I did film my guest set (I've fallen out with so many it was like reading at my own funeral) but it's my legs only!
I did go into a depression that January after the slot. In fact I thought that was it. It's over for my poetry.
And then 22nd of February just like a switch being turned on. Wrote about eight. Here's the last five.
Don't go looking for an overarching theme. Keep limbs close by. Thanks for reading! Create content!
1. Irwin Allen's Quest To View The Submarines
2. Nora, Now What Could?
3. Written Out The Gold Rush
4. Alphabet Court Papers Small Playlet
5. A Cult Without Drawbridges
1. Irwin Allen's Quest To View The Submarines
By Norus_Rebirthed
The compressed rock of that submarine
That can now laugh in the face
Now explained original plan
How forecast an "entire week"
Before glutenous Saturday
Wafted enough from eyes to go "What?..."
And what must the brave crew
Trapped in plastic bag sealed
Can stretch it's franchise into a series?
Commander direct line to a President
Advised, "Tell of salaries and progression!"
Fired one torpedo scientist adjust glasses
Her designs for plans of weapons psychic
"Look how far you've come since the last plan"
"Think of the footfall towards a mountain"
"Picture the corners turned and importantly
Every second passes faster if silently"
Hands on table both knees raised!
Relax, was making sure you weren't
Carrying anything dangerous up sleeve
"Don't think about nakedness"
We've done this! Back of table
There used to be these clubs
In the nineteen eighties onwards
Now dancefloors so empty
Dealing at table seems a private club
With own alcohol on the premises
The borrowed time was a night and dream
To a crumbled rock submarine
Weapon barrel giant now cool for touch
With one hand crewman's fingers
Onto the metal scruff up
With tips regulations insist
Should have been washed off immediate
The compressed rock of a submarine
Fighting its own existence
If forever holds
Then never wrote
If continually used
Then keep seeing the Submarines
Being taken apart
Tinier pieces halved.
2. Nora, Now What Could?
By Norus_Rebirthed
Before the day passed you saw my eyes flash
In the bag that controls and close by everyone knows
How you lie it's all gone smiling
But how I prove most things are lying
Genuine interaction comes from own family
As most friends scared away
Sun is going and idea that small pieces
Make up features of a mask
Or as close to a face
Everything is looking and smiling at you
All you need first is to look for the eyes
And that's a lie but pretty dance
That's conceit or a lifeline
Or is that cheeky for the drowning?
"You rang?" Husband never planned
And far too happy to answer why
Has a face in a bag
That's begging not to be let out
What's complicated about complicit
Is when it's held up to a picture
Not a single idea changed in Movie history
So they repeated it again
Soon everyone tired only misery portrayed
And eyes in the bag of love
Do you promise to link it all up?
Everything written show the exact line
Which reveals the journey from here to your side?
And how it never had cause for name
How in the bag couldn't hear what's saying
Got there just in time for the suffocation
Life preserving skills at time escaped me
Not dead or real but still tormenting
The sky purple and night increasing
And never again these eyes
In the packet and why
The first cure was appetite
And the power of the fists
Cutlery knives
Ate the way down
Because it wasted such time
Spent talking into face
Bare debris rearranged
Just by picking it down
Until both eyes what are saw
The eyes are long gone
But what they promised
Instead replaced with:
"Now what could?".
3. Written Out The Gold Rush
By Norus_Rebirthed
The deadlines invented to extend more time
Which seemed controllable because it's all it had left
Clean garment plan but still the scrub not at hands
That has to change tonight left it late
First impression best if used as launch pad
Can still look in the eye remember the side
Tension of holding it all in
During conversation interrupted
Louder voice unprepared shock
Nothing like that if apologising
More of an impact when shown made amends
Another world to keep separate
And takes up more of your time
What is this latest series of goodbyes?
Never mind the apple,
Who told you about deadlines?
Only believe it's finite
Because instructed by a cabinet
With folders bursting of violence
And hadn't finished Trident
Because the latest update clashes with implant
Watched the balloon and reactions to
Beamed around world to make easier to do
Create an impression but a sideshow
And have nothing to do with
Just another deadline go past sight
The change is continual
And on levels an improvement
Be such fool to miss
Keep it all checked
Business as usual in other words
So to make sure understood correct
If you fail, written out the gold rush
And live to read the book until death.
