Be true to yourself.
With a half full glass.
Never get worried if you ain’t got enough brass.
Write it down and say it loud.
Always remember you’re uniquely individual, be proud.
Never become just one of the crowd.
Challenge yourself every day however small.
So tomorrow you can hold your head up and walk tall.
What was the last live performance you saw?
Not necessarily the last live performance I’ve seen, but the last one I saw in the West End.
What just looks like a “duke box” musical is anything but. It’s a good of men socialising and interacting with each other and singing songs. A story about friendship and camaraderie. Playful and funny at the same time. The audience becomes part of the show.
Depending upon the theatre you can interact before the show by going onto the stage and getting a beer at the bar. Yes it’s a real bar. The performers even come into the stage mingling with the audience. So, the performance feels like you’re in your local bar/pub.
The quality of the singing is astounding. The choice of songs perfectly selected. If you love musical theatre you will love the performance. If you don’t like musical theatre and it’s not your bag, well you’ll be in for a surprise.
But hey, it’s just my opinion.
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Deep fake
Fake news
Never knowing what is real
Like treading on a banana peel
Image of that celebrity kissing a goat
They’ll make us believe owt
Media must be true must be clear
Videos correct never lie
Like pomegranate and marmite beer
The world is like the novel 1984
Big bother (not that we know who he/she is) brining fake news to our door
What’s history today is obliterated tomorrow
George Orwell’s forecast is it coming true
Lie and untruths stick like glue
No one know what real or fake
Like this poem that’s a mistake
War that’s not a war
Friend that becomes a foe
Then the foe that’s now a friend like before
We can’t see what’s behind the door
Fake news making us intellectually poor
So, mark my words on this 31st day
What you’ve read is it true or fake
What’s seen as fake could be true
What you perceive as truth is it really true
I’ll leave it here for you to ponder
Look over there look over yonder
See what you see, read what you read
So much confusion it will make your ears bleed
Truthful lies, fortunate fake
Beware………..
La fin “, Fin
El fin,lFinal
Das Ende, Finale
Fine, Conclusione
Owari (終わり ), Ketsumatsu (結末 )
Jieshu (结束 )Wán (完)
Конец (Konyets )النهاية (Al-nihaya )
Fim
Slut
And so, it’s the end
The final farewell
The conclusion to NaGloPoWriMo
It’s been a blast
A bit of fun
For everyone taking part
Sorry to say today is the END
Time to write a poem
But I need a spark of creativity
A phrase or idea
Or just a solitary word
Time to write a poem
Something that exciting
Should I write a sonnet
That Shakespeare made so popular
Time to write a poem
Maybe a very old style Villanelle
originated from France
Made up of 19 lines; five stanzas of three lines (tercet) followed by a stanza of four lines (quatrain).
Too complex bloody hell
Time to write a poem
Maybe an ode to someone dear
But will they ever read it
If they do I’ll cry in my beer
Time to write a poem
A limerick one will do
One about my dog names Bruce
I lost his lead now he’s loose
I chased him and stood in his poo
Time to write a poem
I don’t want to write a Elegy
That type will be the death of me
Surprise I’ll write an Acrostic one
Time to write a poem
Oh gawd where do I begin
Just write what comes to mind
That’s a great idea i think I’ll win
Doctor Seuss’s “Cat in the hat”
Knew the “Tiger who came to tea”
At the house of “The Teeny tiny woman”
She screamed” There’s an hippopotamus on my roof eating cake”
Tea was delayed due to “ Mr Bill and the runaway sausages”
So they shouted “Pass the jam Jim”
They wanted fruit not jam so the asked “James and the giant peach”.
It was full of holes made by the “Very hungry caterpillar”
Then they wanted to fry the fruit so asked “Lizzy Dripping”
So that’s what they did with “Each, peach pear plum”
They had eaten that much that “The dinosaur that pooped a princess”
She demanded “I want my potty”
Typical “Princess smartypants”
Then “There’s cat in the hat comes back”
And said “Time for bed little tiger”
They all then enjoyed “Five minutes peace”
THE END
What’s your favourite children’s book?
