'That' time of year!

Well, that very annoying time of year is upon us and I'm writing/editing a poem that is exactly how I feel. Actually the poem below is written for two voices, a very happy and enthusiastic and a very grumpy and annoyed voice. It's not yet finished but should give you an idea of what I mean.

Herre it comes,
That time of year,
For Christmas Cheer,
Snow, Presents and Reindeer.

Here it comes,
That time of year,
For Christmas Cheer,
Snow, Presents and BLOODY Reindeer!

Here it comes,
Those noses cold,
And fires warm,
For which, we're never too old!

Here it comes,
My nose is cold,
Shop profits are bulging,
With all the scarfs they've sold!

It's nearly here,
The kids are off school,
They play and are believing,
Christmas is Cool!

It's nearly here,
Damn Kids are off school,
Yelling and Making trouble,
It's like Mob rule!

It's nearly here,
That time of year,
Let's celebrate with,
Turkey, Wine and some Beer.

It's nearly here,
That time of year,
For the coma,
Induced by Beer.

It's here,
That time of year,
For Christmas Cheer,
What a pity, it's only once a year!

It's here,
That bloody time,
For Christmas Cheer,
Thank Goodness, It comes just once a year!

About Me

So a little about me then?

Well, I write and perform/read my poetry regularly, but I didn't always. I've only recently started reading my poetry once more. For a long time after moving up to Merseyside I didn't read my poetry, or socialise much for that matter. Being a part of poetry groups once more has made me realise how much I missed them. The really great thing about the poetry group is that the small numbers are perfect for two things, building your confidence and helping you develop your poetry. At this point I must point out Wirral Words and The Bards of New Brighton, which are two excellent groups. I have been able to push my newly written/undeveloped poetry on them and been able to use the feedback/reception that I got to rewrite and develop my work.

Of course small groups only get you so far, last month I had a rather daunting gig, reading my poetry in front of 250+ people at the Charity Cases event. Hopefully, if another one of these gigs is arranged I'll be able to perform again as it was just such a buzz it was unbelieveable. That's not even mentioning the amazingly talented singers, comics and other poets that performed. If I do get invited, and if another one is arranged I'll post here.

Now you may ask, why two posts so close together? Simple. I have finished updating Writer's Forum and all my other little online things and I was bored, so decided to make youo the reader also bored.

TTFN

About this Blog

Okay, this is the first blog I have written completely on my own. So it would probably be a good idea to say why I'm starting this blog in the first place, right?

Well, I have a number of projects here and there not least of which is my website 'Writer's Forum'. Those of you who know me and/or WF will know that it is not a website that is just mine, and lately it has become a lot bigger and more bloated. So I'm setting up a website that's just for me, and about my writing. It's rather egocentric I know but hey that's the way the 'net seems to be going at the moment.

Here's a poem for you to give you an idea of the type of stuff I write.

Power
They grasp,
They grab,
They scramble,
They scurry.

The more they have,
The more they want,
The closer they are,
The closer they want to be.

They are the servants' of the people,
Just slaves to their own desire,
Fighting for what is right,
But the wrong person's definition.

The people they serve,
The very real concerns,
The very hard working folk,
The least of their worries.

The people could stand up,
The people could be counted,
The same people who put them there,
These people need someone new.

Because Ultimately,
Power seduces,
Power corrupts,
Power drowns,
And, Power Wains.