NOW Even the thickest of students knew the first and most important rule of wand craft:The fat bit you hold, the thinner end where the…
This was something to tide me over until J.K Rowlings realises she can only write Harry Potter books and has to do another series. / then my son pointed out with a thick slab of sarcasm that this was “fan fiction” / I then decided that I really didn’t like the series that much. / But I kept the familiar characters so I didn’t have to go into great long boring character development to tell the start of an on going story. Actually that’s all bullshit, I just wanted to put the “Rain Man” quip in a story. No gasmasks were hurt in the writing of this story.
I sit alone and contemplate / As the tiny seed in nature’s world / Becomes a stately tree / Communication is the key
I wrote this many years ago for a girlfriend, it didn’t achieve the desired result however we are still good friends.
He looked into her shiny eyes / “till death us do part”. / When you start out with three bad years / there’s little left to cling to. / they…
A tale of true love…..... / I can’t believe that I had so much trouble with a tale from my own prompt. / This piece is for Twisted Tales TTST40 Prompt = pan Once again I can’t believe that I had so much trouble with a tale from my own prompt. This was right under my nose all along but it took KarenSue’s story to reminded me that This piece is actually a perfect fit for Twisted Tales TTST54 Prompt = Spring
I couldn’t not respond to you / But you touched me with your longing / And left me little doubt / Let me be your bread
Once again, I’m thankful to the writers of redbubble who feed my creative appetite, I like to think that to some extent we feed each other.
Now and then we’re bound to fall / But only once, on love’s first try / We start with a slate that’s bare.
Just some thoughts inspired by another RedBubbler
The sickly smell of rotting food and fabrics permeated the atmosphere / At last the one ton tray top truck would come trundling down the …
“Smelly Mary’s” or the “Tip Shop” was a second hand market in a warehouse in a quiet back street of Mona Vale, it was an Aladdin’s cave. For a time, in the days before seatbelts, CD’s and computers, it was a family ritual to pile into the back of the old Holden station wagon on a Tuesday night and go bargain hunting. Written for graphic scratch challenge “To Market To Market” Word count = 549
She was a lot younger than me / I was new to this / pieces of us enmeshed / the earth moved
Written for Twisted Tales #46 / Prompt: kaleidoscope Word count = 350
Bill was surprised to see the glint of reflected sunlight amongst the coarse gravel on the roadside / He dreamed of asking Cindy to marry him
For Twisted Tales Star Twister 50 / Prompt = “Precious metal” / Word Count = 349 TTST50
Did I ever tell you about the time / I saw the devil? / penetrating the shadowy darkness / I don’t believe in the Devil / this horrifying spe…
For Twisted Tales Star Twister 51 / Prompt = “Shadow” / Word Count = 350 This is a true story © Matthew Penfold 2009
I love to write in verse / I never pay attention to a rule / the words I speak are from a fool / That silly style that wipes a frown away / I…
Something silly for S&ra / to tear apart as she pleases ;-) / (and anyone else who feels the inclination)
Defrag between my ears to shed some light / Clean up the disk I like to call my brain
I was thinking about how much of who we are is a reflection of the good the bad and the ugly, and how hollow it would feel if we removed all the less than perfect bits. (not really, I was just being silly again)
She plumbs the depths of broken heart and weeps / From time to time her heart has whimsy leaps / Inspired by the words she shares so free / ...
For another RedBubbler who inspires :-)
When does boyhood finish / And an adult life begin? / Some seem to think it happens / When he finally “gets it in”
I was thinking about my own childhood and the concept of growing up, wondering if I should try it. Then I thought about those who are less fortunate and who, as a consequence of where they’re born, have their youth stolen, often to fund our pleasures. These links tell more: Children mining diamonds / Child labour India / Water Africa / Water Latin America / Child soldiers
They always said that god was there / You didn’t walk alone / But visions of the lonely morgue / Still chill me to the bone
There are some things that are hard to talk about, even with those closest to you. I’m inspired by others on Redbubble who share some of their deepest darkest and most personal thoughts and emotions and true stories . I guess those snippets serve to help us get to know each other better and may also be cathartic for the teller. I’ve been here for seven months now and thanks to the people I’ve connected with here, I feel like part of the family.
I dreamed I sent an email to a broken hearted female / Cause I’d met her in a forum on redbubble months ago
My apologies to Banjo Patterson for this less than serious rip-off based on and including tracts from his classic Australian poem Clancy of the Overflow Although it’s silly it holds some truths, particularly the concept of communicating with and becoming close to people on sites like this but feeling hamstrung when it comes to offering them any real physical support when you know they’re feeling down or doing it tough.
Hungry for some words one day / I couldn’t find my muse / Thesaurus wouldn’t help me / So I tried another ruse
Just mucking around again, having fun with words ;-)
As the porker scoffs the tart / The procrastinator waits / The planner scans the calendar / And ticks off all the dates
Not sure where this came from, I started out with a different Idea then it took on a life of its own. Still it does contain a little of my simplified philosophy :-)
I know I shed a tear or two / When father slipped the coil / The day he died and also when / They covered him with soil
This is one of those things inspired by something else I read on RedBubble, The day my dad left this world and what he left behind by Mr Nolan started me wondering about why I don’t really cry about my own losses yet I blubber about other’s losses and tragedies. I hope I don’t become too boring and poor meish, I’m not hunting for sympathy, It’s often only in writing that I can express some of the things I feel. In fact I think life is just one big joke and with any luck the punch line is a long way off :-) HAPPY FATHER’S DAY
When love’s goddess is hardened is there hope / Can flesh regrow upon a soulless bone?
As a result of a comment I left and then a double dare, yep that’s right, no ordinary dare, this is my attempt at a romantic response to a beautiful poem by Lisa Jewell: unlikely or A sonnet seemed suitable to fit the bill :-)
We land on our bums or stand tall and proud / But at least if we’ve followed our dreams / Our lives will be full and not ruled by the crowd…
This is a few bits and pieces that I put together over the last couple of months, mostly about love. Some parts are modified comments or themes from comments, also there are ideas, themes and metaphor inspired by other RedBubble writers. Audio recording of this poem
With this in mind I’ll tell you of my love / That brings a smile in wind and driving rain / And even holds my gaze from stars above / I’m th…
A Sonnet on the nature of love :-)
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