365 Daily Challenge summary week 31


Hello my fellow poetrets and musicians

I am currently out on the road with my students so I will keep this brief from Bergen

Remember to give a vote for me here as well. I can be the first to defend the title this week: http://tpm2.brookiellen.com/2012/tpm-cagematch-week-4/

Day 217 6th of June 2012

Topic: Norway in a nutshell

Railtracks trail back to the acient trade tracks
hillside, curv slides searching for bigger pay checks
through the fjords and townships
from viking graveyards to churches and grain farms
all the beauty of Norway in a couple of days
from trains to bustrips with no time to waste
climing, diving, rib boats and Kayaking
eating, walking creeks and waterfall imagery
From Stalheim to the beautiful Hardanger Travellers
With a pit stop in Uban bergen with challenges
all the best of Norway
Trolls Knocking on your doorway
Mixed intensions, a Norwegian proposal , a daring foreplay
So I pray for a safe journey, yearning for some more
experiencing beauty, In the backyard of my home
I invite you all here to tresspass through the dome
let this kingdom come

Day 216 5th June 2012

Topic: Bad mothers

Self sentered, bad tempered
too important for her baby, wasn’t her intention
only making love to the wrong man, craved attention
but when the baby came along, ha had lost his patience
her bitterness is implemented in her poor child
an almost motherless baby, with no father by her side
her mother looks away, when her eyes wide
craving for the love from a heartless mind
Blame her so called injustice on the innocent
try to make amends to the devil by fighting of the heaven sent
gift she can not love anymore its a tragic revenge
a cold blooded event, from the manic depressed wench
Drove her own child off the cliff
won’t give her the love that she needs
her own needs are more important, want to live out her dream
so she leaves her in her room crying
praying to a God she doesn’t know of her baby child dying

Day 215 4th June 2012

Topic: Rings in the water

Circkles from the center, rise of a problem
the start of a rock falling, no one can solve em
But you can break the cycle
by throwing your own thoughts back at em
Production from the brainstem
thirty rocks thrown
no sollution shown
Just rings of thirty different sullotions,  all hope is gone
No justification won
No king on the throne
thirty different princes screaming their kingdom will come
So the water rings hides a lot of stories
but underneath the surface lies the true deep diaries
written in the streams
dragging you between,
the true stream of life and the images in dreams
you cant stop a view with your own
but you can always sit and dream about your hopes

Day 214 3rd of June 2012

Topic: Bad Metaphors

I´ve always dreamt of days like these
when I could find peace and just release
all the bad methaphors, that are sourrounded in my dreams
So this poem is gonna exist around bad wordplay
and extremely forced intentions and badly planned foreplay
so here it goes, I´m gonna show the best of the worst
I am gonna go through emotios, and starting with the baddest one first
my inner self was dancing at the foot of the mountain
the world screamed at me and challenge my frozen fountain
my icy veins complained about the cold shoulders it gave me
on rainy days, the water just peels right off, misbeaving
Can someone please save me! I can hear the spinal fluid make sense
but my spinal tap is incoherrent, and my spine is so tense
it bends and pleads, please, but can not connect to the ignorant shoulder caps
tends to pop, when it bends a lot, wanna have sex with a yoga mat
and with that awful metaphor, I call it a rap

Day 213 2nd of June 2012

Topic: Wilting Rose

The leafs of her rose was about to fall off
she had enough of life running down her door
you could see the scratch marks ripped out from her center
no ventilation of thoughts, they just stripped her naked
piece by piece, the life just sieved out
trying to eavesdrop to catch the sense of her flower shot
nothing to relate to, no one to explain the truth
her head bent down to reveal the veins of her naked youth
aching for the hissing from the flaming fuse
about blow the shelter off this under age abuse
The hope of exposure battling the shame
a knock on the door from those who never came
the flower will never be the same
even though the rose folds out, the roots with carry the blame
So the surface stays undisturbed
while inside the spine, a story aches to be heard

