Official DUP NAPOWRIMO (National Poetry Writing Month) 2017
Anonymous
He We Go Again
I'm running late
for a very important date
Uh-oh, here I go
down the rabbit hole
I feel I just can't wait
Comes a time in everyone's life
when stars are wished upon
for a second chance
Now? I'm driving a vintage car
brand spanking new as the
Lady friend I'm taken with
and I'm taking her to
a high school dance
but I ain't here for kindling
long ago romance
or to make a fortune on sure bets
the only killing I'll be making soon
is putting a bullet in
Lee Harvey Oswald
that brainwashed buffoon of a patsy
changing the course of history
for the better
I'm running late for
a very important sate
Uh-oh, fucked that up
here I go AGAIN
I feel I just can't wait
This time
I'm gonna do it right
even though this time
fights me every step of the way
Alive and strange
resistant to change
the past is obdurate
inspired by Stephen King's 11/22/63
I'm running late
for a very important date
Uh-oh, here I go
down the rabbit hole
I feel I just can't wait
Comes a time in everyone's life
when stars are wished upon
for a second chance
Now? I'm driving a vintage car
brand spanking new as the
Lady friend I'm taken with
and I'm taking her to
a high school dance
but I ain't here for kindling
long ago romance
or to make a fortune on sure bets
the only killing I'll be making soon
is putting a bullet in
Lee Harvey Oswald
that brainwashed buffoon of a patsy
changing the course of history
for the better
I'm running late for
a very important sate
Uh-oh, fucked that up
here I go AGAIN
I feel I just can't wait
This time
I'm gonna do it right
even though this time
fights me every step of the way
Alive and strange
resistant to change
the past is obdurate
inspired by Stephen King's 11/22/63
MadameLavender
Forum Posts: 5711
Guardian of Shadows
90
Joined 17th Feb 2013Forum Posts: 5711
April 6—Quieting
Work-a-day world, slips
away,
leaving ringing in ears, and
poundings
through the blood-brain
barrier.
I hate you all, in
one way or another—
fabulous, getting paid to
solve issues, you created.
I long for the solace of
nights
when the work that matters,
gets done, and
I am alone, mostly.
I shall quiet my mind, in
the spines of books,
cast off
to the library fund-raiser
sale;
Musty smells and
Yellowed pages, calm
The unquiet soul.
Work-a-day world, slips
away,
leaving ringing in ears, and
poundings
through the blood-brain
barrier.
I hate you all, in
one way or another—
fabulous, getting paid to
solve issues, you created.
I long for the solace of
nights
when the work that matters,
gets done, and
I am alone, mostly.
I shall quiet my mind, in
the spines of books,
cast off
to the library fund-raiser
sale;
Musty smells and
Yellowed pages, calm
The unquiet soul.
Viddax
Lord Viddax
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Lord Viddax
Guardian of Shadows
32
Joined 10th Oct 2009Forum Posts: 6705
Ode to Leander
With bright steel tipped bow
to which none is shown prostration
only reinforced stern as is her gaze,
bedecked and decked out with arms
with which to shake the seas and skies,
proud prowling the wide waters
cruising for a bruising to inflict upon others,
though fair be her topside
it hides a fiery heart below that boils with passion
and puncturing retorts for those that scorn her,
Though many try to hold her and make her fold
in a puff of smoke she slips away
such is her elusive nature
for all but the keen eyed and those that understand her movements,
while she sails at your side
punishing those that assail her allies
destroying the would be destroyers,
none truer and loyal can be found
though on a whim she may turn and float away
not in cowardice but in command;
A love to lean on and depend on
for a long life and time.
(Day and entry 6, 22:52 GMT)
With bright steel tipped bow
to which none is shown prostration
only reinforced stern as is her gaze,
bedecked and decked out with arms
with which to shake the seas and skies,
proud prowling the wide waters
cruising for a bruising to inflict upon others,
though fair be her topside
it hides a fiery heart below that boils with passion
and puncturing retorts for those that scorn her,
Though many try to hold her and make her fold
in a puff of smoke she slips away
such is her elusive nature
for all but the keen eyed and those that understand her movements,
while she sails at your side
punishing those that assail her allies
destroying the would be destroyers,
none truer and loyal can be found
though on a whim she may turn and float away
not in cowardice but in command;
A love to lean on and depend on
for a long life and time.
