Official DUP NaPo/GloProWrimo 2018
17/30
Who Taught Whom
Students my teachers
I learned early on
as quality lessons wavered
tolerance gone
speaking loudly
with much authority
seeking respect
based on superiority
demanding compliance
control not mine
I fought harder
behavioural decline
a long while passed
before I recovered
here are the truths
I eventually discovered
guide with compassion
practice humility
avoid emotional confrontation
demonstrate affability
I do not command
how others choose to act
only capable of ensuring
the manner in which I react
rapport is built
with patient prudence
responding gently
often affords obedience
if wishing to be of value
high esteem expected
promote confidence
leave dignity protected
upon these realisations
objectives within reach
it was then and only then
that I began to teach
Who Taught Whom
Students my teachers
I learned early on
as quality lessons wavered
tolerance gone
speaking loudly
with much authority
seeking respect
based on superiority
demanding compliance
control not mine
I fought harder
behavioural decline
a long while passed
before I recovered
here are the truths
I eventually discovered
guide with compassion
practice humility
avoid emotional confrontation
demonstrate affability
I do not command
how others choose to act
only capable of ensuring
the manner in which I react
rapport is built
with patient prudence
responding gently
often affords obedience
if wishing to be of value
high esteem expected
promote confidence
leave dignity protected
upon these realisations
objectives within reach
it was then and only then
that I began to teach
17/30
Beware The Nice Guy
Beware the nice guy of self repute
wearing sainthood like a cloak
atop the mask of feigned respect
for those considered likely prey
they'll gladly crush the miscreants
those who scorn the fair elegance
of a sex thought far too fragile
to stand upright against their toxic ilk
a mantra spills from slick tongues
forked while speaking calming words
a need to praise them without love
hold them safe in false respect
the rest of men are shown contempt
for the intimacy that's been withheld
heaped on others but not the pleasant
this wounded soul most would not touch
malice burns beneath the words
fueled by anger ill concealed
a hatred of those finding love
and the ones providing such
the nice guy misrepresents
a world view that seems contrite
asking grace to be granted
while damning love's true reward
we're all flawed in life's scars
the burnish gone by the years
a richness comes from old stains
met halfway when resolved
we've learned that polite is a farce
look instead to the rest
survivors that are made wise
to honeyed words in front of hate.
Sex & Politics *17/30
Ahhh, dirty sex and politics,
A combo never getting old.
To beat the devil at his game
And leave him standing in the cold.
But tell the truth, it’s all the same,
The Church & State can’t do a thing
When White House staffers get their kicks
While flying high Route 6-6-6.
The sex is bad, or should I talk
From unused prophylactic shock.
When Stormy weather rocks the ship,
She otherwise is well-equipped.
The overuse of eyelash fringe
Takes more than that to make me cringe,
If all that payoff’s meant to be
Cosmetic plastic surgery.
The Donald’s worse from what we’re told,
So Miss, if I may be so bold,
Before you cut him to the quick,
Does Trump have a 2-headed dick?
Copyright©️2018 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
*NaPoGloPoWriMo 2018
And we're holding at 19!
Greetings, Poets! Welcome to DAY 17! Today in History 19 poets wrote their hearts out in the trenches of WWNaPo! Despite dodging bullets of daily grinds, sleepless nights praying for the Muse to surrender, these poets valiantly stood their ground for poetry!
1. Ahavati - II✔✔
2. JohnnyBlaze - II✔✔
3. JadePandora - II✔✔
4. Viddax - II✔✔
5. Mel44 - II✔✔✔
6. cloventongue89 - II✔✔✔
7. David_Macleod - II✔✔✔
8. rowantree - II✔✔
9. ImperfectedStone - II✔✔
10. MadameLavender - II✔✔
11. ThePositivelyDark - I ✔✔✔✔✔
12. RevolutionAl - II✔✔✔
13. DaisyGrace - I ✔
14. Hepcat61- II✔✔
15. poetryaccident - II✔✔✔
16. Thetravelingfairy -II✔✔
17. MisfitPoet89 - II✔✔
18. Samael - II✔
19. Rosegold - I✔✔✔✔✔✔
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rowantree said:15/30
I Love Today (lyrics)
Rowan I have this at 16/30. . .
Please check your count after 24 hours.
Greetings, Poets! Welcome to DAY 17! Today in History 19 poets wrote their hearts out in the trenches of WWNaPo! Despite dodging bullets of daily grinds, sleepless nights praying for the Muse to surrender, these poets valiantly stood their ground for poetry!
