#NaPoWriMo day 30

It is finished. The end is upon us and the terrain of new beginnings is about to be traversed. Today is the last day of April and by virtue the end of NaPoWriMo. It has been a really interesting challenge that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed. Thank you for riding with me. This blog will not be falling beyond the veil to an ignominious death. NaPoWriMo is over but this blog will continue. On that promise to the last poem, enjoy…

Feeding Wolves

A dead wolf can not raise claws
to clash and cut
a live wolf strong from feeding and exercise.
A wolf wearing rib cages on its outsides
is as capable of clashing and cutting
as a dead one.

Your righteousness is well ornamented with bones.
Muscle atrophy eating away at holiness.
You are too weak to carry out your purpose.

There is no love in starvation.
No honour in animal cruelty.
No wisdom in withholding providence.
It is profiting to feed the wolf
charged to protect you.


#NaPoWriMo day 29

It is the penultimate day of NaPoWriMo! It’s almost over, but not yet so no emotional farewells as of yet. Let’s get into today’s musically inspired piece, free doughnut for the (first) person who can tell me what song the piece is inspired by. With that in mind enjoy…

Blue Places

When the blessing takes to long
that’s when you go wrong.

Do you smile in blue places?
All teeth, mouth open
no more resistance
the eviction of air successful.

Do you extradite smiles
so that inside, there are no blue places?
No salt water saturating cells with death.

That frown means you don’t breathe drowning,
it is still an oxygen killer.

Dead of brain,
waiting for blessing
when the blessing is waiting.

#NaPoWriMo day 28

“A prophet is not without honour except in his own town”. First poetry escapade in my home town of Croydon and this is all that’s going around mi old head. Stress. But that’s not why you are here beautiful stranger, your eyes have graced this page for some poetry. So enough rambling, enjoy…

Smile Below Pigeons 

I do not think the cart should go before the horse,
but you should.
So the importance of putting others above yourself,
can be pressed into you fourfold.

Humility is not a painless lesson,
just a good one.

No one likes to think of a pigeon,
flying closer to the stars than they are.
Reaching for the impossible better than them.

After the flailing,
everyone accepts it.

#NaPoWriMo day 27

I had a Photoshoot today with the STA squad, peng tings only. Enjoy today’s poem…

Green Eyes 

Living green beyblade,
your eyes dart they don’t spin
but there is a great spirit inside them.
I don’t think it’s a dragon,
though it has wings.
It’s a bird, giant
with me trapped in its pinions.

#NaPoWriMo day 26

It was a great privilege to get to be on a performance workshop led by Adrian Lester today (yes, THAT Adrian Lester). Super cool dude who really knows his stuff. I think there are workshops that you do which are great but don’t have an impact that resonates on you or your work for a particularly long time. This was not one of those, food for thought that will digest into change. Moving on from that dodgy metaphor into the poem, which is comprised of sentences all noted down from conversation at a pub after said workshop. This is new territory for me, but it was fun and the sentences you collect from conversations is so interesting in isolation. I have a few odd ones in the notebook now, but for you the ones that make a poem, enjoy…

Pub Conversations 


Were you just testing?

No, that’s just wrong. Did you see the nature programme?

Why are you like this?

Naked ladies walking in the undergrowth.

That’s just spooky.

Why do I always give too much information?
Shut up woman!

I’m nervous.
Why are you like this?

#NaPoWriMo day 25

I hope you learnt something today. Whether your day was interesting, terrible, challenging, fun or uneventful, I hope you learned something. I promise that’s as close as I’ll get to those quotes under instagram posts that have no relation to the image. Anyway, poetry, enjoy…

British Values. Blank Paper. 

How do you know when a blank sheet of paper is face down?
From the lies everyone tells you about the other side.

They asked me if I knew what British values were.
I said that I didn’t. Asked if they were compiled somewhere.

He pointed at a face down sheet of paper,
told me of all the great British values.

Told me of the other side.

#NaPoWriMo day 24

Today has been a long but fun day, so I’m really tired. Had a lot of fun recording some of my poetry today, so look forward to some audio from your boy. But for now enjoy me written word and today’s piece…


All black, two brown stripes.
Converse. Just the shoe box.
No shoes. No tissue paper,
empty. I wonder if it thinks
the same looking at me. All
black. Human. Just the body.
No soul. No heart, empty.