Day 212 1st of June 2012

Topic: Alexander Briger

Born with the name of a king
from the acient realms of greece to this Australian master of strings
played the violins and produced every tone it brings
a master conducter, conducting sonnets of spring
Alexander was an inspired soul, as much as he could afford
saw his uncle conduct the chords
while he balanced the force
of every aspect of this musical source
that lead the course towards the prosperous North
He took em by storm
lead way through Europe with a controllable form
he learned the Norm of Prague and the Paris art forms
Now he has been through Maddam butterfly and the cunning little vixxen
all the small ingridients are easily mixed in
He still conducts his magic at the Australian Opera house
and still manage to keep the audience roused

Day 211 31th May 2012

Topic: The short end of a matchstick

Red light, angry, ready to light
the pores filled with so much fire inside
you can smell the phosphorus, ready to ignite
the patterns that it carry into the night
was carved into its skin in the factory
aged inside a box, no one matches this magic dream
fire in a sky, revelation for this matchbox king
sissle is the theme that these tips sing
a working man spirit to hail the crown thats burning
yearning to face its purpose
craving that its urgent
the mercenary steps aside
to let burning ring of fire rise
the images of fireflies,
lighting up the summer sky
there is no armageddon for this matchbox
just a fullfilled purpose of a lifecycle

Day 217 6th of June 2012

Topic: Norway in a nutshell

Railtracks trail back to the acient trade tracks
hillside, curv slides searching for bigger pay checks
through the fjords and townships
from viking graveyards to churches and grain farms
all the beauty of Norway in a couple of days
from trains to bustrips with no time to waste
climing, diving, rib boats and Kayaking
eating, walking creeks and waterfall imagery
From Stalheim to the beautiful Hardanger Travellers
With a pit stop in Uban bergen with challenges
all the best of Norway
Trolls Knocking on your doorway
Mixed intensions, a Norwegian proposal , a daring foreplay
So I pray for a safe journey, yearning for some more
experiencing beauty, In the backyard of my home
I invite you all here to tresspass through the dome
let this kingdom come

Day 216 5th June 2012

Topic: Bad mothers

Self sentered, bad tempered
too important for her baby, wasn’t her intention
only making love to the wrong man, craved attention
but when the baby came along, ha had lost his patience
her bitterness is implemented in her poor child
an almost motherless baby, with no father by her side
her mother looks away, when her eyes wide
craving for the love from a heartless mind
Blame her so called injustice on the innocent
try to make amends to the devil by fighting of the heaven sent
gift she can not love anymore its a tragic revenge
a cold blooded event, from the manic depressed wench
Drove her own child off the cliff
won’t give her the love that she needs
her own needs are more important, want to live out her dream
so she leaves her in her room crying
praying to a God she doesn’t know of her baby child dying

Day 215 4th June 2012

Topic: Rings in the water

Circkles from the center, rise of a problem
the start of a rock falling, no one can solve em
But you can break the cycle
by throwing your own thoughts back at em
Production from the brainstem
thirty rocks thrown
no sollution shown
Just rings of thirty different sullotions,  all hope is gone
No justification won
No king on the throne
thirty different princes screaming their kingdom will come
So the water rings hides a lot of stories
but underneath the surface lies the true deep diaries
written in the streams
dragging you between,
the true stream of life and the images in dreams
you cant stop a view with your own
but you can always sit and dream about your hopes

Day 214 3rd of June 2012

Topic: Bad Metaphors

I´ve always dreamt of days like these
when I could find peace and just release
all the bad methaphors, that are sourrounded in my dreams
So this poem is gonna exist around bad wordplay
and extremely forced intentions and badly planned foreplay
so here it goes, I´m gonna show the best of the worst
I am gonna go through emotios, and starting with the baddest one first
my inner self was dancing at the foot of the mountain
the world screamed at me and challenge my frozen fountain
my icy veins complained about the cold shoulders it gave me
on rainy days, the water just peels right off, misbeaving
Can someone please save me! I can hear the spinal fluid make sense
but my spinal tap is incoherrent, and my spine is so tense
it bends and pleads, please, but can not connect to the ignorant shoulder caps
tends to pop, when it bends a lot, wanna have sex with a yoga mat
and with that awful metaphor, I call it a rap

