Official DUP NAPOWRIMO (National Poetry Writing Month) 2017
What were the rules on missed days again? Was it simply make sure you end up with 30 at the end and try to keep to 1 a day or something a little more strict? I missed out yesterday (day 
as I was out all day and got back home after midnight, and did not write/enter a poem while I had the time before that.
as I was out all day and got back home after midnight, and did not write/enter a poem while I had the time before that.
Viddax said:What were the rules on missed days again? Was it simply make sure you end up with 30 at the end and try to keep to 1 a day or something a little more strict? I missed out yesterday (day as I was out all day and got back home after midnight, and did not write/enter a poem while I had the time before that.
You can post two the following day. I have in mind that was the limit. I checked that knowing I was travelling.
as I was out all day and got back home after midnight, and did not write/enter a poem while I had the time before that. You can post two the following day. I have in mind that was the limit. I checked that knowing I was travelling.
YOGANOYOGA
The grave is deep enough
Time to stop digging
Throw yourself in
And walk away
betrayed humiliated humility breathe
I was glad to have died
One dinner jacket moth eaten
One pullover a sweater
Second hand genes
A jumble sale of selves
Used
No longer fit
One gale will steal these blooms
And tears of gratitude
A smile of comprehension
There are no dramas
No guilt or innocence
In yoga there is only doing
And when you fall
You repeat the posture and hold
A swan span from the lake
A right foot on my thigh
Feels like your hand touching me
The whistle in my nose
Like the wind through the window
And that throat swallow
A swan song heralding a cold winter's end
The grave is deep enough
Time to stop digging
Throw yourself in
And walk away
betrayed humiliated humility breathe
I was glad to have died
One dinner jacket moth eaten
One pullover a sweater
Second hand genes
A jumble sale of selves
Used
No longer fit
One gale will steal these blooms
And tears of gratitude
A smile of comprehension
There are no dramas
No guilt or innocence
In yoga there is only doing
And when you fall
You repeat the posture and hold
A swan span from the lake
A right foot on my thigh
Feels like your hand touching me
The whistle in my nose
Like the wind through the window
And that throat swallow
A swan song heralding a cold winter's end
BHAVAN
As wood turns orange and violet
As wood turns black and white
And the air melts and smokes
Breathing in it ignites
What burns becomes light
What was light becomes ash
What is ash becomes earth
What was earth wood
And wood burns
I am a fire song
I am the dance of flames
Foundation in the hearth
Sitting still
I burn
I am the offering
And the air about me melts
And I melt
I am the change I chose
And chose me
As wood turns orange and violet
As wood turns black and white
And the air melts and smokes
Breathing in it ignites
What burns becomes light
What was light becomes ash
What is ash becomes earth
What was earth wood
And wood burns
I am a fire song
I am the dance of flames
Foundation in the hearth
Sitting still
I burn
I am the offering
And the air about me melts
And I melt
I am the change I chose
And chose me
NaPoWriMo 9/30 for April 9th, 2017
Villanelle No: 9
SAILING BOAT
My garage has this sailing boat unused
been sitting there for seven years or more
“I have no time” remains my lame excuse
and critics tell me I can simply choose
then do it right away, not ask “what for?”
my garage has this sailing boat unused
and we are kept for ever half-amused
how things we like to do are such a chore
“I have no time” remains my lame excuse
for somewhere on the road we get confused
with disconnection to our vital core
my garage has this sailing boat unused
and then becoming stubborn we refuse
to risk and open up perception’s doors
“I have no time” remains my lame excuse
perhaps it’s time to book me on a cruise
and leave behind this clutter on the shore
my garage has this sailing boat unused
“I have no time” remains my lame excuse.
Villanelle No: 9
SAILING BOAT
My garage has this sailing boat unused
been sitting there for seven years or more
“I have no time” remains my lame excuse
and critics tell me I can simply choose
then do it right away, not ask “what for?”
my garage has this sailing boat unused
and we are kept for ever half-amused
how things we like to do are such a chore
“I have no time” remains my lame excuse
for somewhere on the road we get confused
with disconnection to our vital core
my garage has this sailing boat unused
and then becoming stubborn we refuse
to risk and open up perception’s doors
“I have no time” remains my lame excuse
perhaps it’s time to book me on a cruise
and leave behind this clutter on the shore
my garage has this sailing boat unused
“I have no time” remains my lame excuse.
Anonymous
Viddax said:What were the rules on missed days again? Was it simply make sure you end up with 30 at the end and try to keep to 1 a day or something a little more strict? I missed out yesterday (day as I was out all day and got back home after midnight, and did not write/enter a poem while I had the time before that.
RevolutionAL said:
You can post two the following day. I have in mind that was the limit. I checked that knowing I was travelling.
whale said:I got kidnapped and dragged to an ashram on the Welsh border - had my phone purloined
Only just got it back
Next two poems relate to weekend - then back to the seasonal 30pieces of the forgiveness of judas...
