Official DUP NAPOWRIMO (National Poetry Writing Month) 2017
When GOD Responded
Heard no words
read no text
lived the life of recluse
in the curtained darkness
of the book
Suddenly from a left side surprise
the values reshaped
and I heard my name called
with tease and a small word of sleaze
My first real prayer fell from my lips
"Oh father,
forgive me and see my faults
if this is wrong
and a thing, not to be done
create a reason
for her not to come
hear my prayer"
It was a hell-bent message that told
of a bloke who had
whose tradition fell
but the fact of the matter
the truth to be told
My god arranged reason for her to be gone!
And I sat in my darkness
wishing to sing
but then rather gave thanks
from my heart to him
"I'm loving angles instead"
[!]
10 -04 -2017
SEVENTH PIECE
So better be silent than spout like a fool
And others will deny the truth
Just for the hell of it
I take this piece of silver
and return it to the romans
A disease of discourse
The truth or otherwise irrelevant
To speak no evil is the new radicalism
What words can describe the Word
Man can only see on what light alights
He can not hear what a dog can
What he says he sees becomes his truth
What vessel is this to discover the universe
What tool have we to say what we understand
To seek impose power on others because of the knowledge you've been given is evil
Service not Power
They will offer short cuts through a wilderness
Where they will rob you
Away from the path that had been made for you
It is not for man to say what is true or not true his logic hasn't the capacity to discriminate
But his gut does
So better be silent than spout like a fool
And others will deny the truth
Just for the hell of it
I take this piece of silver
and return it to the romans
A disease of discourse
The truth or otherwise irrelevant
To speak no evil is the new radicalism
What words can describe the Word
Man can only see on what light alights
He can not hear what a dog can
What he says he sees becomes his truth
What vessel is this to discover the universe
What tool have we to say what we understand
To seek impose power on others because of the knowledge you've been given is evil
Service not Power
They will offer short cuts through a wilderness
Where they will rob you
Away from the path that had been made for you
It is not for man to say what is true or not true his logic hasn't the capacity to discriminate
But his gut does
Hoops
some people go for a walk in the park
others wear funny clothes I would never be caught dead in
try to hit a little ball into a tiny hole
for me I like to quiet my mind
by putting a 9.5 inch rubber ball
through a hoop
this game of urban ballet
performed on concrete
is my form of therapy
helps me to clear my mind
cleanse me of aggression
I crank up the boom-box
[ you need volume for this ]
& start with my personal favorite anthem
Cheech & Chong"s
"Basketball Jones"
& work on my groove
till I can tell just from the feel
of the ball off of my hand
that it is going in
I don't need to look
at the basket
I just listen for that swoosh
of the net
so thank you Dr. Naismith
for your little invention
has saved me countless
amounts of money
& time on a couch
helping to support
someones golf game
04092017
some people go for a walk in the park
others wear funny clothes I would never be caught dead in
try to hit a little ball into a tiny hole
for me I like to quiet my mind
by putting a 9.5 inch rubber ball
through a hoop
this game of urban ballet
performed on concrete
is my form of therapy
helps me to clear my mind
cleanse me of aggression
I crank up the boom-box
[ you need volume for this ]
& start with my personal favorite anthem
Cheech & Chong"s
"Basketball Jones"
& work on my groove
till I can tell just from the feel
of the ball off of my hand
that it is going in
I don't need to look
at the basket
I just listen for that swoosh
of the net
so thank you Dr. Naismith
for your little invention
has saved me countless
amounts of money
& time on a couch
helping to support
someones golf game
04092017
April 9--Writer's Block and Nasal, Too
Few hours left before "goodnight",
with no ideas of what to write.
Perhaps I'll just gross-out, instead,
Dear Reader, with how to clear my head,
though not the stuck words, as you'll see,
but swollen sinus cavities.
Every spring's a sinus infection,
for years, as far as my recollection.
Cup of water, add some salt,
snorted, makes the swelling halt .
Perhaps, then, I can finally breathe
and unlike last night, get some sleep .
Ready, set, and here we go--
mucus, boogers, about to blow !
Few hours left before "goodnight",
with no ideas of what to write.
Perhaps I'll just gross-out, instead,
Dear Reader, with how to clear my head,
though not the stuck words, as you'll see,
but swollen sinus cavities.
Every spring's a sinus infection,
for years, as far as my recollection.
Cup of water, add some salt,
snorted, makes the swelling halt .
Perhaps, then, I can finally breathe
and unlike last night, get some sleep .
Ready, set, and here we go--
mucus, boogers, about to blow !
