Official DUP NaPo/GloProWrimo 2018
12/30
The Woman, the Rose
The rose, so soft and so sweet
Only here for a moment it’s time is so fleeting
For it blooms ever wide and then fades away
It’s prime only lasting for a few days
Yet rain can make them wilt and petals fall below
For when hey are weakened they are not ready to show
So fall to the ground as they surely will do
Where they wither and dry out to some different hue
Will bloom again when the timing is right
Whether it be some days or hundreds of nights
And just like the rose a women’s beauty shines above
All else as she favors you with kindness and love
Her skin emitting soft fragrance unlike anything before
Softly caressing her, fingers on bare skin wanting more
She’s divinity in motion, living and breathing right there
With her beautiful aura and whimsical flair
You can feel her heartbeat as it pulses through her veins
Feel her pressed against you as she hands you the reigns
To explore and adore her like the queen that she is
It’s moments like these to discover what love really is
*posting double today, got sidetracked yesterday*
13/30
Memories
Give me your memories so ravaged by time
Let me make them new, spin then divine
The madness of memories left you to bare
The shell of a person, barely even there
But come there’s much to change and to show
So many different directions in which one may go
Don’t look at the bad it is merely a lesson
It’s hard for you to see which I’m guessing
Let me take your burdens and show you the way
To spin them around and lead to better days
Showing you the good and bring it to light
Make something so dull more shiny and bright
To lift you up when you don’t see the reason
Lifting you up higher no matter the season
It may not work quickly of course this is true
We’ll just work at it harder to change up its hue
You mustn’t give up I won’t let you fall down
I’ll pick you back up from your place on the ground
I won’t let you slip through the cracks or my fingers at all
Know that I’m your friend and I’ll never let you fall
The Woman, the Rose
The rose, so soft and so sweet
Only here for a moment it’s time is so fleeting
For it blooms ever wide and then fades away
It’s prime only lasting for a few days
Yet rain can make them wilt and petals fall below
For when hey are weakened they are not ready to show
So fall to the ground as they surely will do
Where they wither and dry out to some different hue
Will bloom again when the timing is right
Whether it be some days or hundreds of nights
And just like the rose a women’s beauty shines above
All else as she favors you with kindness and love
Her skin emitting soft fragrance unlike anything before
Softly caressing her, fingers on bare skin wanting more
She’s divinity in motion, living and breathing right there
With her beautiful aura and whimsical flair
You can feel her heartbeat as it pulses through her veins
Feel her pressed against you as she hands you the reigns
To explore and adore her like the queen that she is
It’s moments like these to discover what love really is
*posting double today, got sidetracked yesterday*
13/30
Memories
Give me your memories so ravaged by time
Let me make them new, spin then divine
The madness of memories left you to bare
The shell of a person, barely even there
But come there’s much to change and to show
So many different directions in which one may go
Don’t look at the bad it is merely a lesson
It’s hard for you to see which I’m guessing
Let me take your burdens and show you the way
To spin them around and lead to better days
Showing you the good and bring it to light
Make something so dull more shiny and bright
To lift you up when you don’t see the reason
Lifting you up higher no matter the season
It may not work quickly of course this is true
We’ll just work at it harder to change up its hue
You mustn’t give up I won’t let you fall down
I’ll pick you back up from your place on the ground
I won’t let you slip through the cracks or my fingers at all
Know that I’m your friend and I’ll never let you fall
8/30
they say they care
It seems
the ones who say
they'll pray
for me
have the most
hope
that things
will be
okay
Is it bad that
I get mad at
them? They're only trying
to help
But I'm not crying
over spilled milk
All I see
is sympathy
(and maybe
a little pity)
They wish me the best
and watch as I try to clean
up my mess
Are they proud of how
noble they must have seemed
as they stooped down
to grace me with their good deed?
Empty promises of prayer
and that they'll always be there
The ones who dare
to say they really care
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9/30
brightest and best
(inspired by prompt #1: deep)
she's so talented
so deep
her emotions flow like ink
she's so expressive
so original
so in touch with her soul
she's so young
but profound
nothing can tear her heart down
she's the brightest
she's so deep
she's a poetic prodigy
she's a doll
in daddy's eyes
dressed in pretty pink disguise
perfect to him
but in truth
she's just another spoiled youth
of course he's proud
most parents are
he sees his daughter as a star
but he forgets
she's one of many
the sky is filled with galaxies
she's just a dot
among the rest
but he's confident that she's the best
daddy's gaze
stays fixed on his girl
the bright center of his world
they say they care
It seems
the ones who say
they'll pray
for me
have the most
hope
that things
will be
okay
Is it bad that
I get mad at
them? They're only trying
to help
But I'm not crying
over spilled milk
All I see
is sympathy
(and maybe
a little pity)
They wish me the best
and watch as I try to clean
up my mess
Are they proud of how
noble they must have seemed
as they stooped down
to grace me with their good deed?
