Official DUP NAPOWRIMO (National Poetry Writing Month) 2017
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Ahavati
JohnnyBlaze
mel44
RevolutionAl
Earth_Child
Jade-Pandora
Hepcat61
LobodeSanPedro
MadameLavender
DaisyGrace
Viddax
Whale
FromtheAsh
Magnetron
MaryWalker
PsychoticMastermind
Anarchitect
Josh
The_Silly_Sibyl
SatansSperm
Crimsin_Unveiling
David_MacLeod
We want to remind everyone who isn't a registered participant that you are more than welcome to join us. While you won't be eligible for the trophy, you will reap the fun and support of participating!
Anonymous
whispers in corridors
yonder lies the devil
stiletto staccato masking piercing screams
blood dripping from lethal fingers
dagger eyes and curled lips
laughing at the angel fallen on broken wings
gashes slowly bleeding
spreading upon the ground
she who loved and trusted
who offered up her all
betrayed by a thieving heart
he who stood in the shadows
blinded to the malice behind the eyes
by the mask of deceptive beauty at his side
he, the second victim eagerly waited
unsuspecting of his own demise
fetal she lay in the salt of her pain
as demon brazenly paraded
lashing metal-tipped whip
round the wound of her grave
shadows creeping ever inward
over bruised and burning eyes
weeping a final warning
to any who might take heed
have mercy on the fallen
the devil has taken
a mate
yonder lies the devil
stiletto staccato masking piercing screams
blood dripping from lethal fingers
dagger eyes and curled lips
laughing at the angel fallen on broken wings
gashes slowly bleeding
spreading upon the ground
she who loved and trusted
who offered up her all
betrayed by a thieving heart
he who stood in the shadows
blinded to the malice behind the eyes
by the mask of deceptive beauty at his side
he, the second victim eagerly waited
unsuspecting of his own demise
fetal she lay in the salt of her pain
as demon brazenly paraded
lashing metal-tipped whip
round the wound of her grave
shadows creeping ever inward
over bruised and burning eyes
weeping a final warning
to any who might take heed
have mercy on the fallen
the devil has taken
a mate
Anonymous
*I changed the title of this one to "have mercy" but can't make changes here...so, just letting you know. It won't match my regular post. Sorry, the title used here gave me another idea I want to use later :)
Demon Drug
I slept fretfully
wretched demons entered
my mind's door
lines of Meth were put out
& while stuck in this nightmare
I did them
I've been a heroin & cocaine addict
though this drug
is the most seductive devil of them all
the tar teaches you a lesson
leaves you deathly sick without it
the cocaine I could take or leave
this drug you can do & think yourself in the clear
it has an ugly bite
because it makes you feel so damn good
that you find yourself craving it
I fight the good fight daily
resist the temptation that knocks at my door
see I've made a deal with god or the devil
for my son's freedom
he's in a recovery program
I can't tell him it will be alright
that he can stay strong
if I can't
so I soldier on
for this is a real battlefield as any there were
I awoke feeling bad
though I won't be tricked today
into believing I can't win
Copyright © 2017 Crimsin. All Rights Reserved
I slept fretfully
wretched demons entered
my mind's door
lines of Meth were put out
& while stuck in this nightmare
I did them
I've been a heroin & cocaine addict
though this drug
is the most seductive devil of them all
the tar teaches you a lesson
leaves you deathly sick without it
the cocaine I could take or leave
this drug you can do & think yourself in the clear
it has an ugly bite
because it makes you feel so damn good
that you find yourself craving it
I fight the good fight daily
resist the temptation that knocks at my door
see I've made a deal with god or the devil
for my son's freedom
he's in a recovery program
I can't tell him it will be alright
that he can stay strong
if I can't
so I soldier on
for this is a real battlefield as any there were
I awoke feeling bad
though I won't be tricked today
into believing I can't win
Copyright © 2017 Crimsin. All Rights Reserved
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Now I know why diamonds are truly a girl's best friend because ...
... this bitch ain't loyal
Yeah sure
Right
We grew up together
She was from there from the start
Grade school
I remember the day she started bleeding
Like something from a Chucky movie
I didn't panic though
I took care of her
Mom hugged me that night
Said she was proud of me
High school
We ran track together
Roommates in college
And yes we experimented
But now
She's leaving with
My man
I mean
I was the one who cooked for him
Typed his papers in grad school
Introduced him to Cumbia and Salsa 💃
Taught him Spanish good enough so he got
the real prices at the market
Not the americano prices
But he's leaving with her
That little puta
She brags to my face
About making his toes curl
About making him call for Jesus
And now I know why he always asked
Whose is it?
Whose is it?
With me ass up and my face buried in the pillows
Then have the nerve to ask
What's my name?