Twenty Two
I looked down at the packet
Took the aluminium foil strip
Ignoring the instruction leaflet
Who gives a fuck about side affects
Cant believe a fuckin word they say
The wise old doctor says what to take
Take two, three times a day
The orange capsules look like candy
Even I know all drugs are hard candy
Even when taken as instructed
I carefully snap two into my hand
Two capsules of orangey sunshine
The foil shines, twenty two left
I consider taking another two
I consider taking twenty four
Nobody would need to know
It would be my little secret
All washed down with spiced rum
A bacon sandwich and a cigarette
Would make the act complete
I try to think of reasons not to
But my mind is positively bankrupt
But despite drawing lines in the sand
I fail miserably, lacking courage
I have the courage to eat a bacon sandwich
I have the courage to drink a spiced rum
But not enough to take more than
The instructed number of capsules
The orange smiley sunshine ones
Twenty two still to go
I looked down at the packet
Took the aluminium foil strip
Ignoring the instruction leaflet
Who gives a fuck about side affects
Cant believe a fuckin word they say
The wise old doctor says what to take
Take two, three times a day
The orange capsules look like candy
Even I know all drugs are hard candy
Even when taken as instructed
I carefully snap two into my hand
Two capsules of orangey sunshine
The foil shines, twenty two left
I consider taking another two
I consider taking twenty four
Nobody would need to know
It would be my little secret
All washed down with spiced rum
A bacon sandwich and a cigarette
Would make the act complete
I try to think of reasons not to
But my mind is positively bankrupt
But despite drawing lines in the sand
I fail miserably, lacking courage
I have the courage to eat a bacon sandwich
I have the courage to drink a spiced rum
But not enough to take more than
The instructed number of capsules
The orange smiley sunshine ones
Twenty two still to go
seedling
the sunflower 🌻 dropped a seed
as with all things from him
it was hardened with
speckled lashes
where he'd been beaten
his core and petals
withering each season
a drop of lavender
coats the seed
pulling it away from the scavengers
she is pure
and generous
the old blind sharecropper
cares for the seedling
until she breaks free
Stretching to reach
the lullabies
of her mother
which way shall she grow
breaking sediment
and the concrete chorus of men
so she may sing
melodies
never heard
in the wild
the sunflower 🌻 dropped a seed
as with all things from him
it was hardened with
speckled lashes
where he'd been beaten
his core and petals
withering each season
a drop of lavender
coats the seed
pulling it away from the scavengers
she is pure
and generous
the old blind sharecropper
cares for the seedling
until she breaks free
Stretching to reach
the lullabies
of her mother
which way shall she grow
breaking sediment
and the concrete chorus of men
so she may sing
melodies
never heard
in the wild
Sisters?
Here are my two children
One pretty, the other smart
Painful is the message
To a child’s heart
Feeling insufficient
Despite what side you’re on
Traumatic impression
An adolescences gone
Instead of being sisters
Rivals we became
Competing for attention
Always placing blame
A constant apprehension
Fostering of fears
Animosity developed
Carried through the years
Although we are now grown
Tensions do not budge
Regardless of my efforts
I sense a bitter grudge
Here are my two children
One pretty, the other smart
Painful is the message
To a child’s heart
Feeling insufficient
Despite what side you’re on
Traumatic impression
An adolescences gone
Instead of being sisters
Rivals we became
Competing for attention
Always placing blame
A constant apprehension
Fostering of fears
Animosity developed
Carried through the years
Although we are now grown
Tensions do not budge
Regardless of my efforts
I sense a bitter grudge
Ahavati said:
Napo throws many bouys out to its swimmers, Grace. Grab whichever is closer and swim on!
*moist eyes*
That's beautiful, Sage, I just had to say it here, I hope you don't mind.
DaisyGrace said:Autism....a tanka series
*****
Day 9. I know they aren't really tankas. I just stole the syllable count to help me get through today's poem.
Dear Grace, I've been a writer of the Tanka form for years, and let me say that if it's this poetic style that gets you by, you got your expressions across just fine. I'm extremely close to families with autistic children of all ages up to 18 years, and they are all amazing in their dedication & strength. My very best to you.
Napo throws many bouys out to its swimmers, Grace. Grab whichever is closer and swim on!
*moist eyes*
That's beautiful, Sage, I just had to say it here, I hope you don't mind.
DaisyGrace said:Autism....a tanka series
*****
Day 9. I know they aren't really tankas. I just stole the syllable count to help me get through today's poem.
Dear Grace, I've been a writer of the Tanka form for years, and let me say that if it's this poetic style that gets you by, you got your expressions across just fine. I'm extremely close to families with autistic children of all ages up to 18 years, and they are all amazing in their dedication & strength. My very best to you.
April 10 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )
Sweet Tea
When lonesome home I have a cup of tea,
A gentle steaming cup to put me right.
I hear the mantle ticking of the clock
And watch Venetian sunrise' morning light.
The crack of day is empty in my hands
While warmth of vessel cradles tenderly.
I think of nothing in these empty notes,
And then I see him peeking in on me.
I know he's far away at work in thought;
Perhaps still tending his own cup of sweet,
Or pouring tanic acid from an urn
And touches lips to rim to think of me.
I live these times for when we phantom meet,
When morning wraps us in a gentle sweep.
A moment from when life begins to rise
While lovers sip from cups of amber steeped.
Venetian = blinds