As long as you get caught up on the day after from whatever prohibited you from writing and or posting the day(s) before, all is good in the Underground Hood.
as I was out all day and got back home after midnight, and did not write/enter a poem while I had the time before that. RevolutionAL said:
You can post two the following day. I have in mind that was the limit. I checked that knowing I was travelling.
whale said:I got kidnapped and dragged to an ashram on the Welsh border - had my phone purloined
Only just got it back
Next two poems relate to weekend - then back to the seasonal 30pieces of the forgiveness of judas...
As long as you get caught up on the day after from whatever prohibited you from writing and or posting the day(s) before, all is good in the Underground Hood.
Anonymous
Beyond The Looking Glassed
I'm not here to show off
show you up
tell you what to do
what you should writing or
who it should be written for
I'm just mirages in the distance
giving you a glimpsed instance of potential
a host of holographic existential examples
illustrating the endless possibilities
Imitation's the name of the game
See past the person
you recognize within the confining
limitations of the mirror
When you find yourself
framed in a display case
the only way to be free
is to break the glass
I'm not here to show off
show you up
tell you what to do
what you should writing or
who it should be written for
I'm just mirages in the distance
giving you a glimpsed instance of potential
a host of holographic existential examples
illustrating the endless possibilities
Imitation's the name of the game
See past the person
you recognize within the confining
limitations of the mirror
When you find yourself
framed in a display case
the only way to be free
is to break the glass
Anonymous
Days Of Earth Past
We were here first
long before the asteroids
rained down upon this sphere
( then known as Gravitron )
in a hail of geological pre-cursors
embedded with biological markers
from which your race eventually emerged
The Makers saw it necessary to
annihilate our established civilization
with its flawed designs and
propensity for destruction;
restart the Great Existence anew
with more fragile constructs
such as yourselves that
could register "pain"
When others members of my kind
who escaped the fate of being
pulverized into metal scrap by taking refuge
in the outer spherical chambers
are accidentally released from their tombs
during your extractions of fossil fuels
they will marvel over the delicate
creature that is the Human Being
living in buildings ripe for demolition
and you will know pain
We were here first
long before the asteroids
rained down upon this sphere
( then known as Gravitron )
in a hail of geological pre-cursors
embedded with biological markers
from which your race eventually emerged
The Makers saw it necessary to
annihilate our established civilization
with its flawed designs and
propensity for destruction;
restart the Great Existence anew
with more fragile constructs
such as yourselves that
could register "pain"
When others members of my kind
who escaped the fate of being
pulverized into metal scrap by taking refuge
in the outer spherical chambers
are accidentally released from their tombs
during your extractions of fossil fuels
they will marvel over the delicate
creature that is the Human Being
living in buildings ripe for demolition
and you will know pain
Anonymous
Going The Distance
It's not a race
Keep a steady pace
to reach the finish line
and you'll do just fine
Not everything we stride for
comes to us naturally
Sometimes we have to
manufacture our own reality
Having already achieved your goal
it's easier to go the distance
So, try the future on for size
for a change of attire
See if it fits along with
your running
from Point A to Point B
shoes
Well?
What are you waiting for?
JUST DO IT
It's not a race
Keep a steady pace
to reach the finish line
and you'll do just fine
Not everything we stride for
comes to us naturally
Sometimes we have to
manufacture our own reality
Having already achieved your goal
it's easier to go the distance
So, try the future on for size
for a change of attire
See if it fits along with
your running
from Point A to Point B
shoes
Well?
What are you waiting for?
JUST DO IT
Anonymous
The Silence Of The Lambencies
Oh, my gourd,
do I ever love
Halloween
Another heady lantern
ready for decorating my
porch railing. Steady
now - don't drop him.
Yes, him.
I hugged him, loved him,
stabbed him with a steak knife,
scooped out his slimy guts
and named him George.
George, meet John,
Paul and Ringo; you
keep each other company
and try not to bother
Moe, Larry and Curly.
What did you say, Clarence?
Don't you dare sass me.
Mind your manners.
And behave now;
children will soon be
coming down the street
for a Trick and Treat.
So, keep your chatter to a
minimum and try not to
scare them away. Okay?
Alright.
Do your thing.
Oh, my gourd,
do I ever love
Halloween
Another heady lantern
ready for decorating my
porch railing. Steady
now - don't drop him.
Yes, him.
I hugged him, loved him,
stabbed him with a steak knife,
scooped out his slimy guts
and named him George.
George, meet John,
Paul and Ringo; you
keep each other company
and try not to bother
Moe, Larry and Curly.
What did you say, Clarence?
Don't you dare sass me.
Mind your manners.
And behave now;
children will soon be
coming down the street
for a Trick and Treat.
So, keep your chatter to a
minimum and try not to
scare them away. Okay?
Alright.
Do your thing.
