March Prompts 6501-6525

Thursday, March 17th, 06:30

6501 I hate seagulls. Rats with wings.

6502 This is one hell of a fire, a mother and a father of a fire

6503 Finally, I have only this to say

6504 A trench around, here a hill fort among our houses

6505 It isn’t their fault but I would still kill every one

6506 Salt, Pepper various ‘erbs.

6507 Wood sawn, wood smoothed, wood oiled

6508 Many Tories, one fire

6509 We shifted so much on an old pram

6510 So many things we take for granted; like breathing

6511 Going home to Wagon Train and Bonanza

6512 My father was there, he said, when Etna erupted

6513 I remember a bonfire; I was nine

6514 Men in clacking boots; real men, different then

6515 The ambulance parks under the trees

6516 The dull ache of my balls

6517 We ask only that you are honest

6518 Joseph Healey

6519 The burned the children, the drowned, the fevered.

6520 I need to eat

6521 I will never be warm in Centigrade

6522 The Healey child, barefoot in the rain

6523 Boiling potatoes for the dogs

6524 and my mother out

6525 A fair few came but most left early

March Prompts 6476-6500

Wednesday, March 16th, 09:00

6476 Your shoes upon the table

6477 We are considering your application

6478 Here we go, lads! This won’t hurt a bit.

6479 Brass baubles for widows

6480 I need to eat MEAT

6481 Young men in white scrubs, pretending these were not people

6482 His pipe, his slippers, his spectacles, his gun

6483 Everywhere sagging shoulders, heavy grey days

6484 SNAIL

6485 That’s thing thing about cadavers

6486 PIANO

6487 Our white legs, our white feet, the bed so cold

6488 Do you have any artificial parts? Teeth, joints, heart?

6489 Consider smoke, slaughter, the sun still rising

6490 There were two of them. No, three. There were four.

6491 Run it under the tap, love

6492 That thing about wailing and teeth

6493 If your head is truly empty, watch this.

6494 I am sorry I broke you, I was never good at things

6495 Turn off the sun. Jesus!

6496 You may be cold but that means you are not dead

6497 So now you’re a prophet?

6498 Swastikas are pretty

6499 You beat them all by yourself. You’re a hero.

6500 Oops, I’ve done it again

March Prompts 6450-6475

Monday, March 15th, 07:17

6451 My mother and a poem about a donkey 

6452 The thunderous call of a night-time swimming pool

6543 Between dying and the edge

6454 The idea that giving the masses what they want is democracy

6455 A quiet curry with a Sergeant Major

6456 There are some lights that make you cry

6457 Michaelangelo, Mother Theresa, Donald Trump

6458 Blancmange

6459 Visit her, but don’t stay long

6460 The deep retort made heavier by a closed mouth

6461 It is a memory, but too violent to articulate

6462 The feathery thoughts of a hot summer’s day

6463 The wondrous pink of Cherry-Blossom

6464 I am proud of the German Chancellor

6465 It is not what we normally think of as brave

6466 Silence is usually best, but remember how to roar

6467 There must be a reason I hate cats

6468 I would refute what you say, but to do that I would have to acknowledge you

6469 The bodies under the tarpaulin

6470 What should I take my daughter?

6471 The Body Language, not the words

6472 This Bitter Realm

6473 Some Beauty is a Burden

6474 To every action there is an equal and opposite not giving a fuck

6475 After the last tree falls

March Prompts 6426-6450

Monday, March 14th, 09:59

6426 The receding rails from legs apart to duck’s arse

6427 Those who waved off the departed are shuffling home

6528 Go!

6429 Great songs with lousy words

6430 The days are longer now, we bare joyous shoulders and knees

6431 I suspect his wife will come over

6432 Various Thoughts on Teleporting

6433 It seems this way as one becomes older

6434 Does the past ever go?

6435 At the moment this is the best I can do

6436 They listen to my heart by radio beams

6437 How it once was in Railway Buffets

6438 Women without husbands, women without sons

6439 We did it but missed the significance

6440 July the First is a season on its own

6441 We move from grief to greater grief, hoping there is nothing more

6442 We the unemployed, salute you!

6443 People don’t change, they become someone else

6444 Please, PLEASE, let us have a bloody revolution

6445 When skin attacks skin

