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.
Showing posts with label money. Show all posts
Showing posts with label money. Show all posts

Thursday, 26 September 2013

"Loaf About" (Entry 450)

I loafed about. 
Rolled outta bed.  
So didn't get that rise. 
I just earn my bread.

Not much dough in it.
A crumby job, time to move.
It's all gone sour. 
I've got nothing to prove. 

Saturday, 8 June 2013

"Added Thrill - No Charge" (Entry 320)

Male models wink and ring the till. 
Names tags show Dan, Sam, Matt or Will
Back you go, increasing the bill. 
Shop owner knows it gives you a thrill. 

Wednesday, 1 May 2013

"Negative Numbers" (Entry 305)

All encompassing.
Dark, overpowering.
Life ruined by numbers.
Meaningless figures.
Red, not black.
On a page and computer.
In a bank. Intangible.
Supernatural.

Wish not experienced.
What was had.
What was known.
Would that be better?
If not had come to be,
Those things. Those places.
Would not known,
what was lost.
Would not known,
how it can be.
Heartbreak caused by negative.
All known, left to memory.

Saturday, 20 April 2013

"Wake Up" (Entry 293)

I woke.
Broke.
Can't smoke.
More rain to soak.
Enough to provoke
Just normal folk.
You know - a bloke.
Wear invisible yoke.
A stab than a poke.
Feels like a joke.
Hidden beneath the cloak,
Truth unspoke'.
Law invoke.
Rights revoke?
We're choked!

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

"The Mettle of Metal" (Entry 291)

'The Iron Lady' today laid to rest.
In time, it happens to all and the best.
The winners of the bronze, silver and gold.
The military honours of brass medal bold.
Those who are sneaky with mercurial skin.
Those who are Coppers, or Bankers working for 'tin'.
Those who live a precious platinum life,
those who are lead - of many, thought rife!
But each one of us, with rare mettle, all must go
to where we will rust, forever, as it is so.

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Margaret Hilda Thatcher, Baroness Thatcher of Kesteven (1925 - 2013)

Wednesday, 13 March 2013

"Family Cash" (Entry 256)

She died of old age upon her bed.
The family gathered around.
She wanted love, and they - her money.
Couldn't wait to get her in the ground.