1. Ahavati - II✔✔
2. JohnnyBlaze - II✔✔
3. JadePandora - II✔✔
4. Viddax - II✔✔
5. Mel44 - II✔✔✔
6. cloventongue89 - II✔✔✔
7. David_Macleod - II✔✔✔
8. rowantree - II✔✔
9. ImperfectedStone - II✔✔
10. MadameLavender - II✔✔
11. ThePositivelyDark - I ✔✔✔✔✔
12. RevolutionAl - II✔✔✔
13. DaisyGrace - I ✔
14. Hepcat61- II✔✔
15. poetryaccident - II✔✔✔
16. Thetravelingfairy -II✔✔
17. MisfitPoet89 - II✔✔
18. Samael - II✔
19. Rosegold - I✔✔✔✔✔✔
If your name has been removed, it's because you haven't posted, and we haven't heard from you in at least three days! If you're a registrant, resume posting ( no more than two a day, subsequently numbered in the same post ), with a footnote or prefix explaining why and you're back in!
30/30 or bust, Poets! 🚌📝
rowantree said:15/30
I Love Today (lyrics)
Rowan I have this at 16/30. . .
Please check your count after 24 hours.
(sonnet)
formule poésie érotique 17/30
A picture’s worth? one thousand words’ betray
In incantations, graphic elegies.
As couplets, let our spectral shapes’ foreplay,
A cyber navigation, expert ease.
As lithographic metaphor once led
To couplings, in days’ technique gone by,
Both slick and harder graphic ways instead,
Within our “cyber space” gives sweet comply.
I wonder if our webs, wide world breaks in,
And steals our private musings secret sent.
Would they as well, in automatic sin,
Be bought with such ablutions, sweet repent.
Though pictures may the real world elevate,
Our pictures, private master works create.
😇/😈
17.
Asterisk Wars
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away
Asterisk Wars
A Fresh Lyric.
The Scribble Alliance fight against the tyranny
of the New Literary Galactic Umpire.
The Umpire has developed new punctuation
to annihilate the Scribblers once and for all
with no adjective follow up citation,
though the Scribblers struck the first blow
by presenting their unfinished poems
with their errors and faults on show,
So continues the cosmic writing battle
exchanging line by line
in this perpetual stream of verbal prattle,
yet the Umpire feature Daft Grader
who is strong in the verse
and a clear rhetoric crusader.
Legends speak of one to bring quality
to the verse and galaxy
creating some much needed oral jollity,
before the Umpire's Kill Mark
scrutinises everything
making it tediously dark.
It all lies in the hands of a young poet
and an overly smug smuggler
although they currently do not know it,
aided by an ex knight of fiction
they will aim to remove the Umpire
in more than just an eviction.
Coming to a page near you,
May the Verse be with you.
(Unique words: 127.)
Asterisk Wars
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away
Asterisk Wars
A Fresh Lyric.
The Scribble Alliance fight against the tyranny
of the New Literary Galactic Umpire.
The Umpire has developed new punctuation
to annihilate the Scribblers once and for all
with no adjective follow up citation,
though the Scribblers struck the first blow
by presenting their unfinished poems
with their errors and faults on show,
So continues the cosmic writing battle
exchanging line by line
in this perpetual stream of verbal prattle,
yet the Umpire feature Daft Grader
who is strong in the verse
and a clear rhetoric crusader.
Legends speak of one to bring quality
to the verse and galaxy
creating some much needed oral jollity,
before the Umpire's Kill Mark
scrutinises everything
making it tediously dark.
It all lies in the hands of a young poet
and an overly smug smuggler
although they currently do not know it,
aided by an ex knight of fiction
they will aim to remove the Umpire
in more than just an eviction.
Coming to a page near you,
May the Verse be with you.
(Unique words: 127.)
Four Piles of Poo
(NaPo #17, April 17, 2018)
Sometimes I see white
flashes
and think it’s her
running by,
Mia,
full of youth, the prime
of barely out of kitten-hood.
The mind is full of trickery
at times like these.
There were four piles of shit
in the litter boxes
when there should have been
only three.
They don’t crap
more than once, daily,
and I,
the connoisseur
of kitty dung, know
which belongs to who.
Hers was there.
She’s come back, radiant,
new again
to make amends for not reaching
the box in time,
at the end of her Earthly life.
Or perhaps God
has a sense of humor
dark enough to rival mine.
Or perhaps God
allowed a visit
because I can’t quite let go
yet.