Empty promises of prayer
and that they'll always be there
The ones who dare
to say they really care
--------------------------------
9/30
brightest and best
(inspired by prompt #1: deep)
she's so talented
so deep
her emotions flow like ink
she's so expressive
so original
so in touch with her soul
she's so young
but profound
nothing can tear her heart down
she's the brightest
she's so deep
she's a poetic prodigy
she's a doll
in daddy's eyes
dressed in pretty pink disguise
perfect to him
but in truth
she's just another spoiled youth
of course he's proud
most parents are
he sees his daughter as a star
but he forgets
she's one of many
the sky is filled with galaxies
she's just a dot
among the rest
but he's confident that she's the best
daddy's gaze
stays fixed on his girl
the bright center of his world
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14/30
Most Haunted
by apparitions of you
undaunted, I roam
the restless nights
through an open floorplan
of a home yet to be built
before
Dawn smites the sky
causing my drafting table to
tilt
Whispering a poem
softly in your ear
I sigh
letting it be known
I am always nearby
ready to join you soon
under quilt again
when Taurus moon
circles back round high
Until then, I
remain ghostly
most haunted
by who we could be
for Ahavati with Love
💜
Most Haunted
by apparitions of you
undaunted, I roam
the restless nights
through an open floorplan
of a home yet to be built
before
Dawn smites the sky
causing my drafting table to
tilt
Whispering a poem
softly in your ear
I sigh
letting it be known
I am always nearby
ready to join you soon
under quilt again
when Taurus moon
circles back round high
Until then, I
remain ghostly
most haunted
by who we could be
for Ahavati with Love
💜
And we're rounding the bend holding at 19!
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14/30
Breathing Misdeeds
Just say no to kitten huffing
euphoric hit that ruins lives
it's a path that led to doom
addiction to rice pudding
resist the urge for plush fur
seeking fragrance locked within
it's source of all sin
that covenant broken in past times.
The holy books has it wrong
an apple was not the fatal charm
instead a feline was the lure
for sin to enter mankind's heart
the lying serpent spun his lie
furry kitten held in hand
'it's not right for the boss
to keep nirvana for himself'.
The temptation lay in fur
for the fragrance trapped within
dulcet notes that were forbid
became the knowledge not meant for man
the rest is history to our chagrin
an end to goodness all bemoan
even as the addicts claim
they find God by breathing deep.
Never mind the hairballs coughed
or the new fear of any dogs
the transgression that's damned us all
is still pursued by high and low
in plush enclaves of the rich
or dank hovels behind closed doors
Lucifer laughs as the trapped
breathing misdeeds into life.
Breathing Misdeeds
Just say no to kitten huffing
euphoric hit that ruins lives
it's a path that led to doom
addiction to rice pudding
resist the urge for plush fur
seeking fragrance locked within
it's source of all sin
that covenant broken in past times.
The holy books has it wrong
an apple was not the fatal charm
instead a feline was the lure
for sin to enter mankind's heart
the lying serpent spun his lie
furry kitten held in hand
'it's not right for the boss
to keep nirvana for himself'.
The temptation lay in fur
for the fragrance trapped within
dulcet notes that were forbid
became the knowledge not meant for man
the rest is history to our chagrin
an end to goodness all bemoan
even as the addicts claim
they find God by breathing deep.
Never mind the hairballs coughed
or the new fear of any dogs
the transgression that's damned us all
is still pursued by high and low
in plush enclaves of the rich
or dank hovels behind closed doors
Lucifer laughs as the trapped
breathing misdeeds into life.
An Experiment in Hope
(NaPo #14, April 14, 2018)
I tried
to open the door, a crack, thinking
that If I peered out,
something hopeful
would peer back.
There was a fancied thing, that
seemed it could be prosperous, but
red flags flew high, once more
at subtle inconsistencies.
Tarnished views of certain
parts of the world,
of life,
reaffirmed themselves.
“What would you take
from me, if I’d swung the door
wide?”
I am content
once again, with
my own heart, if you don’t mind.
Next, I shall explore “trust”
instead of “hope”.
(NaPo #14, April 14, 2018)
I tried
to open the door, a crack, thinking
that If I peered out,
something hopeful
would peer back.
