Retailing It Like It Is

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Hi, you!

I had no one particular in mind when I wrote the following, but it is definitely akin to the sentiments I

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would have in my younger days at work in various retail establishments!  It was ‘reduce’ that got me thinking along these lines, and I just had fun with it from there 😀

(I had to look up ‘recondite’, but thankfully it didn’t send me off course).

 

 

Reduce   Flood   Billowy   Week   Knee   Paint   Natural   Smash   Recondite

My gun, poised:

I wish I could

Reduce his damn head

With my stickers!

 

I imagined the flood

Of the blue-tinged words

I had inside

Crashing into him.

 

Him: falling to the floor.

Me: victorious, with gun

Held aloft.

                   *Battle cry*

Wind in my billowy hair…

 

But it’s just another week.

I’m here on bended knee,

Begging paint to stack,

While acting natural.

 

One fist is all –

One lucky SMASH

Of bone and gristle!!

It would just take ONE…

 

I’ll be famous soon

Look down on this –

This – recondite man

And his poxy empire.

 

That’ll show him.

 

Scribbles

Have you ever felt like this at work? That all-consuming rage merrily bubbling up inside you but knowing you must smile at customers (your eye twitching, slightly) and act like you are not, actually, someone who could snap at any moment?!

I’d love to read your stories in the comments…!

 

 

 

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Popular Guilt

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Hey there 😉

After the nice couple yesterday, we are back to the darker side of life today, I’m afraid!  The first and last word kinda sealed that deal, don’t you think?

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The first two lines came to me, then I had to quickly build a scenario for why they would be said.  ‘Drops’ then dictated the tense I would have to use for the rest of the poem.

This read as a reporting as-it-happened style, so that made me think of the media and how it collects soundbites (the first two lines could be a soundbite).  Journalists have to flirt sometimes to get people to say things they can use, don’t they…?

Then I needed blood to be spilt, somehow…

 

Guilty   Popular   Drops   Stiff   Fuel   Sexiest   Blunder   Seducer   Bleeder

“He was only guilty

Of being popular”

Sobs his mother

As she drops the red rose.

 

No stiff upper lip

At this gathering;

Yet more fuel

For the thirsty media.

 

“He was always voted

As the sexiest”

A doe-eyed girl

Is heard to blunder.

 

The cocky journalist

In the leather jacket

Swaggers past:

A pressing seducer.

 

The shots take everyone

By complete surprise.

 

That leather number

Covers the first bleeder.

Scribbles

I had in the back of my mind the idea of popularity being linked to American high school students, so a gun being involved for ‘bleeder’ was not much of a stretch (unfortunately).

The male journalist getting easy fodder for his articles by chatting up saddened young ladies, who had been a little in love with the popular lad who had died, seemed an easy fit, too.

 

I’ve watched too much CSI, Castle, Buffy, Charmed, Medium, Ghost Whisperer & co in my time, obviously 😉

Let me know in the comments what scene this word selection conjured for you!

 

 

 

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Finding The One

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Hello!

How are these for a bewildering smatter of words?!

from jimpix.co.uk

Having never heard of ‘venford’ or ‘suzhou’ before, I had to spend about 8 minutes looking them up, which of course only left me 7 minutes to scribble a poem!  Luckily, I was already forming an idea of how I would use ‘burritos’, and this went well with ‘selfies’… and what I had found out about ‘venford’ gave me a setting that would fit ‘pink’ in ok.  The ‘book’ could be about ‘suzhou’ and ‘Theodore’ could be reading it (and somehow use a ‘tick’?) and of course his reading material was already suitably ‘exotic’!

Sorted 😉

 

Burritos   Selfies   Venford   Pink   Suzhou   Book   Theodore   Tick   Exotic 

Wrapped up tight –

Two chatty burritos;

We took selfies

On the Venford banks.

 

The pictures showed

Our pinched, pink, noses;

And our happy faces

High on fresh air.

 

Later, we went back,

Warmed ourselves in our room;

The Suzhou book open:

Theodore outlining plans.

 

On that day, I think,

I got to tick the box

For “finding the one

You can’t live without”.

 

The next year, in China,

He proposed; wanting

An exotic, historic,

Start to our lives.

 

But we already had love

In spades.

