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.

Thursday, 31 October 2013

"Hallowe'en Travels" (Entry 488)

Husky hushed whispers 
This vesper time. 
No song, this eve'n. 
Only tear-stained dusk. 
As it must. 
A deathly air caresses this twilight. 
Darktide stallions take flight. Beware!
For they're worse than nightmares. 
Allowed from their world, past 'in-between.'
They have the power on Hallowe'en. 

Happy Hallowe'en!

"A Grave Tale" (Entry 487)

A grave expression was what was required
For this undertaking. 
Needed to be dead-pan, for this death's plan. 
Sober-sided at muddy-sided hole. 
The whole thing bleak and deep. 
Then the coughing started,
As the coffin started to descend. 
Disrupted proceedings at this fellow's end, no end. 
A funeral, no fun at all. 

"On Your Marks, Get Spooky!" (Entry 486)

Week of scares. 
Catch unawares. 
Hide in places
And watch their faces. 
All good fun
For everyone. 
Give a cheer,
Halloween is near!

"Wails about Gales" (Entry 485)

Doom and gloom 
Shouted the news. 
Armageddon's blowing down. 

Winds and rains,
Rattled at panes. 
Throughout the fields and the towns. 

Some destruction. 
Sadly deaths. 
Though most can tell the tale. 

Stormy night. 
Caused a fright. 
Onwards goes our time of gales. 

My love and best wishes to all those affected by last night's/this morning's storms here in the UK.

"Blue Over Sky Box Setting" (Entry 484)

Dark nights schedules
Bringing forth
Many tears, drama 
And mirth. 
What to choose
and record? 
So much that I
Want to hoard. 
Problem is Sky Plus 
Almost full. 
What to red button?
What to pull?
Increase percentage,
Get on and watch. 
Can't delete programmes,
All top notch. 
Need to make the provision. 
Arrrggghhh! Now, there's a collision!
Change the times, what's my decision?
Of all this good stuff on the television. 

"Not This Little Girl!" (Entry 483)

Vampires and Demons, Their Hunters and Ghosts. 
Gods and Fairies and Star Trek Outposts. 
Sci-fi and Fantasy and All Types of History. 
Comedy and Drama and Geek Tech and Mystery. 
Numbers and Words and A Well-Written Book. 
Documentary and Theatre and TV with a Hook. 
Conspiracy Tale and UFO Story. 
Any of this, and I'm in my glory. 
TARDIS, the Doctor, Strictly Saturday and laughter. 
Friends and Kitties, Steampunk and Delving the Hereafter. 
Eclectic in rhythm with a rock gothy twist. 
Magical thinking, all Supernatural, is right on my list. 
So sugar 'n' spice, gets some girlies glowing. 
This what makes me me and gets this one going!

"Book Cooked Memories" (Entry 482)

I found a cook book on charity shelf. 
A throw-back to the time of my younger self. 
Full of recipes of decade gone past. 
70's vibe of meatloaf and corn beef hash. 
I scanned these pages as a child
and taste the moments they beguiled. 
A simple book full of memories flavour,
Now mine to own, remember and savour. 

"Sing Life's Song" (Entry 481)

I smile at jokes from distance times.  
Although I alone remember. 
Now the tears flow, I don't know why. 
My heart and soul are in embers. 

My laughter turns and anger burns. 
As the truth dissolves the fences. 
Though I yearn, it's you that spurned. 
Destroying all of my defences. 

But I'll grin against the hurt. 
Lifting chin up to the skies. 
There's a new hope to assert. 
I walk on with clearer eyes. 

I am strong, know where I belong. 
I have a future of which I'm proud. 
You were wrong, this is my song. 
It's my life and I'll sing it out loud. 

"A New Plague" (Entry 480)

Ring-a-ring the telephone. 
A pocket full o' Twitter. 
A text here. A message there. 
We all Facebook 'Like'!

"What Are You Wearing?" ( Entry 479)

What's in season?
What's in the stores?
Watch the trends turn. 
Seen all that before. 
Choose a shape, then
A favourite shade. 
Take to the street. 
Daily catwalk parade. 
Living the life
By cut and colour. 
Fashion's on show
By the pound and the dollar. 
By the time that you own it,
It's already old hat. 
What's the deal in a year?
'Cause I'm wearing that!

"Autumn Warrior" (Entry 478)

Autumn warrior
October's fighter in flight
Wasp wars on window 

"tides" (Entry 477)

tides rise and fall
but never turn -
just like you
will never learn

"The Reluctant Speaker" (Entry 476)

Breath caught and fought back. 
No time for an attack. 
Calm lungs, brain and throat. 
Can't do this! I'll grab my coat!
Stay focused and still. 
Turn-my? Now-me-kill!
Can't get in-order-words!
Gosh! This is so absurd!
It's only a five minute speech. 
Why does it feel outside my reach?
Too many faces staring my way. 
Can't I return another day?
Shuffle papers to shuffling feet. 
This is ridiculous! I can't compete. 
Force a smile, a pause, a cough and then first squeak. 
Five minutes pass... (applause, of course)
Thanks! I could come back next week?

"The You Forecast" (Entry 475)

There were rainbows once. 
Blue skies too. 
Now all is stormy. 
Without you. 

"A Deeper Pain" (Entry 474)

Shifted beneath unyielding pain,
I dug further to, in hope, that naught remain. 
But as I clawed into my mind. 
The deeper shafts, the more to find. 
Sifted through the depths deep to dwell. 
Only to discover my personal hell.

"Rhyme of Old Thyme" (Entry 473)

I rued the hour
You came to power
When I heard upon the tower
High above the town of Dover,
Where I used to run in clover, 
I knew that my life was over.