There was a fancied thing, that
seemed it could be prosperous, but
red flags flew high, once more
at subtle inconsistencies.
Tarnished views of certain
parts of the world,
of life,
reaffirmed themselves.
“What would you take
from me, if I’d swung the door
wide?”
I am content
once again, with
my own heart, if you don’t mind.
Next, I shall explore “trust”
instead of “hope”.
Virgo (Rising) @ Starbucks *14/30
1
Unshaven.
In black and white.
Like cup of Pico Dark,
its evidence in limbo
stretches his senses
waiting in a niche,
the early wake
with bags of
roasted whole bean
retail.
2
Pastries.
In glass case display.
He holds a vigil to the
sound of ghost’d speak
watching passers-by
passing time & fail
to piped-in jazz,
while empty
sipping @ coffee’s
edges.
3
Slow drip.
Thru filter'd mind.
Like a glowing sunrise
from laptop Apple face
that steels his watch
in an anxious chill
like an epitaph,
sans a voice
sans her live warmth
scented.
Copyright ©️ 2018 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
*NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2018
(unrhymed pantoum paring)
formule poésie érotique 14/30
Sculpting -
What artist could resist this medium?
How could creative hands not seek its depth’
To bring to life its mysteries well kept.
What skillful progress forms this inner world.
How could creative hands not seek its depth?
How harden softness gives to fingers wet,
What skillful progress forms this inner world,
In slickened rise and turn, in pull and press.
How harden softness gives to fingers wet,
With sheerest dampened fabric, slow removed,
In slickened rise and turn, in pull and press,
That brings reversive cede with art defined.
With sheerest dampened fabric, slow removed,
With every stroke and slide of artist’s styl’,
That brings reversive cede with art defined
Goddess’ emerge with each caressing touch.
With every stroke and slide of artist’s styl’
In whispered gasps emit as work gives space,
Goddess’ emerge with each caressing touch,
As shape responds in offered fold and curve.
In whispered gasps emit as work gives space
To bring to life its mysteries well kept,
As shape responds in offered fold and curve,
What artist could resist this medium.
Resculpting -
What artist could resist this medium,
As shape responds in offered fold and curve,
To bring to life its mysteries well kept,
In whispered gasps’ emit as work gives space.
As shape responds in offered fold and curve.
Goddess’ emerge with each caressing touch,
In whispered gasps’ emit as work gives space,
With every stroke and slide of artist’s styl’.
Goddess’ emerge with each caressing touch,
That brings reversive cede with art defined,
With every stroke and slide of artist’s styl’,
With sheerest dampened fabric, slow removed.
That brings reversive cede with art defined,
In slickened rise and turn, in pull and press.
With sheerest dampened fabric, slow removed,
How harden softness gives to fingers wet.
In slickened rise and turn, in pull and press,
What skillful progress forms this inner world,
How harden softness gives to fingers wet,
How could creative hands not seek its depth?
What skillful progress forms this inner world,
To bring to life its mysteries well kept,
How could creative hands not seek its depth?
What artist could resist this medium?
(yesterday was so full of things; I didn't have time to sit down and get it out. doubling up today)
13/30
withdoodles
Friday:
no caffeine;
not my usual two cups, or three
of lovely black nectar -
just a spot of Earl gray
that I couldn't even finish all the way.
And no headache?
Okay...
I've suspected something's wrong with me.
Now I have tangible evidence.
Why am I fine?
How can I
so coldly
slice what I want
from my life
and not lose a pint,
let alone a drop
of this blood that
loves so completely,
carries caffeine like an intravenous,
daily parade?
And why am I bothered
by missing out on pain?
Guess I feel like it's waiting.
13/30
withdoodles
Friday:
no caffeine;
not my usual two cups, or three
of lovely black nectar -
just a spot of Earl gray
that I couldn't even finish all the way.
And no headache?
Okay...
I've suspected something's wrong with me.
Now I have tangible evidence.
Why am I fine?
How can I
so coldly
slice what I want
from my life
and not lose a pint,
let alone a drop
of this blood that
loves so completely,
carries caffeine like an intravenous,
daily parade?
And why am I bothered
by missing out on pain?
Guess I feel like it's waiting.
