Day the sixteenth

Today the prompt it to praise in the superlative. I may have turned this upside down . . .

you

your hair is oily and rank
your teeth are black and broken
your oxters are ripe and most dank
and your smile is a useless wee token
your nails are filthy and blackened
your knees are scabbed over with scale
your sneezing should never have happened
and your breath is rancid and stale
you don't wear a coat when it's raining
you don't wear a scarf in the snow
your chatter is not entertaining
and you spread misery wherever you go

Day the ninth

Today the challenge is a concrete poem, where the physical shape reflects the subject, or tries to!

Dripping


when
it is
raining
the
water
runs off
my hat
and
drips
into
my boots.

Day the fifth

Today we are given twenty prompts but I have chosen just one - to write of the future, to make a prediction.


One day

And one day, when this is all over,
We shall sing together again;
We shall join our voices and drown out
The sound of raindrops on the parched ground.
And one day, when this is all over,
We shall meet and smile at each other;
We shall embrace our past and erase
The teardrop traces for a world in thrall
To the strident demands of power and
Money, and we shall reclaim this our land.

Day the fourth

Today the prompt is to base a poem around a remembered image from a dream.

Rainstorm

The road is long, it stretches from the cross
to the motorway bridge
And I have to walk it every day, once one way
and once the other.
In my dreams the road never ends, I have to
keep on walking
Walking, walking, with the raindrops running
Down my neck.
My coat gets more and more soaked and the
water runs into my shoes,
Soaking my socks and sending shivers back
up to my knees.
My hands become wrinkled and waxy, not able
to grip or articulate,
And the perpetual rain keeps running down and
dripping off my nose.