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NaPoWriMo Day #2

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Starlight

By Scott Bailey © 2015

I was born in fire
In the fiercest whitest heart
I was flung in dying throes
Out into the dark

And through the dark I travelled
Over time you cannot dream
You cannot comprehend
The scales of things I’ve seen

The birth of stars from dust
From cold to burning fire
And then to bloated giants
And back to dust again

The start that swirl together
In hordes you will never count
Swallowed into nothing
Never to get out

Bright white young ones burning
Fast and bright and blue
Until they burst with energy
Too bright for me and you

And clouds like angels wings
Or swirling demons eyes
And flighty comets dying
With sparkling icy cries

All this and much much more
I cannot tell you all
Many many of your lives
Would pass before my tale

But now my time is dwindling
Now…

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NaPoWriMo Day #1

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Well that started spectacularly bad.

I was so ill yesterday I didn’t get to post my poem. But I did write it in my head.

So this is yesterdays – today’s I will try to post later.

Jörmungandr

By Scott Bailey © 2015

There once was a grouchy poet

If happy, he sure didn’t show it.

A dragon was curled

Around his whole world

Fire above and fire below it.

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A House Divided.”

 

The Politician, The Voter and the Child

By Scott Bailey © 2015

You work hard

I struggle by

In the dark

You’re a hard-working family

To pay my bills

A silent dark

You deserve more

To keep my job

Shattered by

Respect and remuneration

My family safe

A scream so stark

Higher wage

Bills accrue

A sister torn

More tax

No breaks in sight

A mother too

Security

I am undermined

And then my turn

Here they come

By cheaper crews

To be their tool

To take your jobs

And labour pools

Alone I lived

We try to stop them

Let down by those

My family died

But the law demands

For who we fought a war

Alone I ran

Freedoms we ill afford

Belts pulled tight

Alone to hide

So we must let them in

Doors shut tight

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The Politician, The Voter and the Child