Morbidity (14 / 30)
Death comes to us all
for some just not quick enough
karma needs my help
Immortality
who wants to live forever
I'd get fuckin bored
He just passed away
no light at end of tunnel
he threw six touchdowns
burgers, buns and fries
turns you into super size
too soon your demise
My morbidity
mind no longer set to stun
all fear has just gone
Edgar Allan Poe
is not dead; he is simply
Living in a box
your Jugular slashed
with my faithful Stanley knife
should have said sorry
Death comes to us all
for some just not quick enough
karma needs my help
Immortality
who wants to live forever
I'd get fuckin bored
He just passed away
no light at end of tunnel
he threw six touchdowns
burgers, buns and fries
turns you into super size
too soon your demise
My morbidity
mind no longer set to stun
all fear has just gone
Edgar Allan Poe
is not dead; he is simply
Living in a box
your Jugular slashed
with my faithful Stanley knife
should have said sorry
14.
Funny Business
Down where the deep dank things are,
lies a clown of ill repute
this bull faced bozo
will bore the pants off you
with truly terrible poetry
which stink of stupid rhymes
more than enough to warrant as crimes
against literature and language.
Hidden in the sewers
this would be bard has holed up
plotting and conniving
the next pennywise dreadful
to kill with its vileness
and give all nightmares
of this antic's anthology.
But fear not!
For a brave band of misfits
with wizard wisdom
berserker belligerence
roguish repartee
and monk manoeuvres,
went down to cleanse
underground clown town
and cease the jester's japes
by beating the lyrical loon
in an epic snap rap battle,
silencing their waxing lyrical
with a verse so satirical,
that this could not even come close
to those mean keen beats
and is but a tribute
to those well versed warriors
who made that clown kowtow
to their superior melody;
now that clown has changed their views
and writes the nine o'clock news!
(Unique words: 126.)
Funny Business
Down where the deep dank things are,
lies a clown of ill repute
this bull faced bozo
will bore the pants off you
with truly terrible poetry
which stink of stupid rhymes
more than enough to warrant as crimes
against literature and language.
Hidden in the sewers
this would be bard has holed up
plotting and conniving
the next pennywise dreadful
to kill with its vileness
and give all nightmares
of this antic's anthology.
But fear not!
For a brave band of misfits
with wizard wisdom
berserker belligerence
roguish repartee
and monk manoeuvres,
went down to cleanse
underground clown town
and cease the jester's japes
by beating the lyrical loon
in an epic snap rap battle,
silencing their waxing lyrical
with a verse so satirical,
that this could not even come close
to those mean keen beats
and is but a tribute
to those well versed warriors
who made that clown kowtow
to their superior melody;
now that clown has changed their views
and writes the nine o'clock news!
(Unique words: 126.)
14/30
Summertime Came (rap)
Summertime's comin' -
summertime came,
archin' her back to the sun's vibrations
It was worth every minute of the winter wait:
I heard her say my name...
like she missed me, she crashed on my chest, just trembling
Window wide, songbirds our assembly
They perch on the sill, just listening in
to this bright bedroom that my drowsy voice is fillin'
to the brim - summertime hymns -
coffee talkin', I can't get it off the subject
10 AM fresh, for the time of year the spirit resurrects
and rides the days' slow waves, cool morning to warm finish;
it's French-pressed nectar, black, bold, heaven-sent
substance that has been blessed, what they pour you at Brennan's
When you get lip contact - the very first touch -
that's the first spring day the season's eyelashes flutter up...
April goes on, you're watchin' her come to;
by May you can't believe what that seasonal blush do - the pillows
get so hot, got you ravenous come June -
you two all tangled up.
Ain't she something wonderful to wake to?
Summertime's comin',
Summertime came again,
archin' her back to the sun's vibrations
It was worth every minute of the winter wait
to hear her say my name.
Summertime Came (rap)
Summertime's comin' -
summertime came,
archin' her back to the sun's vibrations
It was worth every minute of the winter wait:
I heard her say my name...
like she missed me, she crashed on my chest, just trembling
Window wide, songbirds our assembly
They perch on the sill, just listening in
to this bright bedroom that my drowsy voice is fillin'
to the brim - summertime hymns -
coffee talkin', I can't get it off the subject
10 AM fresh, for the time of year the spirit resurrects
and rides the days' slow waves, cool morning to warm finish;
it's French-pressed nectar, black, bold, heaven-sent
substance that has been blessed, what they pour you at Brennan's
When you get lip contact - the very first touch -
that's the first spring day the season's eyelashes flutter up...
April goes on, you're watchin' her come to;
by May you can't believe what that seasonal blush do - the pillows
get so hot, got you ravenous come June -
you two all tangled up.
Ain't she something wonderful to wake to?
Summertime's comin',
Summertime came again,
archin' her back to the sun's vibrations
It was worth every minute of the winter wait
to hear her say my name.