The Beautiful Burger
Globular all around in its spherical majesty
a juicy chunk of meaty brilliance
with Moorish softness as above so below
like a rich vein of ore nestled between two tectonic plates
cushioned by delicious lava-like liquid
hot, sticky and ever so inviting;
sultry with promises of a smooth sliding ride
accompanied by virtuous, chaste vegetation
all natural in colour yet otherworldly in flavour;
a combination not of this world
yet created from the products of the rich earth
and lightly seasoned like the proud mountains;
by this sight shall it be known
an aroma to savour
of the impending flavour
to make the mouth weep in joy
and the heart beat boldly in ecstasy
affirming the life giving nutrients.
A dish formed over time, crafted and sculpted to perfection
- demolished in minutes with not even crumbs as witness.
(Entry 8, Day 9, 17:00 GMT)
Globular all around in its spherical majesty
a juicy chunk of meaty brilliance
with Moorish softness as above so below
like a rich vein of ore nestled between two tectonic plates
cushioned by delicious lava-like liquid
hot, sticky and ever so inviting;
sultry with promises of a smooth sliding ride
accompanied by virtuous, chaste vegetation
all natural in colour yet otherworldly in flavour;
a combination not of this world
yet created from the products of the rich earth
and lightly seasoned like the proud mountains;
by this sight shall it be known
an aroma to savour
of the impending flavour
to make the mouth weep in joy
and the heart beat boldly in ecstasy
affirming the life giving nutrients.
A dish formed over time, crafted and sculpted to perfection
- demolished in minutes with not even crumbs as witness.
(Entry 8, Day 9, 17:00 GMT)
Anonymous
Degradation
Rain soaked ceiling tiles and drywall
continuing their crumbling away
in the detention center for the diseased
where living damned were shuttered in
now home to decades of deterioration
a complex of compounding decay
Behind every warped door slammed shut
terror within each panic room is heard
to this very day
Patients still haunt the abandoned asylum
like it was yesterday
Even death itself
did not spare them from their
degradation
Rain soaked ceiling tiles and drywall
continuing their crumbling away
in the detention center for the diseased
where living damned were shuttered in
now home to decades of deterioration
a complex of compounding decay
Behind every warped door slammed shut
terror within each panic room is heard
to this very day
Patients still haunt the abandoned asylum
like it was yesterday
Even death itself
did not spare them from their
degradation
Secret Hitler
Suspicion and inquisition abound
with argument and counter-arguments flying free
as old moves are taken into account for new accusations
and moves yet to be made are scrutinised
with some found guilty before any crime
or tarred with the same brush
simply through fault of familiarisation or vicinity.
Yet the stakes are high with a win or lose condition,
no compromise or mercy given
for when one side wins the other loses everything.
The more vocal and loud voices
win support simply through belligerent bombastic
booming decrees
that shakes across the board
to uncover the traitors and liars hiding in silence
or to call them out into open confrontation;
their silence damning them
and their denial twice damning them
so that power is denied their way
through outmanoeuvres and bloc support
to block the revealed rivals.
Yet through such machinations and debate
there may be an annoyed cry
from misjudged liberty
'I'm not Fascist'!
(Day 9, Entry 9, 19:12 GMT)
Suspicion and inquisition abound
with argument and counter-arguments flying free
as old moves are taken into account for new accusations
and moves yet to be made are scrutinised
with some found guilty before any crime
or tarred with the same brush
simply through fault of familiarisation or vicinity.
Yet the stakes are high with a win or lose condition,
no compromise or mercy given
for when one side wins the other loses everything.
The more vocal and loud voices
win support simply through belligerent bombastic
booming decrees
that shakes across the board
to uncover the traitors and liars hiding in silence
or to call them out into open confrontation;
their silence damning them
and their denial twice damning them
so that power is denied their way
through outmanoeuvres and bloc support
to block the revealed rivals.
Yet through such machinations and debate
there may be an annoyed cry
from misjudged liberty
'I'm not Fascist'!
(Day 9, Entry 9, 19:12 GMT)
IX: Consciousness: Taste
Apperception, a new acquaintance
of oxygenation – lungs expanding
crossing the threshold of conception
into this contextual presence.
From perception to appreciation
attention taking sole possession.
Budded lips rooting the breast
for that nipple of sustenance.
Thus consumption commences,
grows stronger with daily desire -
suddenly we are mere humans
experiencing our first lesson:
The initiation of a Noble Truth
overcome only by Knowledge,
Enlightenment through growth:
Craving –
the result of ALL suffering.
...
Apperception, a new acquaintance
of oxygenation – lungs expanding
crossing the threshold of conception
into this contextual presence.
From perception to appreciation
attention taking sole possession.
Budded lips rooting the breast
for that nipple of sustenance.
Thus consumption commences,
grows stronger with daily desire -
suddenly we are mere humans
experiencing our first lesson:
The initiation of a Noble Truth
overcome only by Knowledge,
Enlightenment through growth:
Craving –
the result of ALL suffering.
...
