100 Poems in a Day - It's started!

Please keep your titles, prompts and ideas coming in - thanks :)

No.1:  Beginning

100 Poems in a Day?

Every year the super talented Tim Clare challenges himself, along with anyone mad enough to join him, to create 100 poems in one day. This year I have deemed myself crazy enough to give it a try, got to happen one day!

The event takes on tomorrow on, Friday 22nd November, I will be starting somewhere around 9am GMT, maybe a bit before, maybe a little after and posting all of my efforts on this blog as well as tweeting my progress throughout the day.

There is a very important place for you in all of this though, here is how you can help, I need ideas, lots of them. Titles, prompts, requests etc. Please do not underestimate how much this will help and how grateful I will be. 

 Please post ideas and inspirations here or on twitter, and in a few hours the challenge will commence.

See you then!

Head Space

*work in progress   

The steady mind remembers .
The busy mind forgets.
The fragile mind surrenders.
The idle mind regrets.

Me

*work in progress   

When I grow up I want to be...

                                                              me.

The best most brilliant me, 

that I can possibly be!

                                                                                                                                             -R.L Tighe

Fear

 *work in progress                                                                                          24th September 2013

There's something in my room at night.

I can sense it there.

It pulls shapes in the dark twilight.

It fiddles with my hair.

It walks across me in my bed.

Like paw prints in the mud.

It's messing with me in my head.

I'ts curdling my blood.

It follows me from room to room.

It makes my bed quake.

This symbol of impending doom.

I see it when I wake.

   The culprit of this haunting is inside of me.

   So no matter where I go I can never flee.

                                                                                                                                            -R.L Tighe

The Beach

                                                                                                     23rd September 2013

*work in progress   

Walking on the shore

Dreaming of a summers day.

Wishing all my cares away.

That's what dreams are for.

Tide is coming in.

Watch the water chop and churn.

Waiting for my luck to turn,

and hear the bells ring.

Ocean seems so vast.

Can't see where it starts or ends.

Neither where it dips or bends

Wish this day would last.

                                                                                                                            -R.L Tighe

Dear Lord

*work in progress   

Please Lord just give this to me.

I've been good haven't I?

What is it that you choose to see?

With your beady little eye.

For surely by now must be my time?

After all that I've been through.

For years I waited patiently in line.

To myself always been true.

More careful perhaps I could have tread. 

May have allowed the lines to become blurred.

Blinkered from the way a head.

The side of caution I could have erred.

        Oh lord I ask the chance to be the best that I can be.

        Just give me that, I'll show them all, just you wait and see!

                                                                                                                                          - R.L Tighe

Melancholia

*work in progress   

I don't care what you say.

I don't care what you do.

I don't care come what may.

I don't care what's false or true.

No anger, no sorrow.

No joy or no hope.

No strength to borrow.

In order to cope.

The fighting's all done.

The spirit has gone.

The neglect bars none.

The battle has spawn.

       To long, too hard, too deep and too fast.

       Now melancholia over me a shadow has cast.

                                                                                                                                          -R.L Tighe

Be...

                                                                                                                     15th September 2013

*work in progress   

Dream it.

Believe it.

Live it.

Be it...

                                                                                                                                                                                                        - R.L Tighe

I WORRY

August 2013

*work in progress   

I wonder do I have the courage?
To create something truly real? 
Am I brave enough to cross the bridge?
Allow myself to feel?

Will eyes suspect they penetrate?
Fail the nature of what I do?
Is the intent not to violate?
In fact is this in life my cue?

Does everyone receive this blow? 
Fear the risk of fake exposure?
Do they question what they think they know?
Do they struggle with composure?

Do the constraints in which I bind myself prevent me from being free?
Is my ability to dream a dream a greater part of me?  

                                                                                                                                         - R.L Tighe

THE ROAD

*work in progress                                                                                                              August 2013

Sometimes I feel as though I've come so far.

Though not gotten anywhere.

Do we ever really know where we are?

Do some people even care?

I wonder do I have a choice?

Of course I know I do.

I wonder will I find my voice?

Do I even know what to do?

Maybe I should have stayed on the road.

Not veered off the beaten track.

Though if I really want to be in that mode.

I could always make it back.

I know what I want though don't provide the effort that it deserves.

Instead I deplete my energy on this battle with my nerves.

                                                                                                                                         - R.L Tighe

Thought Books!

Aww look at them, aren't they pretty?  I've had these journals for a good while, though being an appreciator of beautiful things I couldn't bring myself to use them.  However, there are some things that need to be felt through ink gliding across a page, expressing itself in the swirls of words and letters.  So today, the bow is being undone (though it will pain me to do so) and the pages will be tainted with my thoughts...

New Year’s Day – It’s all about me!

Ok, so fore mostly, Happy New Year everybody! I would have said that through gritted teeth his morning, though writing this at the end of the day results in a very different post. The whole Christmas carry on had led me to be a bit of a Grinch by the time I woke up this morning. I’d had such high hopes for the festive season a few weeks ago, though nothing went to plan, and by the time New Year’s Day rolled around I was positively bad tempered and sulky. Determined to be entirely selfish, (other than dinner hosting duties) I’ve taken New Year’s Day for myself.

I stayed in bed until almost midday, before transferring myself almost seamlessly, from the bed to the sofa for an afternoon of film. I was however distracted from my mission by the lure of the January sales, and subsequently ended up purchasing a Sofa over the internet, at a steal I might add. Anyway, I then somehow moved onto stripping the living room wallpaper whilst watching Mary Poppins; a childhood favourite so upbeat it is impossible to stay immobile. The film; almost fifty years old, seems incredibly current in some aspects. Take the fact that there’s a young boy called Peter, whose father works in a bank. He and his sister go to work with their father one day, and Peter’s encouraged to invest his two pence into an account. However Peter doesn’t want to give his two pence to the eager bankers, he wants to feed the birds with it instead. An argument arises, resulting in Peter’s money taken from his grasp. Customers witness this and panic ensues soon leading to a riotous mass withdrawal of funds.

As a species we can, I think at times be a tad possessive and have a somewhat blinkered view of our experiences. It’s the first, the last, the best, or the worst. When often it's not, was not and won't be. It may have happened before, and might even happen again. My mother always had an interest in history and believed much could be foretold by what had gone before it.

As quoted by Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr, “The more things change the more they stay the same.”