Poem eighteen – http://napowrimo.com
Guitar starts strumming,
Drums start crashing
And hips start shaking.
Come on down girl,
The night’s young,
The beats beginning.
Move towards the promise
Of an answer and a smile,
And don’t forget to dance.
poetry
Love Bite
Poem seventeen – http://napowrimo.com
On a grey old spring day
a girl plays a song,
playing it her way.
Everyone sings along.
He looks at her face,
thinking she looks lonely,
will she take her place?
He hopes & wishes if only.
A laughing face gleams
at the girl & boy sittin’
to onlookers it seems
she’s well & truly bitten.
Face Recognition
Show Me Courage
Poem fifteen – http://napowrimo.com
A sickness sets in, takes hold,
You stand by and watch it unfold.
I know you’re worried because you care,
But I cannot stand your suffocating stare.
I tell everyone I’m doing fine,
It’s only this heart of mine.
But its pumping strong inside,
Only you and me know I lied.
As I shuffle along in pain,
You wonder aloud whats to gain,
By my going it all alone.
You urge me to give in and moan.
I can’t sit back and let it win,
I insist from here on I will begin,
To fight my way forward once more
So show me who I’m doing it for.
Out of the darkness
Poem fourteen- http://napowrimo.com
A hue of spring flushes the cheeks of the world today,
She breathes warm breezes over our grateful skin
And sings with a voice of insects humming and birdsong.
Even the dirt seems brighter and more welcoming somehow.
A sky of deep blue eyes watches us
as we creep our way outside.
Away from the dark, brooding winter and into the light.
Into the promise of tomorrow, the promise of a future filled with sunlight.
The ground is closer than you think
Poem thirteen – http://napiwrimo.com
The ground is closer than you think,
Coming up quickly to meet me
And introduce my fate.
Wind howling round me,
Telling me its woes.
I don’t pay much attention.
All I heed is the unavoidable ground.
Listen
Poem twelve- http://napowrimo.com
Voices whisper as I strain to hear,
But what do they say?
I am told my hearing will improve with age.
But surely it isn’t so?
Mind yer own business!
Poem Eleven – http://napowrimo.com
‘Sorrys’ and sympathy,kindness and kinship,
He’s dead you know,let him rest in peace,
memories abound and grief is hard,
remember in a while it will at least cease.
The pain pours on though the sun is shining,
flowers are offered and sorrow is shared.
At funerals they flock to pay their respects,
so at least I suppose they all cared.
Why do they try and interfere with everything,
relatives,thinking it helps, it doesn’t you see?
Dispense with the charade, a card will suffice.
The one who is dead is him,it’s not me!
By Becky Bite
Fairytale Friday
Poem ten- http://napowrimo.com Friday nights alright for fighting,
Cheap wrappers and spilled kebabs strewn the wet cobbles.
An aria of drunken female screeching is set off by the rhythmic shouts of the ‘lads’.
Skirts barely skimming ass cheeks over tan streaked legs,
Rain hits down on cold,goosebumped skin,
running mascara and no coats are regulation uniform here.
Staggering on scuffed cheap heels a girl screams and mourns her lost love.
Her friends pay homage to her pain, passing her some chips and holding back her hair as she vomits.
Rainbow sick that smells like aniseed and sugar splatters the pavement.
Her knight disappears around a corner, yelling his displeasure.
She sinks to the wet floor, avoiding the coloured puddle she’s left by only a whisker.
Discarding their empty wrappers her mates conclude – its time to call a taxi.
By: BeckyBite
Blue and New 
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