Day 213 2nd of June 2012

Topic: Wilting Rose

The leafs of her rose was about to fall off
she had enough of life running down her door
you could see the scratch marks ripped out from her center
no ventilation of thoughts, they just stripped her naked
piece by piece, the life just sieved out
trying to eavesdrop to catch the sense of her flower shot
nothing to relate to, no one to explain the truth
her head bent down to reveal the veins of her naked youth
aching for the hissing from the flaming fuse
about blow the shelter off this under age abuse
The hope of exposure battling the shame
a knock on the door from those who never came
the flower will never be the same
even though the rose folds out, the roots with carry the blame
So the surface stays undisturbed
while inside the spine, a story aches to be heard

Day 212 1st of June 2012

Topic: Alexander Briger

Born with the name of a king
from the acient realms of greece to this Australian master of strings
played the violins and produced every tone it brings
a master conducter, conducting sonnets of spring
Alexander was an inspired soul, as much as he could afford
saw his uncle conduct the chords
while he balanced the force
of every aspect of this musical source
that lead the course towards the prosperous North
He took em by storm
lead way through Europe with a controllable form
he learned the Norm of Prague and the Paris art forms
Now he has been through Maddam butterfly and the cunning little vixxen
all the small ingridients are easily mixed in
He still conducts his magic at the Australian Opera house
and still manage to keep the audience roused

Day 211 31th May 2012

Topic: The short end of a matchstick

Red light, angry, ready to light
the pores filled with so much fire inside
you can smell the phosphorus, ready to ignite
the patterns that it carry into the night
was carved into its skin in the factory
aged inside a box, no one matches this magic dream
fire in a sky, revelation for this matchbox king
sissle is the theme that these tips sing
a working man spirit to hail the crown thats burning
yearning to face its purpose
craving that its urgent
the mercenary steps aside
to let burning ring of fire rise
the images of fireflies,
lighting up the summer sky
there is no armageddon for this matchbox
just a fullfilled purpose of a lifecycle

Here is the update from week 31, next week I am back with remake of a songtitle

Day 217 6th of June 2012

Topic: Norway in a nutshell

Railtracks trail back to the acient trade tracks
hillside, curv slides searching for bigger pay checks
through the fjords and townships
from viking graveyards to churches and grain farms
all the beauty of Norway in a couple of days
from trains to bustrips with no time to waste
climing, diving, rib boats and Kayaking
eating, walking creeks and waterfall imagery
From Stalheim to the beautiful Hardanger Travellers
With a pit stop in Uban bergen with challenges
all the best of Norway
Trolls Knocking on your doorway
Mixed intensions, a Norwegian proposal , a daring foreplay
So I pray for a safe journey, yearning for some more
experiencing beauty, In the backyard of my home
I invite you all here to tresspass through the dome
let this kingdom come

Day 216 5th June 2012

Topic: Bad mothers

Self sentered, bad tempered
too important for her baby, wasn’t her intention
only making love to the wrong man, craved attention
but when the baby came along, ha had lost his patience
her bitterness is implemented in her poor child
an almost motherless baby, with no father by her side
her mother looks away, when her eyes wide
craving for the love from a heartless mind
Blame her so called injustice on the innocent
try to make amends to the devil by fighting of the heaven sent
gift she can not love anymore its a tragic revenge
a cold blooded event, from the manic depressed wench
Drove her own child off the cliff
won’t give her the love that she needs
her own needs are more important, want to live out her dream
so she leaves her in her room crying
praying to a God she doesn’t know of her baby child dying

