What can you do in 15 minutes?

You know the first thing people are going to say is sex: more than once. But I'm not thinking that at all ( novel I know).

Really, think about it, what can you do in 15 minutes?

Change a bed

Write the shopping list

Order a take away

Now the lawn

Cook dinner

What? Nah not feasible say so many people hence why they plump for the take away option. Of course you can! Nah, we can't afford to cook from scratch. Really? Yeah, take away is much cheaper. You think?

I've never fallen for this crap, Infact it's always annoyed the hell out of me. 

I'm a fussy eater. I'm not mad on red meat and hate English vegetables. So the Sunday roast type meal isn't really my thing. What I do like to do is eat food that's full of flavour that's cooked quickly.

I mean, how does this look? Stirs fried veg with quorn 'chicken' and some chorizo on a bed of spaghetti. How much would that cost in a restaurant? Probably around a tenner. How long does it take to cook? Well, according to the spaghetti, 12 minutes. Whack on the pasta, stir fry the veg and any meat you want to have and bingo, a healthy tasty meal in less than 15 minutes that costs about £1.50-£3 per person.

Now what was that excuse about not being able to afford good food?

Almost up to date!

14/04/2014

Shall I compare thee to a mobile App,

select your QR code

download your data

to see if meeting you would be sweeter?

Swipe left, swipe right

onto the next

no words spoken,

was it the eyes or the legs?

Two months now we’ve been mobile dating

Whatsapp, text, messenger relating.

with emoticons we bare our soul

not a spoken word or a hint of meeting

15/04/2015

I’m still pondering performance words

entertaining the masses: well a select few.

It’s an art, exploration not a potential installation,

it’s something pure,

but, not necessarily clean.

The language flies

Some f-ing and c-ing here and there

spat out loud in boastful manner

[I don’t mind but I’m not keen]

Is it possible to keep it clean

to express life in the raw

without expletives spouting forth?

Can it be done with tone alone

expressing anger, passion,

death in its throws?

A pause. Deep breath. A scream.

As effective as the f-ing c?

16/04/2015

Smug.

The feeling of satisfaction as the boiler is switched off,

calculating early savings.

“ It was at least another month, this time last year,” said Bert,

hitching up his trousers,

“I remember we had that frost

before yer mother was back from Skeggy.

Do you remember our Nellie?”

Nellie rocks in her chair,

specs balanced on nose.

Knit one, pearl one, clickety clack

the jumper slowly grows.

“Aye Bert it was but fetch in the coal,

it’ll be chilly now the radiators cold.”

Knit one, pearl one, “oh bother”

a dropped stitch runs into a ladder.

Bert shuffles through the kitchen to do as he’s bid.

17/04/2015

Can a look be love

That first flutter of sweetness

Or just a little itch?

Another 4, including 3 haikus

10/04/2015

Sun waking the day

dog walking in the crisp air.

Breathing. Smiling. Life.

11/04/2015

Gently hold the heart.

Cherish, nurture, protect, love.

Repayment in kind.

12/04/2015

Steady breathing

Long exhale

Paws twitching

A whimper

Then silence

Paws running in free air

Nose twitching

Tiny barks

Snorts

Small cry

Paws twitching

Nose running

Tiny whimper

Silent snorts

Then breathing

Joey sleeping

13/04/2015

Be kind to each one.

We know not their path or pain.

Each and every one.

days 7, 8, 9

07/04/2015

D-day for the dawg.

Short cut.

Cut short.

Skin head.

Snipped and razored.

Puppyfied.

2 hours later.

All a dither.

Waggy tail.

Clipped.

Clean and happy.

Cuddlyfied.

08/04/2015

Back to work,

Easter break

no eggs [I know I’ve said].

PC on, emails in

daily grind begins

over porridge oats and tea.

Phone rings.

Emails ping.

Facebook interrupts,

grabs attention,

funny jokes,

happy news.

Diversion.

Clock strikes 5

leave in light

sun is shining warm.

Inviting.

Work? Hmmmm.

Begin again.

Tomorrow.

09/04/2015

Exciting day with fun to come,

to see the Salford One:

The Bard himself,

John Cooper Clarke.

Will words flow on distant dereliction,

or feisty forms frisson forth?

Will it inflict upon me

like a knife twisting words,

into my brain?

Joey with his new hair cut

NaPoWriMo..on catch up!

I've missed doing this for a few years but as I realised only a few days late I thought I would add it to my overloaded life and catch up in chunks!

Some poems may be whimsical, others serious. Some may follow a set pattern, others in my usual random style....lets see what happens. But each will have a relevance to my day.

01/04/2015

Lirpa Loof is released

to raid the brains of waffle and warp

before the clock strikes twelve

and the carriage deminishes into pumkin mush

beriddled with mice crawling and feasting

leaving you questioning the sanity of man

02/04/2015

Late on line launch party

makes for weary eyes and brain

as Agnil and the Centaur's Secret

strides boldly up to Amazon

resplendent with my illustrations

and takes a bow

amongst peers.

Joining the throng to stand

head and shoulders above.

03/04/2015

A down day from sad news.

                                        A death.

Too soon.

Too early.

Too.........................everything.

A man I was yet to know truly.

Suffered fools never.

Held friends dear, has passed.

Too shocked.

Too stunned.

Too.....................................

04/04/2015

Three million!!!!! I have won three million!!

How will I spend it?

A car or two or three?

A house with indoor pool and a library full of books?

A propery abroad maybe?

A party for friends, a round the world trip?

So Grace Patel in South Africa,

your direct line is in my phone

Johannesburg I'm coming

for my Three Million pounds

I'm no fool, it's for real.

05/04/2015

He rose on Easter Sunday so it's said,

not a chocolate egg in sight.

No gorging in E numbers to the supermarlets delight

on this very day.

I rose on Sunday to make tea.

To let the dog out for release.

A bright blue day.

No man rising.

No egg for me.

06/04/2015

To stretch and relax,

fourth lie-in in a row.

Dog pawing hand,

waiting to wee

I pad downstairs:

make tea.

Ponder what the day will bring. 

Rescue a bee.

First cut of the grass.

Sit. 

Enjoy the warmth of the sun.

Stop being a busy bee and breathe.

Enjoy what life has given,

relish the air, the sun, the day.

Do chores but enjoy

Be me.

Relax.

Be thankful.