6446 Let me grab you by your filthy black throat

6447 Dead cows, dead chickens, a dead goat

6448 That’s the thing with wombs

6449 A slim widow from Wolverhampton 

6450 On a train to London, who arrives?

March Prompts 6401-6425

Saturday, March 12th, 12:48

6401 She sat, grinning, as if she was a newly-discovered queen

6402 A man with three ideas can lead poor men

6403 Turn down my light, I must rest now

6404 This cruel month

6405 Like me homeward-bound after a game

6406 You hair was wet; there was seaweed on you arm

6407 I think of memories of desire

6408 Powder,s liquids, various additions

6409 How snow lies, the ground forgotten

6410 I do not think of death more than fifteen times a day

6411 There is a freedom on the high slopes, light air

6412 The grey mush that is November

6413 The desert is wild with voices

6414 There waiting in the heart of a bright light

6415 I am investigating myself, looking the other way occasionally

6416 Sunday, we are not expecting much

6417 She will not let me see nor let me hear

6418 I believe these may be addictive. Can I have more?

6419 Hush, Margaret is ready to speak!

6420 The quiet, proud sound of small water trickling trough rocks

6421 he kept walking but would not lift his eyes

6422 A fragile girl called Hyacinth

6223 It’s time, but withered, jerking, ugly 

6424 I can show you even darker shadows

6425 We are planting corpses, fertilised with blood

March Prompts 6376-6400

Friday, March 11th, 16:34

6376 Well done, Anona! Yours in one!

6377 I had a missed call from you

6378 Teddy Dressed.

6379 If the 1% had 99% of the sex…

6380 It would be better for all concerned if you did not interrupt

6381 I lurk beneath bridges, BOO!

6382 As a poet I make a bad plumber

6383 That’s the thing about DNA

6384 I can see clearly what needs to be done

6385 I eat my greens, boiled water, venison once a week

6386 The Art of the Garden Shed

6387 I’m saying, “Don’t go there.”

6388 Christine Keeler and my Mother

6389 My name is Damage, Collateral Damage

6390 Death, as sleep befalls

6391 Did wild horses ever drag anyone?

6392 For those of us ready, I say rejoice!

6393 Let me repose

6394 From time to time, in various private schools

6395 I imagine you in a perfect garden on a perfect day

6396 I am more or less willing, but a little tired

6397 I was the seventeenth Beatle

6398 The big rock was timid. The small rock was a little boulder

6399 he preferred his vice versa

6400 That seems like a round number

March Prompts 6351-6375

Friday, March 11th, 00:34

6351 A small car traveling too fast

6352 A valley full of steel and fire

6353 My excuse is that I’m dying. Will that do?

6354 It’s a train. It doesn’t give a shit

6355 After the accident we laid her by her favourite tree

6356 Why would you think darkness would stop us?

6357 Apparently I am officially dead (I feel OK)

6358 BLOOMSBURY

6359 His tie in the collar like a noose

6360 Horror in Waitrose

6361 Hear the scarlet soldiers

6362 The various methods for countering indigestion

6363 Undress, and slip into the cold sea

6364 PUMPKIN

6365 Spring light often misbehaves

6366 The need for love will make us impatient

6367 A degree of flammability

6368 The water is black but there are great fish down there

6369 REFLUX

6370 Do not tell a man he can never go home

6371 The rattle of the guns disturbs the generals

6372 It doesn’t always work out

6373 Pins on a map

6374 Nurse, Purses, Curses

6375 Boys of seventeen. Some will become men:

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March Prompts 6326-6350

Wednesday, March 9th, 16:15

6326 Lying like a cheap watch, right occasionally

6327 PICOLLO

6328 She smoked, kissed girls and argued back

6329 Jesus Christ! You Again?

6330 Helen McHelen, my maiden aunt, the practised murderess

6331 Sunlight, flowers, woven in your hair

6332 I dreamt that I was poor and woke up sweating

6333 You have dog-shit on your shoes, evil in your heart

6334 You have some sort of disease. Have you been to Africa?

6335 This end of the road is quieter, more refined

6336 Doctor Doctor & Nurse Nurse, a Love Story

6337 Not sure about this rash..

6338 This may seem fantastic, impossible, but

6339 Very well.

6340 There is a problem with gravity at Number Forty-Seven