 

Words of green

Aww I am rooting for this couple, aren’t you? I hope they always stay in love and remember their carefree day, smiling by the reservoir.

Who would ‘Theodore’ be in your piece?  A companion, an enemy, some treasured pet?

[‘Burritos’ might be a cool dog’s name, come to think of it.]

What would your ‘selfies’ show?  Would you be in ‘Suzhou’?

Feel free to have a ponder in the comments.

 

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A Historic Ploy

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How you doodling?

I wasn’t really sure where I was going to take these words, so I just wrote two of them into the first line

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and went from there.  I think the speaker is probably a teenager? I got snapshots of dyed purple hair and chipped black nail varnish.

I got up stupidly late today, having been writing and thinking a bit too much, and I’ve hit the  Irn Bru Xtra hard recently.  So maybe my brain equates being this quinine-soaked with university 😉

**Mum, this one will creep you out, sorry…!**

 

Bet   Lizard   Existing   Night   Habit   Proposal   Sector   Historic   Hug

As a bet, I held the lizard

After it was dead.

(My disgust existing

Somewhere in my bowel)

 

That night, the conjured ghost of it

Scurried around my head;

Its long tongue probing

At my buzzing thoughts.

 

I have this ingrained habit,

This affliction of sorts,

Where others’ approval

Means “nod at proposal”;

 

“Play the missing sector

Of an arbitrary circle”:

A historic ploy to

Extract a cool hug.

 

Scribbles and scrawl

I did look up ‘sector’ (as at first I was just stuck on the job category meaning of it); but most of my 15 minute window was taken up by writing and mild tweaking.  Again I noticed that the syllables matched pretty well, but I was able to make it all a bit more even in the time I had remaining.  So I like how I’ve left it, my speaker being all self-reflecty and thought-ridden.

What ‘bet’ would you have written about?  Would ‘Lizard’ have been a nickname of someone?  What would be ‘existing’ at ‘night’ out of pure ‘habit’ that would later need a ‘hug’?!

Talk to me below!

 

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No Remedy For Turkey

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Hi!

What is with the phrases, Mr. Generator?!  They are getting mean *pouts*

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When I read through today’s offering, I briefly thought about wittering on about my kids again (we took them to get new shoes fitted today and, well, let us just say ‘behaviour’ definitely featured!).

Then this guy (I think it’s a guy??) rocked up instead – and whatever happened “off screen” I hope he’s given an elephant-sized flea in his ear, because it reads like he deserves it!

 

 

Folk music   Flight    Greeting    Brave   Behaviour   Exhibition   Reason   Turkey   Remedy

There were brightly dressed travellers

Playing folk music outside the doors;

And they weren’t too bad.

 

I resisted the urge to stand

Longer than was usual;

Delaying the inevitable.

 

Her flight was late anyway.

I had time to rehearse the greeting,

Tell myself to be brave.

 

When I saw her, I saw the damage –

Etched in her face, just how much

My behaviour had hurt.

 

I wished I had turned up winning –

Planned some exhibition to dazzle –

But I had nothing.

 

Not even a reason came to mind,

Some causal link that made it ‘ok’;

Just my fear, that I still carried.

 

And here she was, back from Turkey,

(About to be met by a bigger one,

For which I had no remedy).

 

Notebook page

I am pretending not to notice that my subconscious is getting even more involved in this writing lark, now that it knows it’ll be put to work every day; but I’m failing.

There is not as much crossing-out as usual in my notebook today, and I am finding myself wondering about the future or indeed backstory of the “fictional characters” I created in previous quarter-hours.  They are starting to pick on me, like a guy I made up for my novel (no, not finished, don’t ask) who writes his own lines and likes rattling his shelf to get my attention.

I counted syllables for the above poem, after my 15 minutes were up, and the verses go 22, 24, 22, 23, 22, 26, 26.  I’m feeling a bit scared.

Remind me that this is good thing, please?!

 

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Some Weird Tornado

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Good Evening!

Upon reading through my words today, the last three quickly melded into a couple of lines to finish my

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poem with; then I just had the task of trying to figure out how to get there with my snapshot/story! 

