Day Sixteen : Hey- Hey!

Hey- Hey!

Chalk white on grass green
Stains on socks, ankle deep
Slick, wet, slip and fall
Feint if you’ve been touched at all
False move, halfback
pay your due
Center forward’s rushing you
Set up, Stopper, wingers in
Charge, set up the ball again
and fail
and crash
Three naught and rack
Slip down the table
Season’s done
Home field advantage
And overrun

But still the wave, still the hands
Roaring voices from the stands
Loyalties to strangers’ blood and
Waving flags from No Man’s Lands

Allegiance is a choice
Like few others, like end lines
Once you cross it, you don’t switch
Scorch or scorn, clear or collide

Some fealties are wrought in stone
Like this one: You’ll Never Walk Alone

c. Yusra

16.04.2018

For Day Sixteen of NaMPoWriMo, I decided to take the easy route and write an unabashed love letter to Liverpool FC. And why not, too. Once upon a time, a little girl started watching football because of them, and never switched teams, or favorite sports. ❤

YNWA!

-C ❤️

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Calliope S. Lyre- the Facebook page is here!

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After months of prevaricating and weeks of procrastination, it’s finally up! Click on the picture and head over to Facebook and show me some Cookie love, you guys. ❤

 

-Your ever lovin’ Cookie Monster 😀

Electro-Cursive Therapy 





Electro-Cursive Therapy 

There used to be a beat, 

at the back of my head

A song that went somewhat awry 

And the words that used to dance 

At the whim of my demands 

Decided that they needed to fly 

So a-one a-vowel went up, 

A few inches ascent  

The other three slipped a verse or two 

And I told myself no, 

It’s internal, not infernal 

And well, poems don’t have to 

Always rhyme, you’re just learning

Your style’s still disconcerting

so what if the endings don’t match 

And fist meets pissed just fine 

No serious writer minds 

A sonnet that’s slipped off the tracks.

Well, now,

screw that. 

The problem with prose is 

It’s more ‘lose’ that rose, it’s 

Pretty, but just so wafer thin 

And I miss poetry 

The kind that sustained me 

Verses deep enough to drown in 

Of balls and ballads, I 

Cannot more defy, my

Visceral need to straighten, organize 

These six line limericks, these 

Odes epileptic 

Today, this rebellion dies! 

So please do forgive me 

if my renaissance is clumsy

My syllables are a little slow to revive 

 

But I’m treating this first 

This arrhythmia of my words 

Because- how else is a poet to stay alive? 

©yusra 

24.08.2017 

Aw Ashes of the Other Kind. 

Don’t think I’ve turned my wordpress into an Instagram outpost. 🙂
A lot of behind the scenes writing is happening. You’ve stayed with me for so many years, through so many stories. Hold on to me just a little longer. 
Dreams are in the works. ❤️ 

My love to every one who clicked here and stopped by,

Yusra❤️❤️

Day 28- Tell Me How


Day 28 of NaPoWriMo! For the prompt ‘tell me how to heal’. 
Bit of a dark turn, I know. I think it just hit a vein. 
And, well, when my personal dictator has been home since a week, it is a bit hard to focus on the good, too. 
Any hoodies, tomorrow I shall Endeavour to pick right up again. Wishing y’all a great weekend! 

Cuddles and mufflers, 

Yusra