Billy Young's Blog - Posts Tagged "poem"

I just got home an hour ago after working some more overtime. Luckily tomorrow is Saturday and I have it off, no more extra work like last week. Magz wants me to go up to the loft to get the Christmas tree down ready for December. Some round our way have already got theirs up. I remember as a kid on the bus to school trying to see who could count the most on the way home with my friends. The thing was I don’t think we ever saw them until the middle of December.
My poem for the competition is taking shape. I only managed to get the rough form down and a little editing during the week. With it started I should get it into a more finished shape over the next two days but will then leave it for a week to read over again and re-edit as I see the need while trying to use all the things I’ve learned at Absolute Write from previous poems. I can’t really say much about it though I shall post it on my GoodReads.com page after the competition. The remit of which is it has to be about a place. This can be an actual place or a figurative place. I’m trying for a figurative one though I’m not sure if what I am trying with this poem will be easily seen in this light. That’s because there is another message within which stands out far more than the place. I don’t know though yet if this is a mistake on my part but time will tell. If it is then at least I will have hopefully still created something that people can enjoy. Though it will be after Christmas before the results are known as there is a vote by the member of the forum from the 15th till 30th December when all the entries will be up on there for members to read and choose their favourites. I’m looking forward to reading others contributions.

We got a new production manager, Allen, this week at work. He the sort that helps out and isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty which is a great blessing. Especially when your dragging a ton weight into the cold store as I found out the other day. There’s a small rise between the intake bay and the colder store that makes it tricky when moving the pallets of goods. Even with the pallet-truck the heavier loads are a struggle to get over the incline when you’re doing it yourself as is often the case. Anyways with Allen around to give us a push I soon had ten tonnes of sheep’s lobes speedily stored away.
The poem I have been working on for the contest at Absolute Write is finished. Though I will check over it this weekend one last time before entering it to give it a final tweak. I had my son read over it this week to give me his opinion, not an easy task. When asking friends or family you often find them not wishing to upset you so they say what they believe you want to hear. Sadly that can mean that you get a false sense that what you have done is really better than it could be if they were more honest. It is always important if they do say good things to be the annoying one and ask them to point out something that could be improved. I always find that if you wheedle a little you can get some little gems that can help your writing. Don’t worry about upsetting the family they’ll understand if they really love you. After a while they’ll end up giving a more real critique that can be a great boon.

My poem came last in the competition at Absolute Write. Well someone has to come at the end I suppose but it was a little disappointing all the same. I did get a private message from one of the other poets saying they enjoyed it so that was a good pick me up. I had hoped it would do better though. I already posted it in my writing section of GoodReads.com and will add it at the end of this post so you can check it out. Let me know what you thing.
I’m looking forward to getting into my game this weekend as I’ve moved onto the third act in it which has opened up a new area for me to explore. Some of it I’ve already begun to nose around to get my bearings though there is still more to see. Though I have to watch the in game time as I have to be at a party to gather information as part of the story line. That is something that can easily lost, game time that is, when you explore a new area. It all adds to the fun.
Magz loved her present. It was a little gold locket and when she opened it up there was a little eighteen hanging inside. I hadn’t opened it in the shop so was rather surprised it was there. Magz though was excited by it as we’ve been together eighteen years. Lucky for me or was the Big Man upstairs looking out for me? I like to think the latter. So it was even more special to her. So thanks up there.
Well here’s the poem and please let me know what you think.

24/7 Fun?

Late at night
the buzzing cell
cried to be ignored
till days light exposed the snake’s bite.

The webs vastness made small
as spectres haunted through fb
spreading lies too easily believed;
coded threats by anom.

Mum’s wisdom to ignore
“sticks and stones,”
the thoughts behind
hidden in babble.

Dad’s “always fight back
don’t lie down,”
opened a gulf between,
now I see the anger
wasn’t for me.

My friends’
stood aside
watching the pain
offering little but words unheard,
hands unseen.

With every retreat
the distances grew
till loneliness consumed,
smothered in darkness
I could be no more.

Only in the last moments
the crystal light of family,
remembered joy in friends’,
did I see.

So I left
loved ones weeping
asking why,
yet never knowing;
filled with my regrets.

All for someone else’s
fun.