Day 215 4th June 2012

Topic: Rings in the water

Circkles from the center, rise of a problem
the start of a rock falling, no one can solve em
But you can break the cycle
by throwing your own thoughts back at em
Production from the brainstem
thirty rocks thrown
no sollution shown
Just rings of thirty different sullotions,  all hope is gone
No justification won
No king on the throne
thirty different princes screaming their kingdom will come
So the water rings hides a lot of stories
but underneath the surface lies the true deep diaries
written in the streams
dragging you between,
the true stream of life and the images in dreams
you cant stop a view with your own
but you can always sit and dream about your hopes

Day 214 3rd of June 2012

Topic: Bad Metaphors

I´ve always dreamt of days like these
when I could find peace and just release
all the bad methaphors, that are sourrounded in my dreams
So this poem is gonna exist around bad wordplay
and extremely forced intentions and badly planned foreplay
so here it goes, I´m gonna show the best of the worst
I am gonna go through emotios, and starting with the baddest one first
my inner self was dancing at the foot of the mountain
the world screamed at me and challenge my frozen fountain
my icy veins complained about the cold shoulders it gave me
on rainy days, the water just peels right off, misbeaving
Can someone please save me! I can hear the spinal fluid make sense
but my spinal tap is incoherrent, and my spine is so tense
it bends and pleads, please, but can not connect to the ignorant shoulder caps
tends to pop, when it bends a lot, wanna have sex with a yoga mat
and with that awful metaphor, I call it a rap

Day 213 2nd of June 2012

Topic: Wilting Rose

The leafs of her rose was about to fall off
she had enough of life running down her door
you could see the scratch marks ripped out from her center
no ventilation of thoughts, they just stripped her naked
piece by piece, the life just sieved out
trying to eavesdrop to catch the sense of her flower shot
nothing to relate to, no one to explain the truth
her head bent down to reveal the veins of her naked youth
aching for the hissing from the flaming fuse
about blow the shelter off this under age abuse
The hope of exposure battling the shame
a knock on the door from those who never came
the flower will never be the same
even though the rose folds out, the roots with carry the blame
So the surface stays undisturbed
while inside the spine, a story aches to be heard

Day 212 1st of June 2012

Topic: Alexander Briger

Born with the name of a king
from the acient realms of greece to this Australian master of strings
played the violins and produced every tone it brings
a master conducter, conducting sonnets of spring
Alexander was an inspired soul, as much as he could afford
saw his uncle conduct the chords
while he balanced the force
of every aspect of this musical source
that lead the course towards the prosperous North
He took em by storm
lead way through Europe with a controllable form
he learned the Norm of Prague and the Paris art forms
Now he has been through Maddam butterfly and the cunning little vixxen
all the small ingridients are easily mixed in
He still conducts his magic at the Australian Opera house
and still manage to keep the audience roused

Day 211 31th May 2012

Topic: The short end of a matchstick

Red light, angry, ready to light
the pores filled with so much fire inside
you can smell the phosphorus, ready to ignite
the patterns that it carry into the night
was carved into its skin in the factory
aged inside a box, no one matches this magic dream
fire in a sky, revelation for this matchbox king
sissle is the theme that these tips sing
a working man spirit to hail the crown thats burning
yearning to face its purpose
craving that its urgent
the mercenary steps aside
to let burning ring of fire rise
the images of fireflies,
lighting up the summer sky
there is no armageddon for this matchbox
just a fullfilled purpose of a lifecycle

Peace

MesAyah

 

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3 Responses to 365 Daily Challenge summary week 31

  1. simonhlilly says:

    Seems your juice muse is loose! Easy to rap crap but you , man, a hard bard, a scolding skald, sharp glacial air, deep breath, drunk on the wine of song, a Valhalla of words, a roaming, runing Viking….

  2. Tandi says:

    interesting use of the English language–i love it!

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