Having two boys, there is no ‘pink bedtime’ in our house, so I had to think up another way for ‘pink’ to feature 😉

I felt I had to at least partly write about our youngest today, as he heard the poem I wrote about his brother yesterday, and was a bit put out.  Especially as I had written about big brother’s favourite toy not so long ago, too, and the generators have not thrown up Cuddle Monster, yet… 

[I pointed out that I had mentioned the Chicken Pox in a poem, but that argument was met with disdain]

 

Pink   Bedtime   Guard   Heartsick   Drop   Eruption   Weird   Tornado   Massacre

His little face pink from giggling,

My curly-headed cutie cuddles me.

It’s so near to bedtime,

But Lego figures still stand guard.

 

And he is suddenly a heartsick,

Wailing, flailing mass who loves to

Drop to the floor – and enlists his brother

Whose eruption is even more fierce –

At the mere mention of tidying up…

 

So, together, they flatten all the little people,

Like some weird tornado

Inflicting a plastic massacre.

 

I am quite proud of myself for getting this one completed, because I started it at 10.55am, finished it within 12 minutes, then had to run about like a crazy person to manage the 1.5 mile trek on foot to collect the wee one from nursery at 11.40am…the stress should have made the poem impossible, but I actually like how it turned out!

So, do your kids like throwing Wobblies in tandem?!

Or/and what kind of tornado would you have written about?

Please let me know in the comments!

 

 

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Already Memory

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Hello…

 

I was a melacholic mummy today, I hate the first day back at school/nursery 🙁

from textfixer.com

 

So I wrote the below and had a wee cry, and then looked forward to all the little tales I would get from my youngest when I picked him up from nursery before lunch.  He always hugs me better and reminds me that the big bad world has people in it who can look after my boys and make them smile before letting me have them back.

I was lucky in that hubby was working from home to ease me into the routines, so I was afforded a longer time to recover my composure after my writing session, before having to brave the chill of this lovely, sunny, winter’s day!

 

Cinnamon   Humility   Belong   Burglary   Speed   Tiger   Early   Gymnast   Computer

Sitting in my son’s room

Lyrics from a song I used to know

Playing in my head

At the sight of ‘cinnamon’.

 

This parenting lark

Is a lesson in humility:

The ultimate feeling that you belong

To someone small, but

 

The world is always waiting

To commit a chilling burglary

(As you watch them flourish

At breakneck speed).

 

Born in the year of the tiger,

My gorgeous six year old –

His scribbled sums on the window

Proud beside his brother’s “snakes”.

 

The stories they both told

As they shared a stool to reach,

Sheilding their eyes from the winter sun;

Literally yesterday, but already memory.

 

Yes, my gorgeous big boy

(Still with those amazing blue eyes

But, alas, without his curls)

I miss him now he’s given up to school.

 

I encountered his spirit

Before I ever really saw his face:

The 14-week flutterings of my

Determined early gymnast.

 

As I scribble in this notebook

At a pace that he aspires to

I wish I could hold his baby self again;

Maybe do it better than before.

 

But I often wish this –

Smelling his hair as I hold him

Or watching old videos of him

Wanting to rescue him from the computer –

 

He is himself because

I was myself:  imperfect,

Loving, unsure, determined, afraid –

And FIERCELY proud of him.

 

First set

Second set

So, yeah *sniff* glad to have gotten today out of the way and that it’s nearly the weekend…there were extra cuddles tonight!

Reading the poem back, there are too many words repeated etc, but the bare bones of the sentiment are there and my boys liked listening to it.  As it is 40 lines long, it took me 17 minutes instead of 15 to write it (slapped wrist for me), but I had momentum so wanted to finish it in one sitting and then reach for the handkies 😉

You, dear reader, would almost definitely have gone a completely different way with these words; what images did they conjure for you?

To the comments we go!

 

 

 

 

 

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Lemongrass bubbles

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Hey There 😀

I tried a new writing regimen out today, as the school run hasn’t started back up yet – and I don’t know whether the getting up at 5.15am (!) contributed to me majorly struggling with this poem

from jimpix.co.uk

or not, but I personally think it did!

When I read ‘knives’ followed by ‘kissing’ I knew I had a love affair to write about, but it did not flow for me very well. 

‘Panda’ completely stumped me and I wanted to give myself an extra 15 minutes to get out of the purple-scribbled prison I had created!!

It didn’t help that I looked up three of the words for inspiration in my allotted time, either 😉

Not to worry, however, I said at the start of all this that my daily poem doesn’t have to conform to my idea of perfect – or even be in the ballpark – so I leave this as a testament to that!