4. Alphabet Court Papers Small Playlet
By Norus_Rebirthed
Everything that doesn't exist
Can always cure world peace
It's these dreams significant
In the progress of proposals centered
Around beneficial yet still oppressive
And oppression exists as concept sensitive
All forgotten how bright the lights
And the noises toxic odours impound
As the research shows not a single one
Actually managed to bring the ship down
But history gets more fuzzily when
Books taken ordered from shelves
By an in-Chief looking to keep
Back on track an unfinished tale
Being alive but in flight
Burning caused running hard
Cars didn't save them
Cursing soon overtook noise
Carefully always one playing mortality
Captured during an operation to
Clear out surviving evidence catching whom
Commons statement hands appear clean
Detectives go beyond their badge
Down governments and power if plan
Dominates enough and starts the cogs
Designed to rip inside out workings of
Democracy so openly saying "They never wanted us"
Diary of incriminate planted in significant
Encouraged by headlines, a surfer-by
Emails the Court headings to a possible bride
Enough of honesty now it's back to lies
Evil if only money from vulnerable hands
Entertainment complete stranger in a massive court
Especially a case that nearly bought crown!
Foreman, will you let the Jury sit?
Foregone, must hear all evidence first
Fornication, most emotive not in these cases
Forgiveness is a guidance used as weapons into chains
Fulfilment of required laws of doubts and second thoughts
Forget what have just read and go along with loudest
Government, where is your representative?
Gunman, prise open all your contacts
Gullible, those conned used to for your own benefits
Guilty, the least could be said of you
Give me an eternity of bench and I believe
Genuinely will never see more wretched case
Home Office to drop in selected
How management never left fingerprint mess
Hurtling at speeds when it happens to
Help their resources increase again through
Houses strong while others are just
Huts in the mud in the eyes of Lords
House of Commons still has such distance
Inquiry price worth medicines for a town
Insist the blame recognised to a crowd
Instigate hatred make the face
Ingrained associate whenever sound made
Interrupting whatever currently saying
Interrogation deep of culprit probably
Just enough! Stop! Could go on
Jealousy or more complex illness
Jeopardy bought more tea parties
Jiving to beautiful records of art
Justice at its best whatever could do or want
Jokes on whoever never has you or was in charge
Kids, are you getting there's nothing left in your palms?
5. A Cult Without Drawbridges
By Norus_Rebirthed
What is this with smaller
Cut off because unable to contain
Or just chance glimpsed utopian plains
From outside looking at plank of wood
Onto which the drawing plans traced
Before of all that question stopped tracks
Isn't this from above saw as running away?
Behind fences and walls so called humanity
Care establish and still police
Those sneaking into for a better life
Than own guinea pig inhabitants
This isolated cluster of huts
Floor, walls and roofs craft
Hardened from winds and light from
Negates most of the flood
Will cause little harm in an earthquake
Designed support folds to reinforce structure
And if senators risk assess
What if accident one child is crushed?
Offer shares and reply "Why care?...
... that's what your governance usually does!"
So the right to just bye-bye
A cult without drawbridges or towers
With no idea of invite
All into one area to establish
A land which needs never policing
But can establish a health system
A community of trusting held belief system in them
By a single thought of a reachable goal
In the desert? What land?
You cannot take but if you did
It would have to be through arrangements
From all walks they group
Declared this was their land
And for proof began construction
Of their city designed
To needless ever a policeman
But still harmony of a nurse
Cut off from economy
Constitutional anarchy
Every idea looks crackpot
Until it starts their bombing
They had to mention there's molestation
To get attention from people back then
They had to include molestation in the web
Used to explain troops what remained
Were back in service again
The new land taken with all hands
They found the drawing board with plans
Which reached highest office enough
The Despot would-be elected smiled
Let something else do the adjustments
And they could present it
And it wouldn't take a single term
To have that cut off and smaller plan
Used to cattle men who in turn
Praised every step made until learned
Of the blood drained as they slept at night
And somewhere locked in storage
The original drawing board plans
A blood ribbon binding enclosed tight
Airless transparent box in a dark grey safe
Combination over the shoulder thrown eventually.