I thought the prick had Alzheimer's
No
It was just his way of laying claim to her
The only one of us he truly loved
Her
I didn't help though
I laid back and watched her take selfie
After selfie
to send to him at the craziest times and
From the craziest places
One minute he and I'd be on the phone
The next she'd jump in because
He had to hear
Her
It's bad enough he's taking my heart
He's gotta take this
thot
this bitch
this ...
Wait
What if I want kids
Jill was right
Cookie is wild
And she will steal your man
Now I know why diamonds are truly a girl's best friend because ...
... this bitch ain't loyal
Yeah sure
Right
We grew up together
She was from there from the start
Grade school
I remember the day she started bleeding
Like something from a Chucky movie
I didn't panic though
I took care of her
Mom hugged me that night
Said she was proud of me
High school
We ran track together
Roommates in college
And yes we experimented
But now
She's leaving with
My man
I mean
I was the one who cooked for him
Typed his papers in grad school
Introduced him to Cumbia and Salsa 💃
Taught him Spanish good enough so he got
the real prices at the market
Not the americano prices
But he's leaving with her
That little puta
She brags to my face
About making his toes curl
About making him call for Jesus
And now I know why he always asked
Whose is it?
Whose is it?
With me ass up and my face buried in the pillows
Then have the nerve to ask
What's my name?
I thought the prick had Alzheimer's
No
It was just his way of laying claim to her
The only one of us he truly loved
Her
I didn't help though
I laid back and watched her take selfie
After selfie
to send to him at the craziest times and
From the craziest places
One minute he and I'd be on the phone
The next she'd jump in because
He had to hear
Her
It's bad enough he's taking my heart
He's gotta take this
thot
this bitch
this ...
Wait
What if I want kids
Jill was right
Cookie is wild
And she will steal your man
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VI. Consciousness
Absorbed in nothingness, we are nucleus
encased by our stellar evolutionary stage.
Conjoined particles of atomic Wholeness -
reverberations from the Origin of Truth.
As supernovas, we ignite violently, outshine
galaxies amid broad wavelengths of multiplied
refraction, singular glints of intuition bouncing
from mirror to mirror into the spectrogram.
Lambency separates our unique frequency
into an obscure vision of reality. Discarnate
Spirits, we, seeing once so clearly, become
shrouded in the experience of human error.
‘For now, we see through a glass, darkly;…’*
*1 Corinthians 13:12 (KJV)
...
VI. Consciousness
Absorbed in nothingness, we are nucleus
encased by our stellar evolutionary stage.
Conjoined particles of atomic Wholeness -
reverberations from the Origin of Truth.
As supernovas, we ignite violently, outshine
galaxies amid broad wavelengths of multiplied
refraction, singular glints of intuition bouncing
from mirror to mirror into the spectrogram.
Lambency separates our unique frequency
into an obscure vision of reality. Discarnate
Spirits, we, seeing once so clearly, become
shrouded in the experience of human error.
‘For now, we see through a glass, darkly;…’*
*1 Corinthians 13:12 (KJV)
...
NaPoWriMo 6/30 for April 6th, 2017
Villanelle No: 6
SUPPORTED
I stare into an empty cup
and feel the chill of thinner air
proclaim the ending of my luck
and sometimes when the shutters shut
cut out the light to bring despair
I stare into an empty cup
and feel that gnawing in my gut
which trips a switch to darkened cares
proclaim the ending of my luck
but then I think it’s clearly nuts
to play the game of solitaire
and stare into an empty cup
I fill the cup with quite a glut
of friends who question this affair
proclaiming ending of my luck
and thus supported I rebut
the pattern where I’m oft ensnared
of staring in an empty cup
proclaiming ending of my luck.
Villanelle No: 6
SUPPORTED
I stare into an empty cup
and feel the chill of thinner air
proclaim the ending of my luck
and sometimes when the shutters shut
cut out the light to bring despair
I stare into an empty cup
and feel that gnawing in my gut
which trips a switch to darkened cares
proclaim the ending of my luck
but then I think it’s clearly nuts
to play the game of solitaire
and stare into an empty cup
I fill the cup with quite a glut
of friends who question this affair
proclaiming ending of my luck
and thus supported I rebut
the pattern where I’m oft ensnared
of staring in an empty cup
proclaiming ending of my luck.
Anonymous
More Women Needed At The Reigns
Always the odd woman out
not allowed to play in your games
As much as I like being one of the boys
I have to agree with reindeer whose noses
are so bright and their elfin friends
aspiring to be a dentists
Those misfits had it right
This industry is so stagnant
when it comes to equal opportunity
that Christmas sucks Santa's
North Pole
And if that means I'm getting
a lump of coal in my stocking
then hang up the Mistletoe
because Mister Kringle can
kiss my merry ass
Always the odd woman out
not allowed to play in your games
As much as I like being one of the boys
I have to agree with reindeer whose noses
are so bright and their elfin friends
aspiring to be a dentists
Those misfits had it right
This industry is so stagnant
when it comes to equal opportunity
that Christmas sucks Santa's
North Pole
And if that means I'm getting
a lump of coal in my stocking
then hang up the Mistletoe
because Mister Kringle can
kiss my merry ass
Anonymous
Gold Records
Our weekly allowance
was cash raked in from ridding
lawns of leaves and branches
allowing us to invest in vinyl
never scratched on purpose
Back in those days
the only thing available
for download was rain
or chicken pox
while a reliable turntable
was worth its weight in gold
during dreary weather
or classroom plagues
even if the speakers
commandeered
one tenth of your bedroom
I suppose we are lucky
such clunky media players
have been reduced to
a rabbit's foot on a key chain
but it's just not the same
Where are the memories
attached to the melodies?
