The Begining

A few years ago I had a brain fart.
I began to write 30 second poetry. The idea was to freewrite poems, refrain from editing or fixing the grammar and see what happened.
The results were remarkable. The few people I had the courage to show... seemed to really like the poems. The poems were not rigid or fashioned. Just free thoughts that seemed to subside deep in the self conscious. I had the idea to save the poems and publish them as a book. An acquaintance said it would make the perfect book for the toilet as the poems were so succinct and though provoking.
However like most people do with great ideas , I procrastinated. Until I saw him mention the same idea on Facebook recently. Which motivated me to get my A** into gear.
So here we go every day for one year I am going to blog a 30 second poem . At the end of it I will have 365 poems that will hopefully be thoughtful, at the very least they should be interesting.

The Rules:

There are no rules the poems may be written in 30 seconds or 15 seconds or they may in fact take up to a few minutes. The point is I will not stop to think; they will be pure freestyled poems. One whole thought pattern submitted to the page without pause for reason or caution.

That's all.

Oh P/S I am going to make this post show first but after that the posts will show with the latest first and count backwards as you scroll down, that is just the way the site works.

I hope you enjoy.

The Teddy bear has evil eyes.


He stares me down, he is angry.

Sundays are for...

Sleeping in

Aspirin

Vacuuming

Cleaning out the garage

Procrastination

Thinking about visiting family

Not visiting family

Smoking weed

Hanging out the washing

Bringing in the washing because of rain

Funk music

Dishes

Roasts

Movies

Masturbating

Walking away

I thought I was free, but the he captured me again.


The sneaky bastard came in from the side.

Waving the, “you deserve me sign”.

I was drinking - temptation was heightened.

There was no one around to so I walked up the road to find him.

He was sitting behind the counter of the alcohol store with the dodgy Chinese man.

I felt vindicated at the time but in the morning he was sitting out on the kitchen table.

Laughing at me, I knew he would be one of those friends whose overnight turned into a few weeks.

I had to get rid of him but how?

In a bin I left him and walked off regretfully.

I think about him sometimes but am happier without him.

Green Tea

The green tea is inertia.

A cigarette would suffice… but that seems feeble.

Health is the marketplace of the vain.

The dreads of suburbia jog the Lego lined pavements.

Designer tracksuits wave freely in the air revealing tanned muscular bodies.

Break them, I must, force feed them a burger.



I feel so unloved I could eat for days.

Or better yet drink.

A toast to me.

My wretched self.

Microwave

One of the team leaders at work feels it’s necessary to ring a bell to let his team know it is break time.
Like - after months of working here they can’t figure it out.
“Come on cows it’s milking time”!!!!!!
Damn this workplace makes me feel like a child!!
“Excuse me Sir… can I go to the toilet?”


Organised control has my temples churning.
I want to break technology and run away into the wild.
Bury my face in a book, not Facebook.
Wi Fi, Infrared, HD, 3G, killing me.
How long will it be before our brains adapt to pick up these signals without a device?
LOL, WTF?
Even language was been LOST 
Our technology is sending us bonkers.

A river with a raft, flowers, and a cat, a lovely, girl a child and maybe some chickens, that’ll do me.
But instead I opt in for Outlook, Google, GPS, and Blue Ray.

Won’t someone join me away from the flashing LED lights?
In that seldom place where we can actually enjoy the stars.
Progress, they say.
When will we stop being proud and instead become humble?
Yes we can build a tower of gold, but like Babel, with a click, it could all fall down.
Run away with me and we shall recall when it was all so simple.

1st

The first time...better make it good.
At the very least it should be better than a gravel road in Ti Point.
The excitement overshadowed by the wretched nerves and the flesh peeling off my pimpled naked back.
What was I thinking?
What were YOU thinking?
That moment never to be returned - no amount of hindsight can make it candle lit.

I cringe.