(Day and entry 6, 22:52 GMT)
Jenny1959
Joined 14th Jan 2017
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Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 5
My Grandmother's Hands
My Grandmother's Hands
My Grandmother's hands told many tales
Of scrubbing steps and broken nails
Hand-washing clothes in enamel sink
Red football socks turned white towels pink
When not baking cakes at the old gas stove
Rag-rugs with old scraps of material she wove
Pantry shelves filled with powdered egg
Homemade rice pudding sprinkled with nutmeg
Sea-coal burning on an open coal fire
Bread on a toasting fork burning like a pyre
Grandma plumping up pillows from beneath granda’s head
Applying ointment to sores caused by being confined to bed
Hours spent at auctions bidding with her hand
Buying an incomplete bed wasn't what she planned
Back home in time for tea, crumpets and homemade strawberry jam,
I can still recall the smell of it, bubbling in the pan
Switching tv channels with a flick of her wrist
That’s how we did it back then, when remotes did not exist
Working hard all of her life, meeting everyone's demands
Every line and wrinkle told a story
On my Grandmother's hands
My Grandmother's hands told many tales
Of scrubbing steps and broken nails
Hand-washing clothes in enamel sink
Red football socks turned white towels pink
When not baking cakes at the old gas stove
Rag-rugs with old scraps of material she wove
Pantry shelves filled with powdered egg
Homemade rice pudding sprinkled with nutmeg
Sea-coal burning on an open coal fire
Bread on a toasting fork burning like a pyre
Grandma plumping up pillows from beneath granda’s head
Applying ointment to sores caused by being confined to bed
Hours spent at auctions bidding with her hand
Buying an incomplete bed wasn't what she planned
Back home in time for tea, crumpets and homemade strawberry jam,
I can still recall the smell of it, bubbling in the pan
Switching tv channels with a flick of her wrist
That’s how we did it back then, when remotes did not exist
Working hard all of her life, meeting everyone's demands
Every line and wrinkle told a story
On my Grandmother's hands
Written by Jenny1959
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mel44
Forum Posts: 337
Fire of Insight
11
Joined 3rd Mar 2017Forum Posts: 337
About to kick off new day... in Portugal so about 6 hours ahead of US. Hope that is ok.
David_Macleod
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14397816
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 5th Nov 2014Forum Posts: 2983
Hush
My safety will be breached
And not for the first time
My mother pretends
To sleep in another room
I hear the key crunch
The front door opens
I jump with expected fright
My pulse thumps hard
Like the man coming near
I start to feel the sickness
I get waves of shaking
Darkness envelopes me
In the sharpest of edges
Door forced like legs apart
The main light stays off
I just hate being eight
It make me want to cry
Hush, shhhhhhhh!
Remember it’s just like
In the Cowboy movies
Suck out the poison
Then get flipped like a
Burger medium rare
For simulated penetration
The violence subtle
The fear palpable
The aroma is acute
Whiskey and cigarettes
Biting down on the towel
Seemed like a lifetime
This is a fuckin secret
Tears apparently pointless
Whimpering a requirement
Until the poison flows
Then my name, spoken,
Whispered, “David.”
Hushhhh!
Shhhhhh!
My safety will be breached
And not for the first time
My mother pretends
To sleep in another room
I hear the key crunch
The front door opens
I jump with expected fright
My pulse thumps hard
Like the man coming near
I start to feel the sickness
I get waves of shaking
Darkness envelopes me
In the sharpest of edges
Door forced like legs apart
The main light stays off
I just hate being eight
It make me want to cry
Hush, shhhhhhhh!
