Welcome to Day 11 of the 2012 April Write – the Poets Jubilee Olympiad.
As we enter into our next 5 day Olympic phase # 3 representing Air Skills, we have now completed one third of the April Write and I’d like to continue keeping you on your toes!
There is no topic or title as such for today but only what YOU come up with by using ALL of these 20 random words I have chosen, in any order and only ONCE in your poem. To show that you have used those words, please capitalise them.
However it turns out and what ever you end up writing about…
Day 11 of the April Write is about YOU using YOUR Word Power to create!
Please watch the video to collect the 20 words you will need to write your poem!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ljr0jSSblBU
Angee
xoxo
The April Write 
Zita Holbourne
The EFFENDI bellowed ‘silence!’ as he slammed the HAMMER down
She looked back shocked for a moment then her face turned to a frown
Just before she SPAT in his face and took off on a familiar route
‘CHARGE!’ he screamed at the MYRMIDON TROUPE who SPRUNG up in pursuit
She had to ACT fast and LEAPT up and over the wall
Blocking out the VILE sound of their evil call
It was REMARKABLE but she landed safely in the overgrown garden GARNISHED with Spring flowers
Smiling at the sight of the cottage ahead illuminated with SPARKLES created by April showers
It’s a bittersweet REUNION as she enters as she knows it’s not safe to stay
He comforts her with a CUDDLE and gives her a pouch of DUCATS to help her on her way
Hands her over tenderly to her guide who TRANSPORTS her to a safe place
Isolated, confused and afraid she begins to write in this lonely place
Creates a detailed CHRONICLE of her recent traumatic history
Records a DEMERIT for her former captor whose actions remain a mystery
She cries tears of freedom as she carefully removes each SUTURE
And prays that someone will read and appreciate her story in the future.
(c)April 2012 ZITA HOLBOURNE
ANGELA EDGAR – WORD POWER
As my EFFENDI’S MYRMIDON counted a bag of DUCATS
Which he TRANSPORTS under cover as spoils of war back home
VILE rumours of his drink forgotten REUNION
With his renegade TROUPE of former bandits
Reached the ears of Paradiso’s court ahead of them
The Queen was told that whilst in trade negotiations
With the Royal Cousins
He SPAT at the sacred HAMMER of Avalon as she held it
And in her disgust, she LEAPT far away from him
When he came trying to CUDDLE her to make peace
In affront, she went off to sit and CHRONICLE
Her other lovers REMARKABLE efforts in her battle diary
Using her famed SPARKLES of gold-dust GARNISHED ink
He waited until she was alone
Then he SPRUNG with a mighty CHARGE at her
And was left trying to SUTURE the wound
She inflicted on him as part of foreplay
Officially stated as an ACT of royal self-defense
Everyone knew to his DEMERIT it was secretly in rage
For his poor attempt to motion her ocean in the bedroom.
©11th April 2012 Angela Edgar
Halim A Flowers (incarcerated)
I’m not attached to my ego so you don’t have to EFFENDI me
You’re lovely as well your beautiful self needs not be GARNISHED
VILE are those who would ridiculously
ACT as if they could come between what You and I have started
See this had to be meant how our two seperate worlds LEAPT
Into a SUTURE of the minds that this poetic world will never forget
You and I are the truth and simply our own TROUPE
They could DEMERIT our spirit so I’m tooting our own flute
Hidden pearls like SPAT
MYRMIDON for your love you got me trapped
More throwback than gold and silver DUCATS
REMARKABLE how you spread my words over the whole map
You stood up and took CHARGE for me when everyone else sat
Gifted me a REUNION to the world before I was even back
You broke down these walls with your compassionate HAMMER
Believed in me when others wanted me to CUDDLE in the slammer
So I hope my wife can overstand how I’m SPRUNG
Because this beautiful woman kept my CHRONICLE forever young
She SPARKLES the darkness of my cage just like the sun
TRANSPORTS my thoughts beyond the barbwire fences and gun……..
(c)11th April 2012 Halim A Flowers
Bayley Marina
The true EFFENDI brought down the HAMMER,
With great distain, with one soul aimed
He had seen the source and it was now the time
To let everyone know, what was on his mind
He had had enough of their VILE contemptible game
Reunification is a must
He SPAT the words which no one seemed to have heard
This TROUPE has too many MYRMIDONs
We need to go back to a time when each ‘man’ was able to think again
We need to stop this ACT
SUTUREd with DUCATS of silver and gold
fortified by the false hopes of those that are too cold
To understand that this land is not CHARGE with REMARKABLE
Women or men who know how our CHRONICLE will be told
We the people must stand and be heard
Their lies have been GARNISHED in the blood of the old
But our voice must be heard as their words are tarnished
Simply made to CUDDLE you tightly as you sleep
Lies that appear to bring though great SPARKLES as your mothers weep
SPRUNG from a false belief that
You the people have no beliefs
DEMERITed by a society police
You the people cannot stand alone
That as a people all hope has flown
I want to tell you we are not alone
A leap of faith is what we all need
Faith in your own ability
Faith that we can set ourselves free
From their corrupt ideology
Please I ask you to take this
Leap with me
This REUNION of ideas
TRANSPORTS your minds
And everything will becomes clear
I have LEAPT and now I see
All this BS that surrounds
I urge you now to take one step with me
Open your hearts, your minds, your inner creativity
And set yourselves free
(c)April 2012 Marina Bayley