DU Official NaPoWriMo Challenge

6/30

Only Angels

Didn’t think I’d feel your love
Why should I care, do you?
One thing’s for sure, people don’t stay
I know
It’s not that I don’t invite it
It’s just
No one comes around

Because wings are for angels
And letters are for lovers
Oh, and I’ve tried flying before
And I’ve wrote a tale or two
But to who?

Im lighter than a bird, but that’s still too heavy for you

Try as I might, it’s just a lie wrapped in flowers
In this world are many games
And I don’t play them right

It’s not that I don’t like it
It’s just
I’m comfortably numb
And that’s enough

I’m longing for someone to call home
But that’s something only angels know
Only angels.

7/30

Stars as Avatars of Death

In the valley of avatar shadows
Icy flesh fresh from: Death
Dwellings going blue in blue worlds gone black

To the other side we slide – No goin back

Awakening as stars – Seeing into being
Being into seeing
Dark side tides over white side of moon

Shadows of death – Shadows of doom

Population inundated in formation
Agape upon scapes of shadows, souls, shivering meadows

Mystified by the mystery, crying and self destructive
Many times, most of us, all across human history
Everyone wanting Heaven but no one wanting to die
Watched over by the overstanding stars

Understanding
all
that

We are.

7/30

ON LEAVING SCHOOL

I wanted to be an anarchist
but pay is poor and you might end up in jail;
an uncle said how about an antichrist?
but wasn’t keen on the unhappy ending;
father said a physicist?
but pretending to know? No way;
a botanist? mother said or a pianist…?
maybe a campanologist…?
Blank …
We don’t mind what you do dear as long as you’re happy.
Choices were so limited before the internet.

I sat glumly staring at the floor
stuck with the question what’s it all for?
The birds sang Just be yourself — we insist
who else can be you? Without a true you to exist,
you’ll be sorely missed.
25 years on, after a standard grist to the mill
making me stressed and ill
Ah I said in that case, as a realist, I’m a poet,
an anarchist.

7/30

Morning Coffee

I sip the dark,
welcoming the light;
from within I sing
of sunrises and daylight;
common little fat birds bellow
their good mornings from low branches,
as if everyone wakes so happily;
I’m working on it, little friend
I hope to join you in concert royale,
but not until I’ve had my coffee;
I need the creamed jolt of caffeine
to kick start my motor and rev the engine,
fire her up and get her moving;
then I will join your obnoxious chorus,
singing along with your cordial hello’s
and your long-winded how do you do’s

7 of 30


fighting the gag order


I am reminded...
of all the days I longed to run away
how funny is that
grown ass adult having fantasies of escape
find a little place on the side of a mountain
just me {& my cats}...
no cars or fights
or gunshots across the street
just the whispering rumors of wind
& gossipy titters of birds in the trees

nobody to notice if I remain mute
when the only person around is me
alternatively...
I could mouth off whenever I want
...who's going to protest
lately I've had this crazy idea
my thoughts & feelings might actually matter
but around here...
that's not how this used to progress
I once quietly accepted...{if not entirely content...}
...the role of silent observer

now if...{when}...I speak...
they slam the lid back down on me
I feel like condensed soup...
...thick with contents...
...undiluted...
crammed in a can with the same reply everytime...
..."who asked you"
because their opinions don't align with mine

{thing is...their disagreement...
doesn't make me wrong}

& just lately I've been aching
a need to just...go
wander off into the unknown
no longer afraid of opening my mouth
to risk causing an argument

{I'm non-confrontional by nature
fighting makes me uneasy}

raised voices...
occupy way too much space in my head
I'm tired of hiding & holding it all in
being the only one willing to compromise
{but is that what it's called
when it's always the same person
making the sacrifice}

yeah, I know
we teach them how to treat us
...by what we allow
& maybe the damage is too deeply seated 
it might be too late now

so tell me...
why does it seem like lonely is easier...
...all alone
it's the silence that drives me
empty spaces fill me
in ways noise never will
creating an unexpected calm
probably one of the biggest reasons...
I'm fascinated by abandoned places

07/30

Vargary

I don’t believe Stars sleep or even want to sleep
due to SUDDENLY being thrusted into this new
wonderment of light!
Yes, scientifically, sooner or later, much like our
earth’s sun, all stars get to forever rest.
Hooooooooooooowever,
Spiritually speaking, if new Angels can be born
why not a new star from an ended life on earth?
I wouldn’t want to be wasting my time
(there is NO TIME in the afterlife)
ceding into slumber.  I’d become the adventurer
of my neo ethereal existence!

Might ever spook some on my birth planet
just for giggles.  Maybe, if possible, let loved
ones know I AM OK.

Point is, why the heck would I even want
or think of sleeping?
I did that while I was alive.