I would gladly take back
your diarrhea on the rug
to keep you with me, but
thank you for hitting
the box this time
in spirit,
my Mia.
(NaPo #17, April 17, 2018)
Sometimes I see white
flashes
and think it’s her
running by,
Mia,
full of youth, the prime
of barely out of kitten-hood.
The mind is full of trickery
at times like these.
There were four piles of shit
in the litter boxes
when there should have been
only three.
They don’t crap
more than once, daily,
and I,
the connoisseur
of kitty dung, know
which belongs to who.
Hers was there.
She’s come back, radiant,
new again
to make amends for not reaching
the box in time,
at the end of her Earthly life.
Or perhaps God
has a sense of humor
dark enough to rival mine.
Or perhaps God
allowed a visit
because I can’t quite let go
yet.
I would gladly take back
your diarrhea on the rug
to keep you with me, but
thank you for hitting
the box this time
in spirit,
my Mia.
17/30
Simple Nude
The difference between
infatuation
and
admiration
is roughly 1006 miles
Simply put
You are my role model
poised on the marble
pedestal
In my naked aspirations
I hope to stand next to you;
likewise inspiring others to
personal greatness
with depth of character so deep
in a life's brief history of time
transcending the Present
through artful Poetry
Though I've never seen you
without your clothes on
your nakedness to me
is nothing short of
astonishing
You've bared it all
held nothing back
and
I am
the better for it
for Ahavati with Love
💜
Simple Nude
The difference between
infatuation
and
admiration
is roughly 1006 miles
Simply put
You are my role model
poised on the marble
pedestal
In my naked aspirations
I hope to stand next to you;
likewise inspiring others to
personal greatness
with depth of character so deep
in a life's brief history of time
transcending the Present
through artful Poetry
Though I've never seen you
without your clothes on
your nakedness to me
is nothing short of
astonishing
You've bared it all
held nothing back
and
I am
the better for it
for Ahavati with Love
💜
17.30
UW:96
Sushi
I make a roll from your tongue,
I mean, I am not a fan of sushi,
but there it is, cold, flaccid and fresh.
The tongue twister to end your
tongue twisters.
I lick the tip,
that left colourful tips about my tone, my hair, my skin, my chin.
Remove the salt
and savour it,
admire it's length, it's rich pinkness.
Smile
at how it wriggles out long untruths
no more, I reach
across the table to the soy
sauce, sacreligious to some,
but I am already there bathing in the sins of my restitution
so you bathe too.
I let your fleckled flesh ooze under the depression
of my fork and like you
where I wouldn't have dared before.
In the gloom of the hovering light
above a kitchenette bar
I sit with you.
We're lovers still.
UW:96
Sushi
I make a roll from your tongue,
I mean, I am not a fan of sushi,
but there it is, cold, flaccid and fresh.
The tongue twister to end your
tongue twisters.
I lick the tip,
that left colourful tips about my tone, my hair, my skin, my chin.
Remove the salt
and savour it,
admire it's length, it's rich pinkness.
Smile
at how it wriggles out long untruths
no more, I reach
across the table to the soy
sauce, sacreligious to some,
but I am already there bathing in the sins of my restitution
so you bathe too.
I let your fleckled flesh ooze under the depression
of my fork and like you
where I wouldn't have dared before.
In the gloom of the hovering light
above a kitchenette bar
I sit with you.
We're lovers still.
17/30
“Fresh Start”
They say every day is a fresh start
Don’t trust the lies
It’s simply a repeat of the day before
A continuous cycle
Over again, and again, torturous
Time is chipping away at my sanity
Slowly but surely
Sinking deeper into the next day
Praying for a different sight
Hit me with lightning
Only to feel for a moment
Then be paralyzed
How I wish to anticipate
A sunny blue sky
With kites and birds flying over me
Polluting my memories
Are the days when it was just that
Now I’m dreading tomorrow
Sleeping away my anxieties
What happened to starting fresh?
Why can’t I just start over?
“Fresh Start”
They say every day is a fresh start
Don’t trust the lies
It’s simply a repeat of the day before
A continuous cycle
Over again, and again, torturous
Time is chipping away at my sanity
Slowly but surely
Sinking deeper into the next day
Praying for a different sight
Hit me with lightning
Only to feel for a moment
Then be paralyzed
How I wish to anticipate
A sunny blue sky
With kites and birds flying over me
Polluting my memories
Are the days when it was just that
Now I’m dreading tomorrow
Sleeping away my anxieties
What happened to starting fresh?
Why can’t I just start over?
