C.J. Carrow

Writing daily prompts for fun. Finding I am heavily skewed to poetry and may release an anthology in due course.

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C.J. Carrow

Writing daily prompts for fun. Finding I am heavily skewed to poetry and may release an anthology in due course.

Writings

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A Crowd Of One

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

A single voice is quiet,

A crowd — cacophony,

And if I start a riot,

I want more there than me.

The individual is weak,

The masses have the power.

If change is what we truly seek,

Together we must flower.

A single tap left running,

Well that’s not a big deal.

Like a single ball of snow,

Slowly rolling down a hill.

A little bit of plastic,

A tiny bit of litter.

Whilst I’m enthusiastic,

I’m not E...

Poetry

Looped In

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

The stress builds up inside him,

Like a cup that’s getting full.

It overflows, past the brim,

Down — I watch him spiral.

He takes a big deep breath,

And starts to draft reply.

His keystrokes like a treble clef,

Hits send and then a sigh.

He drives home to his kids and wife,

His passenger: his thoughts.

Daily tantrums are his life,

She wanted pants not shorts.

When he gets the girls to sleep,

He...

Poetry

Nag A Ram

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Eleven plus two is just twelve plus one,

Just like a funeral can equate to real fun.

Snooze alarms: alas, no more Z’s,

Elvis lives and the eyes, they see.

The waitress: “a stew Sir?”

The cockroach — Cook, catch her!

And that great charmer,

Is Margaret Thatcher.

Repeating “hello?” is a telephone girl,

She’s at the Hilton, which is hint: hotel.

For old west action,

you need Clint Eastwood.

Crea...

Poetry

Little Red

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Young, naive, and barely eighteen,

Little Red trends on the OnlyFans scene.

She’s in her bed only dressed in her hood,

And for nine ninety-nine, she is up to no good.

“Forget the size of my teeth, eyes, and ears,

_This_ is all the better to rail you my dear!”

“My how big you are downstairs Mr Robin,

You’re hung like a wolf and I see it is throbbin’.”

The man’s wearing green, a bulge in his tight...

Poetry

Three Little Pigs

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

I was always the odd one, the youngest of three,

My brothers less focussed on details than me.

They cared more for dollars than they did about sense,

They thought they were scholars, as they built their tents.

A career in construction, what could go wrong?

But they trimmed too much fat as they went along.

Saving on labour, saving on tools,

Not saving for tax though. Short-sighted fools.

One day ...

Poetry

Corporate Kakistocracy

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

The squeakiest wheel gets the grease,

But I’m quiet as a mouse.

Taken advantage of, getting fleeced,

Despite my business nous.

Others with vocal advocates,

Nepotism is strong.

Knowing that I am up for it,

But not making a song.

Actions speak louder than words they say,

But closed mouths don’t get fed.

The whingiest whiners, they get their way,

The rest of us — left for dead.

Then when the quiet...

Poetry

White Night

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Hush.

I’m here.

It’s okay.

My little love,

It was just a dream,

It felt real but wasn’t.

You are safe, daddy has you.

“I had a dream you died, will you?”

“Not for a very long time darling.”

She sleeps. I’ll tell her the truth. Just not now…...

Poetry

When I’m On My Own

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

When no one is watching I drop the charade,

Home on my own — no need for parade.

Solitary time is how I fill my cup,

Board games and writing keeps energy up.

At work, always on — just one call away,

Small talk and faking my way through the day.

Nervous to dial but okay to type,

Before calls I’m needing to get myself hyped.

When no one is watching, I hope I do good.

Treating others the best that ...

Poetry

Mrs Right

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

As I stare into her deep blue eyes,

I think, “is she the one?”

An honest girl, she tells no lies,

She loves just having fun.

I can visualise our wedding day,

She stands there dressed in white,

My family with nought to say,

Cos I’ve found Mrs Right.

Love is a gamble - I used to laugh,

Like blindly throwing darts.

But if I cut this deck in half,

I might draw seven of hearts.

“For you, my love, I’...

Poetry

Let It Rain

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

As I wait for the lights, it starts to rain down.

_Pop_ the umbrella I’ve been lugging around town.

To my left is a woman, clothes ratty and old.

As a strong gust picks up, she is shivering cold.

Bullets of water slam into her face,

My expensive suit remains perfect in place.

As I look at this woman I think of my mother,

Poor, unprepared — I offer some cover.

She smiles at me meekly and tucks h...

Poetry