I've always liked the number 21. I'm not sure why. Anyway, that's besides the point. Hi again, and welcome back for another daily poem! Today's theme are fairy tales and myths, but you have to tell them from the POV of a minor character. So I looked up some Greek myths (being a fan of Greek mythology. Not being a fan of Jason.) and decided to choose the story of the minotaur, which I thought could make a great horror movie premise, but then, I'm not good at horror movies (I went to see the Boy once, and scared people with my giggles. In case you're wondering how that's possible, I happen to have a giggle that sounds like children in horror movies.) But that's beside the point, so I'm going to start the poem so that this long opening part doesn't go on even more tangents!
Thursday, 21 April 2016
Wednesday, 20 April 2016
NaPoWriMo! - Day 20
Hi there! It's the twentieth day and it's still rolling. I saw a cat on the day home today (cats do stare a lot, don't they?) and so I'm going to base my poem on that today.
Tuesday, 19 April 2016
NaPoWriMo! - Day 19
We're back again for day 19, with some didactic poetry. I think today's idea for a poem is quite apt for many people my age in England, with GCSEs and A-Levels fast approaching (far too fast... Any way to get time manipulation powers? Quickly? I'll settle for a time turner...).
Monday, 18 April 2016
NaPoWriMo - Days 17-18
Hi again! I missed yesterday, partly because of homework, partly because of procrastination, but I'm back now, and ready to write!
Day 17's prompt was to use a specialised dictionary. It's one of the more involved prompts, which is why I didn't get around to it. But I'm going to be using a dictionary of computer terms, specifically software terminology.
The encoding most don't even realise
Is there, on the inside.
It may look bright on the outside
The application's GUI hiding
The inner workings, the code.
You never saw the programming language
Used to make even the installer
Let alone the actual program.
Each icon clicked
Runs hundreds of lines of code.
But it's all invisible.
That's why I like programming.
Sure, there's syntax errors,
Logic errors abound.
But you get to see the world
That's always there
But no-one ever sees.
The next poem, and the one for today is 'the sounds of home'. The problem with this is, I'm not actually an adult yet! I can't even make a good impression of it. So instead I'm going to write a poem about young childhood.
Though that's never true is it?
You swear you won't talk, when the teacher's out
But somehow when they leave, the chatting starts.
Playground, playground, playing in the playground
Jumping between tires, a rubber band across your back.
Skipping ropes, hula hoops, the french skipping rope
That no-one understands, so is turned into a train.
Sitting under the veranda, on a rainbow bright bench
Trading brighter stickers, with the exchange system
That seemed complex at the time, but less so now.
And, no I'm not trading that half unstuck one for a puffy!
Speed stacks, fastest on the playground,
When they weren't just collected up
To make the tallest tower, there ever could be
One cracked, but it was still worth it.
Silence in the playground, silence in the streets,
But that's never true is it?
Too much to do, too many games to play,
My only regret was leaving it behind.
Day 17's prompt was to use a specialised dictionary. It's one of the more involved prompts, which is why I didn't get around to it. But I'm going to be using a dictionary of computer terms, specifically software terminology.
The Program's World
The algorithm no-one seesThe encoding most don't even realise
Is there, on the inside.
It may look bright on the outside
The application's GUI hiding
The inner workings, the code.
You never saw the programming language
Used to make even the installer
Let alone the actual program.
Each icon clicked
Runs hundreds of lines of code.
But it's all invisible.
That's why I like programming.
Sure, there's syntax errors,
Logic errors abound.
But you get to see the world
That's always there
But no-one ever sees.
The next poem, and the one for today is 'the sounds of home'. The problem with this is, I'm not actually an adult yet! I can't even make a good impression of it. So instead I'm going to write a poem about young childhood.
Silence in the Playground
Silence in the playground, silence in the streetsThough that's never true is it?
You swear you won't talk, when the teacher's out
But somehow when they leave, the chatting starts.
Playground, playground, playing in the playground
Jumping between tires, a rubber band across your back.
Skipping ropes, hula hoops, the french skipping rope
That no-one understands, so is turned into a train.
Sitting under the veranda, on a rainbow bright bench
Trading brighter stickers, with the exchange system
That seemed complex at the time, but less so now.
And, no I'm not trading that half unstuck one for a puffy!
Speed stacks, fastest on the playground,
When they weren't just collected up
To make the tallest tower, there ever could be
One cracked, but it was still worth it.
Silence in the playground, silence in the streets,
But that's never true is it?
Too much to do, too many games to play,
My only regret was leaving it behind.
Saturday, 16 April 2016
NaPoWriMo - Day 16!
Hi again guys! (I need to find another way to start these blog posts, don't I?) It's day 16, if only technically for me (teenagers stay up late, what can I say?)
Now, the prompt today (the almanac) didn't particularly interest me, because I hate filling out forms, but I did notice one part that interested me, and that was the idea of the alleyway, which I'm going to focus my poem on today.
That's what everyone knows.
There's bad people down the alleyway.
Everyone knows a friend of a friend
Who, at night, walked the wrong way
And ended up robbed, or worse.
So I keep to the main streets,
And keep away,
Because I'm sensible.
But then there's others
Who I know,
Who were perfectly fine.
I wonder what makes them so bad.
Sure there's graffiti, and it's dark.
But that's the same as everywhere.
Maybe it's just people
Not wanting to admit
They're being paranoid.
But I still want to be safe.
And I'm still much too scared.
To walk down the dark alleyway.
Now, the prompt today (the almanac) didn't particularly interest me, because I hate filling out forms, but I did notice one part that interested me, and that was the idea of the alleyway, which I'm going to focus my poem on today.
City Alleyways
Don't go down the dark alleywaysThat's what everyone knows.
There's bad people down the alleyway.
Everyone knows a friend of a friend
Who, at night, walked the wrong way
And ended up robbed, or worse.
So I keep to the main streets,
And keep away,
Because I'm sensible.
But then there's others
Who I know,
Who were perfectly fine.
I wonder what makes them so bad.
Sure there's graffiti, and it's dark.
But that's the same as everywhere.
Maybe it's just people
Not wanting to admit
They're being paranoid.
But I still want to be safe.
And I'm still much too scared.
To walk down the dark alleyway.
Friday, 15 April 2016
NaPoWriMo! - Day 15
Hi again! I'm halfway there (exams are next month, ouch) and I'm still chugging along! Today's theme is one of doubles. I don't really have much else to say, but enjoy the poem!
Thursday, 14 April 2016
Day 14 - NaPoWriMo!
Hi again guys! Two weeks into April, and I haven't given up yet! I found this theme really hard though. I've never been much of a rhyming person. Thankfully I had http://rhymezone.com/ and that really helped me make this poem, as I had to do a san san, which has quite an interesting rhyming pattern, as well as include the themes. Hopefully I did okay!
Though the music seems free,
Everything is planned, every note, everything.
A ritual of notes that may seem individual
But every note's in time to make a symphony.
The melody that I can never forget.
It makes me dance, leap and spring,
Music that seems free but the notes are set.
Calculating Music
Everything's calculated, a ritual,Though the music seems free,
Everything is planned, every note, everything.
A ritual of notes that may seem individual
But every note's in time to make a symphony.
The melody that I can never forget.
It makes me dance, leap and spring,
Music that seems free but the notes are set.
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