Month of Poetry begins with a bang!

Intoxicated

Not me

Everyone else

Yet I suffer

The hangover effect.

From the constant explosions

As 2012 began

Showering with exploding colour

Over my head.

The sound

Still pounds in my heart

As another cracker

Is about to explode.

Such an onslaught

Broke my fragile nerves

And the light show

Trigging me into semi consciousness.

As another seizure

Hijacks my body

And violently shook

Me into exhaustion.

So like so many

I started 2012 intoxicated

The hangover lingers

Without  the seedy feeling.

© Debbie Chilton, January `1  2012      

Poet's Anouncement

During January I will be taking part in Queensland Poetry Month of Poetry. The Challenge before me is to write a poem, or part of a poem, or rewrite a poem every day in January. That's 31 poems in 31 days or near to to it. As the start date nears it seems more daunting.  To late now I've signed up.  So expect some words to appear on the screen during January.  All related posts will be tagged #MoP12! Catch up later!

Powerful Imagines

He waits

The old man sits alone

In a semi lit room

Looking out the window

And waits . . .

He sat there too yesterday

And the day before

As though he was waiting

For someone to come . . .

But no one came

No one sent flowers

No one remembered his birthday

No Christmas cards on the wall.

No one has come

Since the police left

That was two years ago

His only daughter died.

No one came to the church

No one sent flowers

He sat alone and said good-bye

And now he waits . . .

Alone in the semi-darkness

In his nursing home room

There are again no cards

This Christmas.

As he sits waiting

For the end of his journey to come

And waiting comes to end

Then he will never feel alone again.

Debbie Chilton Copyright (c) 2011

All Rights Reserved 

Playing around with more words.

I rewrote "The Book Man" last night.

Original Source: BookFari 2011 

Finding The Book Man

Somewhere in the library,

Lurks a kind and gentle soul,

Within these rows and rows of books,

Sits the old and wise bookman.

Although I’ve search every shelf,

I’ve never seen the book man,

So I’m asking for your help,

Find the book man and take a photo please?

I’m told he hides from library staff,

Only coming out once the lights are out,

Feeling threatened by new technology,

Thus fearing for his own extinction.

I fear the poor old book man,

Has buried himself in a hole,

He fears the ruthless library staff,

Who toss out relics like himself.

Now I’ll let you into his secret,

As I hear the bookman has a job to do,

He’s made it his life’s mission,

To read every book there is.

Each night he scans the Childrens books,

Too be sure they meet with his approval,

Spying on the teenage novels this night owl,

Is worried about the teenage pranks today,

His always fishing through the non-fiction,

Just in case there’s the smallest detail he has missed,

For fresh information it’s the newspaper he turns to,

But he’s never ventured on to the internet.

The Book Man now finds himself quite put out,

As the staff are kicking out his dearest friends,

To make way for the modern era and latest trends,

These fancy e-book readers don’t look like books to him. 

Should you unearth the hole

Where the book man’s found his hide

Can you take his picture?

On the chance staff catch him & toss him out.

Thank you

Debbie  Chilton Copyright (c) 2011 

I'm playing games again

The Book Man

I’m sure you’ve never meet the book man,

He only appears at the library in the middle of the night,

He only takes his eye piece out once the staff are out of sight.

Where he sits during daylight hours I do not know.

I’m sure he scans the Children’s books,

Too be sure they meet with his approval,

Spying on the teenage novels this night owl,

Is worried about the teenage pranks today,

His always fishing through the non-fiction,

Just in case there’s the smallest detail he has missed,

For fresh information the newspaper is his wish,

But he’s never ventured on to the Internet.

He’s the Book Man and he’s feeling quiet put out,

The library staff keep kicking out his oldest dearest friends,

To make way for the modern era and the latest trends,

These fancy e-book readers don’t look like books to him.

Should you be so cleaver to uncover where he hides,

I hope to take his picture just in case the staff catch him,

And toss the old book man out with Colleens Tim,

And the rest of his tired and torn friends.

Thank you

Debbie Chilton Copyright 2011