Remember it’s just like
In the Cowboy movies
Suck out the poison
Then get flipped like a
Burger medium rare
For simulated penetration
The violence subtle
The fear palpable
The aroma is acute
Whiskey and cigarettes
Biting down on the towel
Seemed like a lifetime
This is a fuckin secret
Tears apparently pointless
Whimpering a requirement
Until the poison flows
Then my name, spoken,
Whispered, “David.”
Hushhhh!
Shhhhhh!
mel44
Forum Posts: 337
Fire of Insight
11
Joined 3rd Mar 2017Forum Posts: 337
I Am Enough
Searching for the simple moments
Existing amid life’s confusion
To feel uncomplicated pleasure
Not a masked illusion
Wanting truth without façade
That is why I came
Knowing a real honesty
With no one placing blame
Longing tender acceptance
For all I am and I believe
Experience love and belonging
Not so difficult to conceive
Feeling I am good enough
As the person that I am
Not feeling under fire
To pass someone’s exam
Seeking freedom through a courage
Allowing vulnerability
Strength in the genuineness
Appreciate an authenticity
Hoping for no judgement
As such leaves a scar
Believing in a gentleness
With no intent to mar
Reaching for an easy grace
From the eyes of my mind
Knowing its existence
From a past once left behind
Finding space to call my home
Comfort and tranquillity
Despite the perils of the world
I’ll live in humility
Touching an uncertain future
Existing outside of the fear
Solve the complex puzzle
May it never reappear
Written by mel44
Searching for the simple moments
Existing amid life’s confusion
To feel uncomplicated pleasure
Not a masked illusion
Wanting truth without façade
That is why I came
Knowing a real honesty
With no one placing blame
Longing tender acceptance
For all I am and I believe
Experience love and belonging
Not so difficult to conceive
Feeling I am good enough
As the person that I am
Not feeling under fire
To pass someone’s exam
Seeking freedom through a courage
Allowing vulnerability
Strength in the genuineness
Appreciate an authenticity
Hoping for no judgement
As such leaves a scar
Believing in a gentleness
With no intent to mar
Reaching for an easy grace
From the eyes of my mind
Knowing its existence
From a past once left behind
Finding space to call my home
Comfort and tranquillity
Despite the perils of the world
I’ll live in humility
Touching an uncertain future
Existing outside of the fear
Solve the complex puzzle
May it never reappear
Written by mel44
DaisyGrace
Forum Posts: 1392
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 29th Mar 2017Forum Posts: 1392
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SatansSperm
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Dangerous Mind
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Joined 19th Nov 2015Forum Posts: 3112
poème d'amour to a celestial body
I miss her orbit when she is not near
legend has it long ago we were torn apart
forever in a celestial dance
never to touch again
& those who say the moon has no gravity
do not know her as I do
for she lures me like a siren's song to the sea
& even the thought of eminent death
does not deter me
for she has a pull on my heart
stronger than any I have ever known
it beats to the tides
she creates
& I would gladly
fly into oblivion
for just a chance
to penetrate her surface
caress her Mons Rümker
touch the ridge of Vallis Alpes
swim in her mare serenitatis
watch the earth rise with her
the dawn of a new day
& if one day the heavens
fell to the earth
it would be her I would save
for she is the illuminating light
in my darkness
that guides me home
04062017
I miss her orbit when she is not near
legend has it long ago we were torn apart
forever in a celestial dance
never to touch again
& those who say the moon has no gravity
do not know her as I do
for she lures me like a siren's song to the sea
& even the thought of eminent death
does not deter me
for she has a pull on my heart
stronger than any I have ever known
it beats to the tides
she creates
& I would gladly
fly into oblivion
for just a chance
to penetrate her surface
caress her Mons Rümker
touch the ridge of Vallis Alpes
swim in her mare serenitatis
watch the earth rise with her
the dawn of a new day
& if one day the heavens
fell to the earth
it would be her I would save
for she is the illuminating light
in my darkness
that guides me home
04062017
RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
Forum Posts: 1257
Alistair Plint
Dangerous Mind
29
Joined 24th July 2012Forum Posts: 1257
Peek - A - Boo
So there I was living again
doing life
living the world
minding my business
a heart filled with
for-give-ness
Back in my sway
growing the hair
teaching kids
learning lines
and writing my way
When from out of space
in the silhouette of the moon
E.T. arrived
asked
to play "Peek a Boo"
Covered his head in a hoodie
seated his ass on a bicycle
Offered my mobile
he can
"phone home too".