7 of 30

For the Sake of Your Soul

don't be kind
or treat me as human
for the memories
of lost love
flooding back
uncontrolled

will break down
come undone
sobbing my heart out
leave these lips alone
can't afford their pain
to seep slowly inside

please walk away from destruction
save your soul completely
this monster deserves nothing
turn around fate isn't written
love's never truly mine


unique words 60
total words 60

7/30

Think What You Will

Sometimes I don’t want to be me
I have no power to change a thing

I roam and wonder what will be
And then I buy the shiniest bling

It helps me think when I drink tea
Things will be fine just admire my ring

I jump here and there as if I’m a flea
Until I’m knocked out no fly no wing

I find I must pause in order to pee
You won’t hear a thing as I like to sing

58 uw

7/30

Ode to My Mango Tree

two decades or so, yet
ever reaching out to me
your calloused branches...
my voice and touch
carved in your aging bough,
your song when leaves rustle
in the night breeze
overwhelms my tormented soul...
o' my dearest amrapali,
more than my confidant,
you are an embodiment
of my spirit guide
listening to my laments
and in whose silence
dwells solace-
an intercessor
who carries my
pleas and prayers
to the universe...
i sense divinity
amongst your foliage...
presence of the unknown
powerful yet sacred-
i bow down to thee,
my mango tree
in deep reverence...
when you flower
into small yellowish clusters
of inflorescence,
sweetly pungent fragrance
pervades my senses,
just like love
that fills up one's heart...
the fruits you bear
are like manna from heaven
an offering from the above
to us trifle beings...
when i'm gone
i'll still carry you in my thoughts;
when i come into your dreams
just know...
you are cradled in my heart,
my beloved mango tree
in the backyard...

7/30


Singing


Singing is one of the things
That make me happy
One of the ways to help me relax
When I had a tiring day
And one of the things I am good at

Since I was a child
I have an ear for music
I can easily memorize songs
Just from listening

I remember joining a singing competition in our community
When I was in grade school
It was during one of the Eid festivals
My voice was okay but half way through the song I cried
So I stopped and walked out of the stage

I think it was because of stage fright
That made me discontinue singing that day
In high school I never had the chance to sing or show my talent

When I took up BSEd at the University
I was interviewed by one of the college professors
And part of the interview was
Asking me to sing
I sang the song "you light up my life"

She was satisfied and told me that it must be the reason why my husband was charmed
Because I have a nice voice
Now I can sing with confidence when we have gatherings
Either in school or in our community

#7

Dissimulation

When was the last time you let yourself breathe?

Did you sink beneath the surface?

In this modern, purposeless society
Did you see the dissimulation?

Look outwards
Never inwards
Let your god be in the sky

Let your passions be connected
To sprout and slowly die

Did you let yourself breathe today?

For the realness to wash in

Those strange, suppressed feelings
That never breaks out of the skin

Did you feel before you understood?

Let that be a start.

This world is as much yours
As mine
But yours only- is your heart.

60 u/w

7 of 30

Feed the beast last

We are Archaeopteryx
baring an honest coo.

Clinging In aubrieta shadows
In a glass shield,
  thriving in a shelly existence

Abandonment into vertigo
and sweltering nature.

Surfing the trickle of tide,
storming the breezy heights,
gazing at coral underneath.
You are and not dream.

Listening to voices, follow
the capes, the drawls.
the swell of atmosphere
the burying of self,
the instinctive urge
the trembling run
and the driven trials of the eye.

Empty it all out in ashtrays,
spit the fluey phlegm
gargled and tempered

then speak like the slow movement
of a rotting rind.

7/30
Four letter words

i) fore word

Just some talk here,
then your main poem.
Ears open? Good!
Eyes wide? Yeah!
Take care!

ii) four word

Can't stop this ride!
Your life zips past
with fast pace;
full pelt.
Walk, then rise, then dash.
Life will seem long,
Much like soft rain,
tame wind,
can't stay here,
life ends; gone soon.
Thus, view each hour with care;
some good, some fine.
Take time; feel each feel:
love, fear, rage, zeal.
Even lows help grow hope.
Work hard? Earn more?
Work, play, rich, poor - only null;
adds zero!
Live well;
can't tell when your time ends.
Don't lose your time.
Live
life.

#7

~aromatic anomalies


does your hyperosmic eccentricities
make you an instant sniffer~ dog.. hit
by this an animalistic gifted streak…


or even so  better, make you
a uniquely magnifique maverick god


a magical synesthetic
to an esoteric mystique  
of whatever vagaries
of aromatic sensations


in an ease of a creative synthesise
to its brusque breakdown rapidities


anything & everything


from those high hanging
exotic ethereal perfumeries

to digging deep underground
an earthen odoriferous spread
of drawing addictive emanate
stenches.. of us, the hard-stuck
dead bed of fossiliferous bodies

to the still vagabonding alive chaos
of an amorously clamorous boutique
.. signature pheromonal calling tones


whatever


can this confounding anomaly
of this a curious case of aroma
be in any light of deconstruction?


why this wood of god.. this
vegetative Oudh .. wears
heavily the animalic warmth
evoking raw earthen scents
craving bodily sensualities ..

whilst those grand .. the animal
glandular scents of the civet
musk to the muskdeers.. to
the ambergris to castoreuems..


strangely enough..
flower as coppery cottony floral
sweetness ..


the exchanging evolutionary dna
of this universe.. being One  
absolute .. is the only light
to this perhaps




*unique words: 132

7 of 30

When I am Stressed

When I am stressed
I have to
get it off my chest,
as such things
can't be repressed
unless I actually
want to be depressed
and forego and forget
all the things blessed,
far too busy
in being stretched
to have a certain zest
needing time
to refresh and rest,
as I am overdone
and far from my best
as to taking on more
surely you jest,
for anger takes hold
when I am stressed.

(Unique Words: 53)