Yeah, right, really
Whatever, as if I’m interested
Not bothered
Apathetic in a negative way
Never knowing what it’s about
Procrastinating in a positive way
To make sure nothing gets done today
But why, where and when
Never interested before
Not interested now
Nor will I ever be
Yeah, right, really.
I need to read
I need to choose a book
Fiction or fact I do not know
Consult my book shelf, here I go
I have a few I’ve yet to read
The genre I need to plant the seed
It need to grown my enthusiasm
Crime or sci-fi, thriller or emotional overload
Do I pick a book I’ve read before
A revisit to a story that I know start middle and end
Or select an author to read like being with an old friend
Or go off-piste and discover someone new
Or shall I randomise my choice
I’ll go with shelf four, book seven from the left
But I know that shelf is full of crime thrillers
Ian Rankin, Lee Child, David Mark, Danielle Ramsay, Helen Aitchison and Peter James
But tonight I’ll choose one by Matt Haig
Something contemporary his poignant Midnight Library
But any of the above and othered not listed
Crime, mystery or random and twisted
It’s a book in the end a story to read
Escapism, and being lost I’m mine and the authors imagination
Or I could just go to bed as I’m tired.
When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?
Every time I get into my car to drive somewhere is a risk. I mitigate the risks by the way I drive. Yet, you still have to avoid others who drive like they are on a PlayStation or Xbox console. Everyone seems to dive as if they have a right of way. Aiming for the central speed bump that straddles both carriage ways, so half their car is head on to the incoming traffic. Cutting corners at junctions and T junctions when it’s impossible to see what’s coming, yet it’s becoming the norm. As is driving at speed towards a junction in the hope there’s a gap in the traffic so they don’t have to stop.
It’s dog eat dog, everyone for themselves out there. So, unless you are one of those “get off on taking unnecessary risks”, drivers take care.
If you are one of those risk takers, don’t wait till you’ve had a bad crash before you start reducing the risks from your driving to yourself and others.
My tech has gone down
My sandwich and cake went down nicely
My tech has crashed
I think all that fort for high tea as made me crash
Those micro chips aren’t working
Too many chips eaten so no work getting done for the rest of today
My hard drive is slow
I’ll have to drive home slowly to stop being sick
My USB stores my data
I fancy a KFC, but maybe later
Cache temporarily storage layer speeds thing up
I hope I have enough cash for a Costa coffee in a cup
The connected server backs up my files
The server brings my coffee with a smile
The CPU processes data the brain of my computer
Nigh tea’s not the same without her
Laptops handy and mobile tonight
When I say her I mean the wife
It’s crashed it’s frozen, so’ my wireless LAN
I’ve given up on high tea, I’m having toast and Jam.
There’s an elephant in my pyjamas
It’s wearing yellow trainers
His pink ones are in the wash
And the bananas he has squashed
There’s an elephant in my pyjamas
He’s dancing a samba
I take photos of him with my camera
But he’s to quick for me to get him in focus
There’s an elephant in my pyjamas
He’s getting rather hungry
Fast food he wants and begs
But I only offer him a sausage roll from Greggs
There’s an elephant in my pyjamas
He’s gone dizzy and fallen over
I hire a crane to lift him up
But it has to come from Dover
There’s an elephant in my pyjamas
He’s jumped out into my room
He’s friends with the Gruffalo
The Barbie’s and the witch on a broom
There was an elephant in my pyjamas
Now is sat with my elf
He’s in the book I’m reading
Which I’ve now put on my bookshelf
You can’t always get the context of a poem or story till the end. But the journey it takes you on makes the difference. Like a crime novel or drama, you want you know how it ends, but at the same time you want the suspense to keep you motivated and interested. The Elephant in my pyjamas, is intended to do that. To take you on a journey believing the person to have an elephant in their pyjamas. Or at the very least to be dreaming, hallucinating or just using psychedelic imagination. When all along it’s a children’s book hidden in a child’s bed/pyjamas that eventually gets put back in the bookcase. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it.
BRIAN MACK 