Mellifluous?
I’m furious!
How did I sign up for this?
So sweet a word
So hard a task
Checked the meaning
Had to ask.
Can I come up
with honeyed words?
Sweet’s not me
Don’t be absurd.
I’m taking rupi’s honeyed verse
Twisting it to something else.
Light and Bitter more my style
Sacharine sweet will take some guile.
I hope my verse is sonorous
And not the usual terse, gruff stuff.
Best a grumpy bloke can do
That’s me done.Have had enough.
Talk about a challenge! Today’s word of the day is Mellifluous. Not even sure I can spell it!
Today’s Word of the Day is Mellifluous.
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According to Rupi Kaur’s Milk and Honey the first boy who ever kissed her, at five, held her shoulders down like the handlebars of a bike. That’s not how I was with girls at five.
Light and Bitter, my spectacular and increasingly irritable attempt to write like Rupi, has a new poem today… The Kiss.
Negotiate a corner,
Negotiate a bend
Take it very careful
Get there in the end.
You have to find
The perfect line
The route that
Gets you round.
Take the corner
Far too hard
You’ll end up
Underground.
Taking it too widely
Could bring trouble too.
Negotiate it carefully
Take the perfect line
You’ll round the corner safely
And in perfect time.
Thanks Dee – Word of the day – Negotiate
My new Wattpad book Light and Bitter is an imitation, I almost said ‘irritation’, of Rupi Kaur’s best selling Milk and Honey so part one is about hurting because boys hurt too.
Suicide is the biggest single cause of death among young men in the UK and, if women are struggling to break the glass ceiling, there are plenty of men at the bottom of the heap, our prisons are stuffed with them.
I’m back to my roots today launching a new book on Wattpad.
Light and bitter will be a spectacular and increasingly impatient attempt to write in the style of instagram darling and best selling amazon poet Rupi Kaur.
First offering, a ditty in my more familiar style, ‘writing like rupi’.
Sometimes you have to lose it
To know what it really is.
Integrity;
Being one, whole person
A single face for all the faces
That you meet.
The danger is
You change your story
Tell it differently
Dishonestly
Each new ear you greet.
Things fall apart
A different you
In each new place;
A tangled life
Of straying feet.
Stumbling, falling
Coming apart.
Missing the Daily Prompt – Word of the Day, Integrity.
You gallivant about the joint
As if you own the place
Never offer any help
It’s frankly a disgrace.
I’d say you’re just a passenger
You’ve just come for the ride.
I get so angry sometimes
The anger’s hard to hide.
You’ll go gallivanting
And expect a welcome back
It’s me that’s left to do the work
And take up all the slack.
While you’re off gallivanting
Caught in your social whirl
It’s me that’s left to clear things up.
It makes me want to hurl!
via Gallivant
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