Tuesday, 15 October 2013

"Seasons Seasoning" (Entry 472)

a taste of summer
in autumn's rusty flavour
memories relish

"Nonsense. Non Such Perfect Poem" (Entry 471)

If only I'd known 
It at the time. 
I might have had a better rhyme. 
If only I knew 
And could have rehearsed. 
Maybe I'd write a cooler verse. 
If only then was now. 
Researched better so I'd know him. 
Then I could have written the perfect poem!

"Beyond Above" (Entry 470)

Drift away to special places. 
Filled with all familiar faces. 
Held in warmth, caressed with love. 
This must be Heaven above. 

"Used Five Minutes" (Entry 469)

They were somebody. 
'til life trended on 'shoddy'. 
Now brand moved to new scenes,
Left them rotting has-beens. 
Fallen from graces and their high tower. 
Champagne flutes turn notes sour. 
Five minutes of fame's so bizarre!
"Don't you know who we are?"
No, actually we don't. Not anymore. 
Get off your condescension, you're both such a bore!

"A Little Rain" (Entry 468)

Patter on, little rain. 
It's your job, every now and again. 
Pitter on the windowpane. 
I will watch, and here I'll remain. 
Until the time,
When your work is done. 
Then I will leave
To play in the sun. 

"Life Garden" (Entry 467)

The garden bloomed 
just as it should. 
The cycle of life, 
as I knew it would. 

"Beyond Sense" (Entry 466)

I drink of dance. 
I cry at clouds. 
I laugh at impossible dreams. 
I caress at thoughts. 
I listen to stars. 
I look beyond what it seems. 

I watch the whispers. 
I talk to mountains. 
I taste at new-formed ideas. 
I hear the shadows. 
I rush to closed doors. 
I know it is not as it appears. 

"Fashionista's Front" (Entry 465)

So proud and haughty. 
(And slightly naughty?)
Attempt at hiding the glimpse
Of emotions flair. 
Forcing down the twinkling imp. 
Pads on lacquer held in lap. 
Would a smile really sap
The veneer you harden?
So not to appear to beg the pardon 
Of the lower mortals, lesser classes
With laser eyes, these social unordered lasses. 
Crossed ankles, uncrossed vision. 
An upturned snout shows derision. 
What's behind the mannequin you wear?
Is it joyous, clever, or is nothing there?
That's what people expect, isn't it?
But I don't think that. Not one bit!

"A Ripped Memory" (Entry 464)

A hazy day amongst the grey
Reminds me of that rip
Half a life ago
When you were taken away. 

"Social and Content or Social Content?" (Entry 463)

Too content
To make my own content. 
Read than write. 
That can't be right. 
Can it?

Let's see what others think on Twitter,
YouTube, Facebook, Instagram and...
Oh, the nosedive my talent took!
Get creative. Social?
Time to ban it!

Then again maybe not... ;-)

"Empty Space" (Entry 462)

Where have you been?
Where do you go?
Missed from my life. 
Where? I didn't know. 
An empty place 
To my right. 
It felt all wrong. 
Alone in the night.
But now you're back. 
Where you should be. 
So 'fraid. I'll never ask. 
Trapped by my absentee. 

"Strip Off!" (Entry 461)

Strip off
Lay bare
The naked truth that's you. 
Lift up
Be rid of the mask. Be new!
Peel off
Tear away
Shed the skin
Show the real magic within. 
Your love and heart within. 

"Dream Diagram" (Entry 460)

Dislocate the diagram
To discover the drama
Delve into darkness
Find delight of the dream
So deep. 

Saturday, 5 October 2013

"Silent Snores" (Entry 459)

Oh? I dream of silence. 
Past your noise. 
Of grunting and groaning
And snores and more. 
But when your pillows cold
And your rest in another place. 
I dream of your breath, your snuffles, your face. 

"Dance Encore!" (Entry 458)

Listen to the score. 
You don't dance anymore. 
I beseech and implore. 
Take to the floor
And not the door. 
Rhythmic galore!
Three step or four. 
Spin 'til feet are so sore. 
You know what's in store. 
The beat's never a chore. 
A new dance or times yore. 
Street moves or folklore. 
That sway all adore. 
It's my life and your 
if you only let it soar. 
From the oath which you roar. 
Let go, live, enjoy and pour
Out what's kept at soul's core. 
Call out dance encore! Encore!
More! More! More!

"Dreep Dinkly" (Entry 457)

Drink! Drink deeply!
Dreep Dinkly!
Drink! Drunk!
With joy. 
Deserve the nectar
In this moment. 
Feel the warmth it gives
And the light that shines
And from your smile. 
It only appears once in ale while. 

"So, You've Gone" (Entry 456)

I wept once. 
When I heard you had gone. 
Not for you,
For those left behind. 
You hurt. 
You were worth-less and less. 
And yet. And yet. 
You destroyed more 
Than you ever gave. 
So I and we wave goodbye.
No more tears shed
On the life you lead. 

"Bring Back" (Entry 455)

Bring back the love
And sunshine dreams. 
Bring back new hope
And inspiration gleams.
Bring back laughter
And idea lightning beams. 
Give me life now
And all that it seems.


Wow! Poem 455! 
That means only 100 to go!
Thank you so much for reading all my verses. 
Do you have a favourite? Please let me know in the comments. If you do post a message, I'll tweet your name on my twitter feed (please give me your twitter address, if you want to.)
Only 100 to go. I hope you'll stay with me.  Thank you again! 

"Breath Important" (Entry 454)

In and out. 
Out and in. 
With a pout,
In air that's thin. 
Breath emergent. 
So important. 
Always resurgent. 
Works divergent. 
Stuff of now. 
If this we vow. 
Breath allow. 
To live and how!