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.

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Writings

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Pua

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

My sweet little Pua joined me out to sea,

An idea to surf waves and then it hit me.

It capsized our boat, we got a second chance,

But the fear of it all made me Pua my pants!...

Poetry

Sunshine

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

You are the big microwave,

Warm me to my inner core.

Melting the ice from my heart,

The world looks a bit brighter....

Poetry

Nighttime Plight

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

A bad dream — you scream out to me,

I come running in a flash.

Shadows crawl across walls and you see,

Them spreading like a rash.

I took your head into my nook,

To calm you from your fears.

We share a look, recite a book,

I distract you from your tears.

A silly game of made up names,

Giggles fill my ears.

Now tame again my little dame,

Your laughs I love to hear.

I hold you tight throughout th...

Poetry

Fire At The Farm

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

I didn’t know you all that well,

But nobody deserves that hell.

You were a client but I could see,

A man proud of his family.

Sarcasm seeping through your smile,

With your simplistic, no fuss style.

Your three boys loved you, clear as day.

Your wife must miss you everyday.

I let you deduct that plane,

Sometimes wonder am I to blame.

If I said no, would that protect,

The start of this butterfly e...

Poetry

Stuck In Time

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Tick tock.

Hands moving but I’m staying still.

Quarter past the hour, a quarter through my life.

Only its not.

I’m halfway.

Maybe more.

Nobody knows when their batteries will run out.

Take their last tick.

Make their last tock.

Wind it back.

You can try but it just catches up again.

Tick.

Health scare.

Tock.

Exercise.

The cycle continues until it doesn’t.

Until it’s too late.

Tick…...

Poetry

Extinct

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

You’ve been gone for centuries,

Maybe you’re just hiding?

You don’t know what you meant to me,

On you I’ve dreamt of riding.

Your size is hard to comprehend,

You wouldn’t lose a fight.

Except the one that caused your end,

Against a meteorite!...

Poetry

Dredreamam

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

I fall from the rooftop and think that I am dying,

But before I hit the ground I realise I am flying.

I bite the moon, it tastes of cheese,

I use a spoon, and say more please,

I eat until I become a cow, you may think I’m lying.

I moo my way across the road to the butcher shop,

A red light here I know means go and never means to stop,

I sit and wait, a car zooms near,

I am irate, and full of fea...

Poetry

Mistakes Maketh The Man

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Nobody is perfect, especially not me.

Mistakes I’ve made get to live in my head rent free.

Things that I’ve done wrong at work, or have done less than well.

Choosing the wrong partner or missed chances with a girl.

Missteps as a parent or forgot what my wife said,

Forgetting almost instantly something that I just read.

Misplays in a board game, or a missed penalty.

Or a hundred other things that ...

Poetry

Snap Decision

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Too much peace leads to stagnation,

A complacent aging population.

The finite resources of this Earth,

Used up from San Fran, Paris, Perth.

That is why I’ve seen the light,

Though it doesn’t fill me with delight.

All six stones I must collect,

In order for me to protect.

Gauntlet on hand to hold them all,

Mother Nature — I hear her call.

Stones for space & soul & time,

Power, reality & mind.

Al...

Poetry

Silver Lining

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Ever since you’ve left there’s been this ever growing void,

A hole that cannot be filled, of hope I’m now devoid.

Sounds or smells remind of the not so distant past,

Or I recall an inside joke and suppress the urge to laugh.

Knowledge of you, useless now, sits inside my head,

An oxygen mask put atop a body which is dead.

I know that you’re not coming back and that I must move on,

They say you do...

Poetry