6341 I would like to be a red balloon

6342 The house oppresses, smelling of dead perfume, cabbage

6343 The drowned are ugly

6344 Do it your way, or do it right.

6345 Many plates, steam, stainless-steel sinks, clatter

6346 The journalist who died of terminal honesty

6347 That shy thing, skipping, hals-hiding behind slim trees

6348 By the Throat

6349 The first time I saw lemon in tea

6350 Does a madman rant alone?

March Prompts 6276-6300

Tuesday, March 8th, 23:15

6276 We stopped to watch some men digging a hole

6277 I was starring in my own film but then I sacked myself

6278 Mam, Dad, yours, fuck you up they do, Yoda

6279 Sometimes I don’t know which side I’m on

6280 The difference between solitude and being alone

6281 Not sure exactly when, but he just walked out

6282 At times like this, a certain type of person will emerge

6283 What do they do with all the dead dogs?

6284 I am addicted to marriage or divorce

6285 Standing too close to the gas-fire

6286 The call it cowardly, that amazing act of courage

6287 Inside, as the door hisses closed behind us

6288 She had it all planned out, apart from where it didn’t work

6289 The definite stink of Grimsby 

6290 Get out early

6291 Smack, Whack. Take that you pig!

6292 Jedi Poetry

6293 I have this urge to watch Billy Elliot

6294 We met at a Hermit’s Convention

6295 Hand-cuff night at 47 Claremont Avenue

6296 Sure I remember. A Saturday it were. Or a Sunday

6297 He knows where the bodies are

6298 When the biro leaks and you thighs are blue

6299 Egg-Cup Love

6300 They have filled the box carefully with the first nothing ever found

March Prompts 6251-6275

Tuesday, March 7th, 05:59

6251 The rushing in my ears, the coursing of my blood

6252 The escalating cost of the Atlantic Prawn

6253 No Grapefruit (a terrible sacrifice)

6254 There will always be those not ready to die

6255 She lived upstairs above a chip shop

6256 An explosion, an ejection, concentrated filth

6257 The swimmer is unaware of the plane

6258 The click of a switch, no words

6259 Love is the worse thing and we are blind

6260 I have to do something, doctor

6261 Something fantastic. We are falling forever

6262 There are worse places to end up, worse conditions

6263 The creak of a bedroom door

6264 Make it a double. There’s a war on

6265 All we can do is keep swimming

6266 I wonder if I should write about explosions, deaths

6267 The rubbish spoken by so many to so many

6268 It is almost over. When it is done we will start again

6269 The lights all over Europe backed up by generators

6270 In the poem Jackie is really Deb

6271 I would prefer to give into temptation

6272 How the dog shits in the hall

6273 Here I am. I really am this disappointing

6274 The various side effects of various drugs

6275 We are down to the last 90.

March Prompts 6201-6225 

Sunday March 6th. 19:35

6201 I need to know what’s inside

6202 The elephant in the room has just shit on the carpet

6203 Give us this day our daily Sky

6204 High Stakes Contract Bridge; three dead, one missing

6205 The mouse scatters before the plough 

6206 No, no, no, I’m saying yes!

6207 The joys of the rusted sub-frame

6208 I am not a famous poet. I am not a poet.

6209 The opposite of love is apathy

6210 Let us imagine somewhere safe, kill ourselves and go there

6211 The teachers take us to the river’s edge

6212 The opposite of love is apathy

6213 The things they put in sausages

6214 Yes, yes, yes, it’s a no from me.

6215 She divorced me, citing the library

6216 Paper, Plumb Line, Table, Scissors, Paste

6217 The A470

6218 Surf? I can barely walk on land!

6219 It’s your turn to kill a cat

6220 Two ladders, a bucket, his leather belt,  letter

6221 When the paper runs out.

6222 The Assassination of Prince Charles

6223 Comings, Goings, Early, Late, Too early

6224 Yes, no, maybe, tell me a little bit more.

6225 Quietly he sits down, his rifle in his lap

March Prompts 6176-6200 

Saturday March 5th. 20:35

6176 The sea never comes this far, but there are other ways to drown

6177 Smile if she says anything, but don’t drink the tea

6178 The way the nights tremble

6179 You are talking oddly, as if something is broken in you

6180 The January dawns, white, cracking underfoot

6181 If the shepherd kicks his dog