[!]
06-04-2017 -
Anonymous
which level of hell is this?
pacing
patterns indiscriminate
fingers curling and unfurling
hands rubbing bruises into arms
as walls slowly fold inward
and the space I inhabit shrinks
until it's too small for me
listening intently
ears on high alert
tiny noises amplified
though muffled and distorted
choking trying to suck in air
it's too thick
not enough oxygen there
trying to remember to breathe
i
n
h
a
l
e
e
x
h
a
l
e
I'm not really under water
it only feels that way
something in my world
...isn't right
atmosphere out of kilter
I jump when a car goes by
absently scratching my neck
dragging nails
through skin already raw
can't sit still
got to move
alarms are screaming in my mind
skin crawling with tension
it's coming
I know it
I just...don't...know...what
pacing
patterns indiscriminate
fingers curling and unfurling
hands rubbing bruises into arms
as walls slowly fold inward
and the space I inhabit shrinks
until it's too small for me
listening intently
ears on high alert
tiny noises amplified
though muffled and distorted
choking trying to suck in air
it's too thick
not enough oxygen there
trying to remember to breathe
i
n
h
a
l
e
e
x
h
a
l
e
I'm not really under water
it only feels that way
something in my world
...isn't right
atmosphere out of kilter
I jump when a car goes by
absently scratching my neck
dragging nails
through skin already raw
can't sit still
got to move
alarms are screaming in my mind
skin crawling with tension
it's coming
I know it
I just...don't...know...what
Ahavati
Tams
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Tams
Tyrant of Words
122
Joined 11th Apr 2015Forum Posts: 16703
RevolutionAL said:
Peek - A - Boo
So there I was living again
doing life
living the world
minding my business
a heart filled with
for-give-ness
Back in my sway
growing the hair
teaching kids
learning lines
and writing my way
When from out of space
in the silhouette of the moon
E.T. arrived
asked
to play "Peek a Boo"
Covered his head in a hoodie
seated his ass on a bicycle
Offered my mobile
he can
"phone home too".
[!]
06-04-2017 -
Hey Al...Your previous is marked with the same date (see below). Isn't this one No 7? No need to edit. I gotcha down. Just pick it up from here.
06-04-2017
Loosely based on "King John's Christmas by AA Milne"
Peek - A - Boo
So there I was living again
doing life
living the world
minding my business
a heart filled with
for-give-ness
Back in my sway
growing the hair
teaching kids
learning lines
and writing my way
When from out of space
in the silhouette of the moon
E.T. arrived
asked
to play "Peek a Boo"
Covered his head in a hoodie
seated his ass on a bicycle
Offered my mobile
he can
"phone home too".
[!]
06-04-2017 -
Hey Al...Your previous is marked with the same date (see below). Isn't this one No 7? No need to edit. I gotcha down. Just pick it up from here.
06-04-2017
Loosely based on "King John's Christmas by AA Milne"
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
154
Joined 9th Nov 2015 Forum Posts: 5134
April 7 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )
Celeste
The clouds flow brazen with the wind of sighs
To constant seek the one who calls for them
By names that last beyond their perishing
And leaves their seasons scented with the earth
While far below the life of air-bound song
I stand before the dawn with covered eyes
To open mouth to imitate her creed
In hopes the goddess of the morning rise
Will cast upon, assuage this subject, bowed
And give me peace that she will soon return.
Anonymous
Welcome to Day 7! T-minus 24 days and counting! Congratulations to everyone who made it to the first marker! We're 1/4 the way home holding at 22 participants who are eligible for the trophy:
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 hop in with us! While you won't be eligible for the trophy, you will reap the fun and support of participating!
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 hop in with us! While you won't be eligible for the trophy, you will reap the fun and support of participating!