We could always recall
what we were doing
during a particular song
until our process of association
was inflicted with the onset of
this technological Alzheimer's
Now?
We can't even remember
when and where we were
the day the music died
Our weekly allowance
was cash raked in from ridding
lawns of leaves and branches
allowing us to invest in vinyl
never scratched on purpose
Back in those days
the only thing available
for download was rain
or chicken pox
while a reliable turntable
was worth its weight in gold
during dreary weather
or classroom plagues
even if the speakers
commandeered
one tenth of your bedroom
I suppose we are lucky
such clunky media players
have been reduced to
a rabbit's foot on a key chain
but it's just not the same
Where are the memories
attached to the melodies?
We could always recall
what we were doing
during a particular song
until our process of association
was inflicted with the onset of
this technological Alzheimer's
Now?
We can't even remember
when and where we were
the day the music died
Anonymous
Phantoms Of The Soap Opera
Don't expect me to write a song
to the effect of being
politically correct
Right or wrong
I write what's
on my mind
And I don't
take kindly
to direction
from dictators
with their hyper
critical demands
for more transparency
and ideas that only correlate
with theirs on how the show must go on
Phantoms lurking in the wings of this
soap opera
beware!
For I will tear your masks off
one by one
one poem at a time
Don't expect me to write a song
to the effect of being
politically correct
Right or wrong
I write what's
on my mind
And I don't
take kindly
to direction
from dictators
with their hyper
critical demands
for more transparency
and ideas that only correlate
with theirs on how the show must go on
Phantoms lurking in the wings of this
soap opera
beware!
For I will tear your masks off
one by one
one poem at a time
Anonymous
Banhammer Of The Mods
The more foul beings you
recruit into your sordid
horde of an alliance
the deeper I dig my heels
into the ashen ground
out of pure defiance
Wielding the mightiest hammer
bestowed by Mad Goddess Lavender
and the Underground Mistress
Always returns to my hand whenever hurled
You can be assured
I never fucking miss
Stained with the blood of Forum Trolls
Giant Assholes, Armored Dildos
Bad Omens and Demonic Souls
Banishing them all in an apoplectic
End of Days apocalyptic
clashing of titanic thrashing
smashing avatars into
splatterings of red pixels
Banhammer of the Mods
AGGGHHHHH!
HHHHHHHH
HHHHHHH
HHHHHH
HHHHH
HHHH
HHH
HH
H
*cough *
*sputter*
*wheeze*
Ack!
DWUNK!
SHPLOT!!
THWACK!!!
The more foul beings you
recruit into your sordid
horde of an alliance
the deeper I dig my heels
into the ashen ground
out of pure defiance
Wielding the mightiest hammer
bestowed by Mad Goddess Lavender
and the Underground Mistress
Always returns to my hand whenever hurled
You can be assured
I never fucking miss
Stained with the blood of Forum Trolls
Giant Assholes, Armored Dildos
Bad Omens and Demonic Souls
Banishing them all in an apoplectic
End of Days apocalyptic
clashing of titanic thrashing
smashing avatars into
splatterings of red pixels
Banhammer of the Mods
AGGGHHHHH!
HHHHHHHH
HHHHHHH
HHHHHH
HHHHH
HHHH
HHH
HH
H
*cough *
*sputter*
*wheeze*
Ack!
DWUNK!
SHPLOT!!
THWACK!!!
SIXTH PIECE
While mouths were made to raise and praise
Wild tongues are hard to tame
Where a fight all day strayed into the night
A loose tongue was to blame
What vanity is profanity to damn deity to act
With a dirty word a raised fist
Blind swearing fallacy is as good as a fact
That damns this man with a kiss
When air tears where a curse worsens swears
You wish you could leave it
And the tears when the anger clears my dears
Say God Bless and believe it
May past actions better my words
Take the silver from my fist
While mouths were made to raise and praise
Wild tongues are hard to tame
Where a fight all day strayed into the night
A loose tongue was to blame
What vanity is profanity to damn deity to act
With a dirty word a raised fist
Blind swearing fallacy is as good as a fact
That damns this man with a kiss
When air tears where a curse worsens swears
You wish you could leave it
And the tears when the anger clears my dears
Say God Bless and believe it
May past actions better my words
Take the silver from my fist