6182 The half-deserted streets, the restless nights

6183 Qatar

6184 He asks that we take lilacs to Madame’s room

6185 It smelt like dead beer

6186 We are collecting drift-wood in the car-park

6187 She spoke out of the corners of her eyes

6188 Arthur McArthur’s Secret

6189 Did Achilles have an Achille’s Heel or just a heel?

6190 Some terrible thing inside, waiting, beating

6191 If I don’t die Wednesday, do you fancy a drink?

6192 It is not the moment to be angry

6193 With my hand upon the handle

6194 Among the fatness, the weight, of that August

6195 A fat policeman, jolly as he beats you

6196 A room not lit, but coloured by a single candle

6197 When the whisky spins in a heavy glass

6198 A roaring sun slicing through Spanish shutters

6199 If buglers, instead, played their fiddles

6200 It is very beautiful book

March Prompts 6151-6175

Saturday March 5th 09:55


6151 Turn-off the jukeboxes, delete the MP3s
6152 If you love me, undo your fists and sit
6153 And far above, not knowing I am here, the ISS passes
6154 His favourite flannel shirt, his favourite dog
6155 and eventually, the washing of the spears

6156 A love in seconds, every one screaming
6157 What if, for a day, it all started going backwards?
6158 Please place your eyes in the bucket provided
6159 He was found in the flooded workings, his bible in his vest
6160 You explete me.

6161 Never for the gravity of any situation
6162 A pint, two pints, three
6163 In bed, the plough through the roof light over my head
6164 What is left now except for dreaming?
6165 If I am a horse, to I run, jump or pull?

6166 Stranger, it is time for you to leave
6167 I am running away to Heaven. I play with light
6168 Let us drink slowly and remember better times
6169 We used to meet when her husband walked the dog
6170 FISH

6171 I was walking by a river edge, quiet, trying to decide
6172 Here beneath water, cottages, shops, the pubs, a church
6173 I was kidnapped by earthlings
6174 He had wanted to be a spy but couldn’t lie.
6175 A few left bob, the kettle on the hob

March Prompts 6101-6125. 

Friday March 4, 10:01

6101 Over the past month, how often have you had the sensation?

6102 To swim with Belugas

6103 With warm sand like silk around my feet

6104 To catch my breath when seeing beauty 

6105 Not emptying your bladder completely after urinating?

6106 A fine meal, good wine, good company

6107 How often have you had to urinate again?

6108 To run up a hill towards blue, gasp at the view

6109 How often do you get up to urinate in the night?

6110 Children before they know the world

6111 To chase a long ball, control it, smash it home

6112 Less than two hours after urinating.

6113 A perfect block of wood, hours polishing

6114 Are you Mostly Dissatisfied, Unhappy or Terrible?

6115 Guernsey Butter on Home-Made Bread

6116 How often do you stop urinating and start again?

6117 To Roar! To remember how to cry for joy

6118 An English Garden, stumbling bees, Radio Four

6119 How difficult is it to postpone urination?

6120 Certificates, small golden rewards

6121 Eyes to fall into, heart, warmth

6122 How often have you had a weak urinary stream?

6123 A crisp bed, tight around me, mother

6124 How often do you need to push or strain?

6125 Sunsets,the Northern Lights, Antartica

March Prompts 6126-6150

Friday March 4th, 19:20

6126 The Postman is singing

6127 150 over 89

6128 All the dead poets, all the wasted paper

6129 Sugar, Salt, Love

6130 and the song of the mother and the song of a son

6131 We have decided not to proceed

6132 Forever and forever, while rocks become sand

6133 I fill in the slots carefully

6134 It is not possible to be too devout

6135 I can hear carols being sung

6136 We need to hear soft music, notes flowing

6137 A fucking poet, ha-ha-ha!

6138 Let us peruse the information and discuss

6139 The ploughman follows his ox for a furlong

6140 I want to lie down on hot stones

6141 The martyrs, the innocents, the blacks

6142 Marzipan

6143 Their open mouths, angelic

6144 A dark room, for dreaming

6145 The meat rots better, the fish rots worse

6146 Those that once carried all before are tiny now

6147 My brother’s brothers

6148 I am aware of the river. I wonder about bodies

6149 A song like velvet

6150 The Bison, the mountain-lion, the stalking brave