. 
I will miss you always. 
Remember you always. 
Love you forever. 

"summer remains" (Entry 398)

brilliant blossoms
spring has past summer remains 
budding gone before

Thursday, 1 August 2013

"August First" (Entry 397)

First things first. 
It's now August. 
Enjoy the month. 
Live, laugh and lust!

"A Dose of Notes" (Entry 396)

Scales of method come to me. 
Finding nature's melody. 
I play the note as it will be. 
Lost in music, ill's remedy.

"A Shift in the Universe" (Entry 395)

Shifting sight of new delight. 
Conscious state delve deep this night. 
Complex visions, from places, where?
Transport! Create! Images rare.
Senses pleasure. Freedom found. 
I learn your ways, Universe unbound. 

"Dream Change" (Entry 394)

There was always darkness in my dreams. 
Funeral edges and morbid seams. 
A shroud of despair-webbed grief-worm satin. 
A veil weaved of last rite Latin. 

Now nightmare mists, ebb and fade. 
For I found you, light to my shade. 
You elevate me to a heightened view. 
You've changed my soul. I love you. 

For you, my darling husband, for you. 

"Believe in You!" (Entry 393)

Bellow loud!
Bellow proud!
Lift your head above the crowd. 
Be the best!
Have a quest!
Make your life count, this is your test. 
Show your style. 
Wear a smile!
Live and love and be still awhile.
Believe in you!
Conceive what's true. 
Achieve each day as if it's new. 

"The Inventors Vow" (Entry 392)

Invention times a mystery. 
Discoveries made in history. 
Secret creativity, worked or unbidden. 
Universal gifts no longer hidden. 
'Light bulb' moments to those selected. 
Inspiration's flash and then perfected. 
We own them much and so to thank. 
These mighty minds, a higher rank. 
Geniuses gather, to you we bow. 
To carry on, this is our vow. 

"Forest Days" (Entry 391)

Leaves shaded through dappled glade. 
Sun rays traded against river's wade. 
Heat scorch raided on summer forest parade. 
Boughs bend unaided protect fae where they played. 
To day's dusk now faded and time of moon lights maid. 
Eve music serenaded dream on night's crusade.