 

Wink  Knives   Kissing   Recover   Lemongrass   Panda   Staccato   Beetle   Gatorade

 

It started with a wink,

Veered drunkenly through the

Knives and the kissing;

Took in countless cities.

Broke the hopes of so many:

Forced to recover their shattered dreams.

 

Wrapped in Lemongrass bubbles

(laughing at the YouTube Panda

Who jumped when her baby sneezed)

 

The staccato echo of her wrath

Minutes later; his unguarded comment

Slamming a raw nerve.

 

From being her hero,

Gently trapping a lost beetle,

To the passion of sessions

Fuelled by whipped cream and Gatorade –

 

They were their everything,

And time let them play.

 

scribbly wibbly woo

Hubby and I were poking fun at the poem, as there are a few bits where it is unintentionally funny.  Does the ‘staccato echo’ belong to the aforementioned Panda?  Which Beatle got lost and wandered into the couple’s room (this one is funny when you read it aloud…)?  Or was the ‘beetle’ the woman’s wayward pet, and the guy was a hero for finding it again?!

Yup, I’m not impressed with this offering…!

Where would you have taken these words?  On a zoo trip?  Out to China’s bamboo forests? 

Expound in the comments, please!

 

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The Present

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Hello!

I was a bit bummed by what the generator offered today, so sat and thought about all the different meanings of ‘present’, ‘statement’ and ‘event’ – then managed to come up with a wee story that

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meshed together ok in my remaining minutes. 

I actually wrote the first verse and then realised that ‘colorful’ (*again, spelt the UK way in the poem) and ‘unpack’ were set up nicely once I got to them. 

Go me! 😉

 

Subsequent   Present   Second-hand   Afternoon   Statement   Productive   Event   Colourful*  Unpack

“All subsequent words

Are not worth repeating”

She finished, staring down

At the present before her.

 

I was hearing the story

Second-hand, but still

It was charged with

Violent regret.

 

I felt for the protagonist:

Left standing in a police station

On what started as an ordinary afternoon

(Now damning prose and statement)

 

But it did not seem productive

To mull over and over

Such a harrowing event

(With hinted-at colourful language)

 

Instead, I reached over our coffee mugs,

Still steaming through our words,

Reminded my lady to open the box;

Hoping she’d unpack our shared future.

 

I used the word over too many times in the last two verses, and my lady kinda bugs me…but I am quite chuffed with what my time produced.

poetic scrawl

Which nuances, of which words, would you have used? How would your story have unfolded?

Chat to me about it in the comments 😉

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Of Fact and Favours

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from www.textfixer.com

Hi!

I was watching the BBC News Channel last night, and there was a story about a Syrian orchestra being separated by the conflict, and them all trying to get visas from their various countries of settlement in order to come together and play in Holland.  Not everyone was able to make it, due to various restrictions, and those that were able had had six months of logistics to deal with.  But there was joy in reassembling as well as they could, for they were able to unite in their art and show a different side of Syria.  (I think it was a rerun of the documentary made last year which is at the bottom of the link)

So I was already thinking about conflict and the effects on normal lives when these words popped up.

*I live in the UK, so I have spelt ‘favor’ my way in the poem.

 

Execute   Favour*   Feature   Tactical   Conflict   Plush   Creator   Rights   Daytime

He did not execute me

As a favour;

Because my eyes

Reminded him of his mother’s.

 

This fact did not feature

In the official notes, of course.

(None of it had been tactical,

I do not flutter to avoid conflict).

 

We had not met secretly:

Plush rooms hired –

Me: the creator of his dreams,

Him: sweeping through mine.

 

There was just that moment:

A cold, walled, corner

Basic human rights upheld…

And then my spot on Daytime TV.

 

The idea of carrying out daily life not knowing if relatives are going to survive the fighting in your homeland; or bringing a culture to somewhere that might not understand it and therefor resent

Purple progeny

you; or suddenly becoming commercially viable to the world for a day or so because of some horrific brush with death you had…these thoughts trouble me.  I would not wish the reality of them on anyone.

Have you been finding it hard to watch the news recently? What do you think of when you hear ‘conflict’?

Feel free to ponder in the comments.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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