October 31st

she bought me vodka to quench my desire

but it's only served to fuel my fire

She bought me vodka which she's never done before

and now she's chosen to explore

the darker side of lighter drinking

the smarter side of heavy thinking

She bought me vodka as a surprise

which will open up her eyes

she's taken to drinking it herself

and left the wine life on the shelf

She bought me vodka as a gift

to expose the flowing world of swift

and give her day a fruity lift

and fuse our growing drinking rift

She bought me vodka and mixers to drink

narrowing my aim to wider think

giving me more reasons to clink

and less liquid to pour down the sink

she bought me vodka the tasty kind

which is hard to get off my mind

and hard to turn an eye that's blind

a drink that's ferment refined

with that vodka in my freezer

It's hard to play the sober geezer

My mind finds it hard to compute

reasons not to drink raspberry absolute

She bought me vodka because she's a giver

with no respect for my liver

October 30th

I'm stuck today, my words ain't flowing

My internal spark isn't glowing

The wind through my head just isn't blowing

It's getting harder each day

My writing freedom has been taken

My mind takes time to awaken

My bending thoughts start to straighten

In the same old usual way

I'm struggling with what's in store

but pleased with all I've done before

My fun has become a chore

The enjoyment's been castaway

please ignore my personal disagreement

I'll keep on top of my achievement

And stray from possible bereavement

Just happy to have my say

So until I sell out my arena

Until the writing grass gets greener

Until I'm viewed as literary ballerina

I'll just go from day to day

October 29th

people have routines planned out in their head

Happy to be taken where ever they're led

unaware of their repetition crime

doing daily tasks at the same time

thrust into corporate society

duties carried out exactly, politely

never feeling need to make changes

thinking difference is fraught with dangers

but what would happen if you stood out

instead of whispers you begin to shout

You cast the first stone, make the first move

start dancing to your own groove

Interested in opinions but not negativity

concerned with empathy not with pity

discovering our similarities not differences

Gently voicing opinions not sitting on fences

Learning lessons from all situations

developing courtesy and inner patience

celebrating all victories no matter the size

opening ears and opening eyes

happy with living to what life affords

and acquisition of non monetary rewards

move from your doorstep to locally discover

realise that no one man is greater than any other

activate the things that mean something to you

benefit from beauty at full face value

You've got to chance it and make your move

And use each day to continually improve

October 28th

Most days spent poetry thinking

combined with copious coffee drinking

during my days of poetry blogging

I'm constantly internally monologuing

I've heard it's not good for your health

To over think too much to yourself

But if your reading my worry is offset

As you are here to aid and abet

If I spoke all my thoughts out loud

I'd be rushed away from the growing crowd

And left to dribble in an asylum

Or ferried back to Wight Island

I'm starting to fall out with me

And with myself disagree

So my readers please accept great thanks

As I'm struggling with cranium angst

For my previous ways I'm being chastised

But I can see the greater good, the bigger prize

I've dropped a stitch in my minds crochet

As thoughts are flicked into my minds ashtray

So I continue searching for each synonym

To keep my thoughts from inner deafening

As I'm conquering my day dedication

I'm longing for actual conversation

October 27th

So it's five years further down the line

and everything fits my life design

good job, happy house and wife

Settling down for the simple life

Money's no worry, financially sound

Heads in the clouds, feet on he ground

My writing's being published regularly

Poetry enjoyment is in ascendancy

Book picked up and sold well

I sold out to make the big sell

Our home, a cosy spacious cottage

With energy saving bulbs of low wattage

Full wine cellar, full pantry, full parlour

Got myself a landscape gardener

All family live in close proximity

A stocked up library to aid productivity

Earned so much money from my last exhibition

That I'm allowed Sky sports in high definition

In high demand so choose the work I do

If you don't have a dream, your dream can't come true

October 26th

Down the street and through the door

To a place I've been many times before

Formally a place where friends unwind

But a drinking companion is hard to find

Where 'we' had frequented Saturdays noon

It's now just 'I' to beer consume

Nights of frivolity flowingly filled

Good times spent much ale spilled

New years night and many evenings

Spent filling floors and raising ceilings

A lick of paint and chairs rearranged

Fails to disguise that nothings changed

Paying the price in Lonely Town

is purchasing a cheaper round

I'd have no problem in buying the beer

If I could have a few old friends here

Much time passed and many barrels changed

In my local pub feeling estranged

One seat, one place and one pint please

Struggling with Quiz machine expertise

I'm covering music and general knowledge

But suffering from a history haemorrhage

Lacking in quizzical self esteem

Not enough friends for a pub quiz team

Last question, shout out if you know it

Who's the guy on his own, trying to be a poet?

October 25th

In the drama studio of my senior school

I was propping up my fake cool

Our first exchange, an argument

Over your dodgy Scottish accent

We hit it off instantly

And got on easily

From register to leaving bell

People’s lives became a living hell

No one was excused from our ‘mick’ taking

Laughing til our bellies aching

We settled in to avoiding lessons

In the girls school delicatessens

We didn’t waste our years of teen

We borrowed the new fog machine

Convinced them we needed it as a prop

But then just turned it on and it didn’t stop

Somehow punishment was escaped

And our future had been shaped

We stop at nothing and no one

To make sure we had some fun

To college we were eventually lured

Thinking that we’d both matured

We collated our writing powers

What's yours was yours what’s mine was ours

We focused slightly on non-conformance

Producing our greatest performance

We has a great time digging our scene

I think about you every Halloween

And forever, at least in my eyes

You’ll be Morecombe, I’ll be Wise