November 14th

Abandoned, bereft and left for dead

Unwanted, unloved and feeling unread

Disowned disestablished and with disregard

Balance offset and caught off guard

Failing at being a lyricist

Book remains unfinished

I’ve stuttered and stopped with bad timing

Left strapped with obvious rhyming

Packed in, packed up and gone to bed

Like I’m in the Cool Running’s bobsled

I’ve collapsed and let down all defences

Left with only bad film references

I’m Daniel Son getting kicked in the shin

And limping out, before the win

I’m Maverick hanging from a noose

Hoping to join his dead friend goose

I’m the Goonies being shot in their bellies

After being caught be the bad Fratellis

But wait that’s not how those films end

I’ve still got some disbelief to suspend

I’m back in the ring after some rest

I’m flying again with the ‘best of the best’

I’m escaping from One eyed Willies cave

I’m sucking it up and being brave

I’m getting back my talent to rhyme

I’m picking up my sled and crossing the line

November 13th

My life is full goodness waiting to be great

My life has become complicated of late

My life is passing by, waiting to explode

My life is a journey; I’m still finding the road

My life is complex but I smile everyday

My life being me, has become passé

My life is still but I am moving

My life still needs a little proving

My life is balance and constant poise

My life is continual background noise

My life is struggling to be the right size

My life is planned with daily improvise

My life is coloured by family and friends

My life is open to anyone that attends

My life has become more defined

My life is constantly redesigned

My life is on a page for you scorn

My life is relentlessly being reborn

My life is judged and features torment

My life, the future isn’t for comment

My life is waiting for me to succeed

My life is here for you to read

November 12th

I’m trying my best to be released

My focus is being increased

I’m trying to excel in new found flow

I’m trying to learn what I don’t know

I find myself anticipating

The problems faced when I’m creating

To the converted I feel I’m preaching

As you are listening to my teaching

It’s confusing, making my words meet

But it’s so close to being complete

I’m trying my best to comply

To bring a tear to a glass eye

To be meaningful and full of emotion

In my first experience of devotion

My writing has taken over my days

Brain crumbles as eyes glaze

I struggle to set my words free

Released from being in captivity

But I’ve told you all this before

Every time I take the floor

But I’ll keep going the way I know

And see what happens in the Gav show

November 11th

This year I’ve had thinking time

My writing bell has had chance to chime

I only hope next year can be as creative

And that productivity is non evasive

I’ve stumbled as I’ve etched my plan

I have tagged with my wit spray can

I’ve struggled with my continuity

And plodded on with ambiguity

I’ve been pleasantly surprised by reaction

And a victim of over abstraction

But my readers, devoted and loyal

Have kept my kettle on the boil

As towards the end we daily creep

It’s time for my tiny mind to steep

Time to plot out the next project

Time to ponder and to reflect

To think of what to do next year

Do I carry on being word puppeteer?

This year I have certainly stirred the beast

And I find I’m creatively increased

I know my writing days aren’t over

Literary is figuratively my four leaf clover

November 10th

I don't not have the qualifications

I am not technical support

I answer to my dad's frustrations

to 'make work' the things he's bought

He'll quickly make his choice

That he can't get things to work

you can hear it in his voice

That he's seconds from going berserk

He doesn't buy new things that often

he's not known as overly frugal

Slowly we're starting to soften

His complete inability to google

I take care of him and his fragility

I'll answer all his questions

we will make real his compatibility

and back up all his possessions

Dave, you suffer from techno fear

Take it from people that know you

No worries, I'll always be here

To help you and to show you

I haven't heard from him in a while

it's been days with out interruption

perhaps he's sat down with a smile

and discovered a book of instructions

November 9th

The end of the year is nearing

And a new one straight up ahead

my mind is wildly careering

And thinking of next year instead

this is a Gav reaction

Impossible to multi task

a different dangled distraction

unable to wear the 'now' mask

Each day I'm getting better

growing with my ability

I've gone and become a go getter

Whilst expanding my creativity

I've done much more with this project

Than I ever thought possible

I'm still hopeful of the prospect

of others finding me rhetorical

I'm taking my new found word science

and approaching it whole hearted

In an act of personal defiance

I'm going to finish something I started

November 8th

too much time on my own

too much time to think

need to be led and shown

to find the next life link

too much time on my hands

too much time to wonder

too much time to make plans

as through my thoughts I plunder

too much time by myself

I've become a thought collator

things placed on 'to do' shelf

In the folder marked 'a bit later'

too much time to dwell

too much time to remember

too many stories to retell

to help me become a contender

too many doubts in my head

too many reasons why not

I should just get out of bed

make the most of the time I've got

Too many opportunities past

to see how far I've come

it's now my turn at last

to pick up the gauntlet and run