The Annual Bloggers Bash Awards – Join Us On August 1st 2015

The Annual Bloggers Bash Awards – Join Us On August 1st 2015. I’m not going to be able to make this because I’m spending quality time with my son on that day but I thought I would share this for followers in this country who might be able to get. Sounds amazing. May just go to the library another time and pretend!

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The Annual Bloggers Bash Awards – Join Us On August 1st 2015

The Annual Bloggers Bash Awards – Join Us On August 1st 2015.

I’m not going to be able to make this because I’m spending quality time with my son on that day but I thought I would share this for followers in this country who might be able to get. Sounds amazing. May just go to the library another time and pretend!

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Love Song: not a sestina #amwriting #rhymingpoetry #new

I have been reading Elizabeth Bishop and playing with rhyming stanzas, but I think there is something missing here. I will have to look up a sestina again!  

Love Song  

I know you love me really

You just fight it

I should have made the tea

The way you like it  

I didn’t make the bed

And you were grumpy

The pillows were not plumped

Which made them lumpy  

If there’s a tear upon my face

Of course you’d swipe it

I should have made the tea

The way you like it  

And when you couldn’t sleep

It made you tired

You need your seven hours

It’s how you’re wired  

It’s like you’re a touch paper

And I light it

I should have made the tea

The way you like it  

So when you made the fist

I should have gone along

I’ve learnt to take the punches

In this love song  

I know that you feel better

When you fight me

How could you ever love

If you don’t like me?  

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When Did You Stop Learning Baby? #amwriting #rhymingpoetry #poetry 1994 to 1996

I have been looking through my entire back catalogue and discovered I like at least 24 poems and found more I can’t even remember writing. It is, however, the rhyming ones I wrote early on, before the poetry classes, that keep dragging me back. I have just made stanza two scan, so brought the detail forward a little.

I am really looking forward to the poetry editing workshop at the end of this month as I chucked an old one into the mix, together with my Pentrich Revolution and Derbyshire Rising folk song and Shred.

I may be back on my novel at this rate (which is not Simon Says, another one). Thank you for your time, non bots!

When Did You Stop Learning Baby?

 

 

When they told you off at school

When they told you kids should mess

When they told you that you’re thick

When they made you wear that dress

 

 

When the lads forgot their work

Took up studying your chest

When you worked out it’s not cool

When they made you wear that dress

 

 

When you won a full time post

At the PR intern’s desk

But they made you make the tea

When they made you wear that dress

 

 

When you drank yourself again

To a state of helplessness

When your period was late

When they made you wear that dress

 

 

When you gave it up for love

When your house was in a mess

When he only hit you once

When your baby wore a dress

 

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50 Treasures: Over to you…

beckydeans:

Would anyone else like to contribute to this blog? I know I used the Derby Local History Library when I was tracing the house history of my former home.

Originally posted on Derbyshire Record Office:

We are half-way through our tour through Derbyshire Record Office’s 50 Treasures, which we started publicising in 2012, to mark our fiftieth anniversary.  Treasures 24 and 25 have been selected by a former staff member and a researcher respectively, and we would like to take this opportunity to appeal for suggestions from other people who either use Derbyshire Record Office (in person or from afar) or used to work here.  Is there any document in our local studies or archives collections that particularly stands out for you?  The item you choose could be a “treasure” because of something intrinsic to the document itself – its appearance, its content, the themes it covers; or it could be precious to you because of your experience of it – something that would be invisible to others, perhaps some startling discovery that you made with it.  Or perhaps you are the person/organisation that gave us your nominate…

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Fable: One from the archive… Can’t remember if this ever saw the light of day… #amwriting

Fable

They’re dancing in Chaplain’s

She’s only fifteen

She’s naive and gorgeous

He’s fit and he’s keen

 

It’s clear she’s a virgin

He just doesn’t care

He gropes at her bottom

She fondles his hair

  

They’re dancing so dirty

She feels so grown up

Her friends are all envious

Her partner’s fucked up

 

He asks ‘Can I walk you’

She knows she should not

He smiles very sweetly

She’s feeling so hot

 

She talks to her posse

They warn her of it

They’ve heard about condoms

It doesn’t mean shit

 

He’s stopped there to kiss her

She thinks that’s enough

She thought he’d be gentle

He’s getting quite rough

 

He rips her dress open

It doesn’t feel right

She asks him to stop

And he tells her she’s tight

 

He takes off his trousers

She’s too scared to move

He says ‘kiss my precious’

She just wanted love

 

She kisses his fingers

He fingers her

She sees her first hard on

He asks ‘how is that’

 

Then says, ‘are you ready?’

He enters then sighs

Then pains is astounding

She screams and she cries

  

She hates how he’s stabbing

The films aren’t like this

It’s cold, unromantic

Who’s taking the piss?

 

He’s finished, he’s smoking

She’s aged by ten years

He asks if she came

And she vows, no more beers

 

Her mum’s sympathetic

She’s shocked but she’s cool

They go to the doctor’s

She has to miss school

  

She still goes to nightclubs

She’s taking the pill

She drinks now and then

But she doesn’t get ill.

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Looking around for something to perform at a performance poetry workshop… ‘Not Waving but Driving’ after Stevie Smith

Not Waving but Driving

Everyone saw boyracer’s car

But his stereo still pounded

‘There’s nothing like the open road

I’m not showing off, just driving’ 

 

‘What a tosser, he was always around the market

And now he’s dead

His special spoiler spoilt it all,’

They said 

 

His suspension failed the final test

His girlies are still tarting

But people miss someone to curse

Who’s waving not driving.

(c) Rebecca Deans 2015 

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