Yes, I realise I haven’t posted in a long time and when I did it was not incredibly interesting to say the least. Well, anyway, for those of you that might see this, I wrote two new poems over the past two days. Both are a bit gloomy and if I’m honest, I’m not really happy with either of them. But the internet has taught that it is always better to get some second opinions and criticism.
I drown again
in the whirlpool of life,
and unable to stop.
Caught, and faith abandoned;
charred remains litter the bedside,
lonely and forgotten.
Fuelled by history
and ignited with a phrase;
what have you
and I become.
It was only written yesterday and has had minimal editing. So please, all criticism welcome.
The Single Malt
A single malt,
aged about 27 years;
You should be ripe,
but instead you’re bitter.
The cork cracked
and crumbled away;
The label faded
and you forgot who you were.
Reputation and friends
Your flavour to strong,
for them to bare.
Now you’re lonely,
untouched and unloved.
a time long gone.
This has had barely been edited. Let me know what you think. I realise neither are in my normal style of writing, but I praise my sudden poetry revival. I won’t lie, I can hardly remember the last time I wrote. So, watch this space… I suppose.
Officially I have a job, but I’m still waiting on a start date. My CRB (Criminal Record Bureau) check has come through so all I’m waiting for is an appointment with Occupational Health. So while I’ve been waiting, I’ve been working on a certain site and have been putting way too much effort into it. It’s lead me into an over the top in depth look at military ranks, awards and decorations. It also means I’ve been creating fictional posts and awards for people involved in the site.
Admiral Mike Lewis
And here is also an imaginary ribbon bar of the various awards I would have liked to have given myself, but have scaled back for the site.
Did you know that there was also a pennant called the Gin Pennant which was flown to invite officers from ships in company to drinks.
It’s been a bit of a crazy start to the new year for me, but I’m confident as ever that this is my YEAR!!
It started with the usual drunken New Years celebrations and a job application to be a Funeral Director. That’s right, A Funeral Director. Unfortunately I wasn’t selected for an interview (Not sure if that is a good or bad outcome), but I did get a job interview for a hospital that is 2 hours journey from me. I’m really hoping to get this job, so please wish me luck.
I’m still writing away. This includes the story I started for NaNoWriMo. I’ve also started work on a little side project. It’s mainly an animation series about a group of British superheroes mixed with comical elements. We’ll see how it pans out.
I also hope to writing more poetry this year. I had a major lull in my poetry due to my confinement of one area. I normally write best when on long journeys or on long walks. Getting this job will help that.
Anyway, I hope you all have a good year and we’ll see how it goes!
When I was working, I used to go out drinking every weekend and sometimes during the week. I could always handle my drink. I’d have up to 12 pints and enjoy myself and get home safe and sound. However, the last two weekends I seem to have lost this ability. The week before last I did this:
Last weekend I ended up dressed like this:
What I am trying to say is that I’m not feeling in control of my life anymore. Another big tell-tale sign is when I have mundane dreams. If reality becomes to hectic for me, my dreams become more and more mundane. The other day I dreamt I was buying ink cartridges for my printer. In another dream I was on the phone to a friend arranging a time to see the new Tenacious D movie…
However, I’m sure that now Rob is back to look after me, I’ll be getting back on track. He was away in Bognor for the weekend. I know he’ll sort me back into normality.
Now I shall leave you with a poem I found this morning. Do not be alarmed about the title. I wrote it in code.
and heavy hands
with my broken soul
and rare smile;
I’ll rule this town,
but not today.
You’ll rue the day
we ever met.