Anatomy of Loss
IX
.i
Blame: spiritual detonation
Accuse. Judge. Condemn guilty
of circumstance, disempowering
the opportunity for growth
Shame, playing the victim
damaging the soil of Love
which cannot survive such injury
Unless acknowledged
Where is there to go from blame
except circular motion, repetition
duplicating pattern within pattern
until ingrained in contemplation
In the mirror there is a solution
the braille of a reflection
conveying the soul of intuition
It cannot be spoken, only felt
your solar plexus
that many pointed star of nerves
radiating . . .
There is no fault; let it go
Trust your Spirit Guide --
there is nothing to lose
except yourself to blame
if you continue holding on
. . .
17/30
For my J, with Love 💜
IX
.i
Blame: spiritual detonation
Accuse. Judge. Condemn guilty
of circumstance, disempowering
the opportunity for growth
Shame, playing the victim
damaging the soil of Love
which cannot survive such injury
Unless acknowledged
Where is there to go from blame
except circular motion, repetition
duplicating pattern within pattern
until ingrained in contemplation
In the mirror there is a solution
the braille of a reflection
conveying the soul of intuition
It cannot be spoken, only felt
your solar plexus
that many pointed star of nerves
radiating . . .
There is no fault; let it go
Trust your Spirit Guide --
there is nothing to lose
except yourself to blame
if you continue holding on
. . .
17/30
For my J, with Love 💜
14/30
echo of hope
(inspired by prompt #5: Poetry
and Hope is the Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickinson)
my hope has lost its feathers
it's quite the piteous sight
locked inside my lonely soul
hungering for flight
its body bruised and battered
its tender wings plucked bare
exposed to stormy wind and rain
struggling through frigid air
my hope has lost its voice
from singing for too long
but still it nests atop my heart
dreaming of its song
I hear it echo ever faint
though thunder rules the night
my hope has lost its feathers
but not its will to fight
echo of hope
(inspired by prompt #5: Poetry
and Hope is the Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickinson)
my hope has lost its feathers
it's quite the piteous sight
locked inside my lonely soul
hungering for flight
its body bruised and battered
its tender wings plucked bare
exposed to stormy wind and rain
struggling through frigid air
my hope has lost its voice
from singing for too long
but still it nests atop my heart
dreaming of its song
I hear it echo ever faint
though thunder rules the night
my hope has lost its feathers
but not its will to fight
17/30
My drug
These grains of sand are slipping through my hands
No matter my pleas or my deepest commands
It still just passes me by as I watch with eyes open wide
I cannot look upon these wasted moments with less pride
What can I do to ever truly get them back
There is nothing there's no hope, can't cut some slack
It seems that I shall never be free of this compulsion
Although when I see myself I'm diffusers with revulsion
Why must I keep harming myself where I inject in vein
If I went to rehab again could they help me hide the pain
Could they wipe away my worries and give me a happy life
One filled with less of the lies and less of this great strife
Can they replace the fake feelings for which I had come to love
Can they show me ways to cope without going to going to beings above
Show me something real so I know I'm on the right path
I don't wish to talk to a vengeful god that I might incur his wrath
Don't watch me tie my arm around don't watch me fade away
If it's not to help me hide then you don't have to stay
I've found something that helps me cope and i want you to see
That without these habits inside you'd never see the real me
You could go about on your day and never see my light
Knowing that I've given up hope and I've lost my will to fight
My drug
These grains of sand are slipping through my hands
No matter my pleas or my deepest commands
It still just passes me by as I watch with eyes open wide
I cannot look upon these wasted moments with less pride
What can I do to ever truly get them back
There is nothing there's no hope, can't cut some slack
It seems that I shall never be free of this compulsion
Although when I see myself I'm diffusers with revulsion
Why must I keep harming myself where I inject in vein
If I went to rehab again could they help me hide the pain
Could they wipe away my worries and give me a happy life
One filled with less of the lies and less of this great strife
Can they replace the fake feelings for which I had come to love
Can they show me ways to cope without going to going to beings above
Show me something real so I know I'm on the right path
I don't wish to talk to a vengeful god that I might incur his wrath
Don't watch me tie my arm around don't watch me fade away
If it's not to help me hide then you don't have to stay
I've found something that helps me cope and i want you to see
That without these habits inside you'd never see the real me
You could go about on your day and never see my light
Knowing that I've given up hope and I've lost my will to fight
Portrait of Dr. Joe
(NaPo #18, April 18, 2018)
I remember his cigar, his
practical jokes—
days when we laughed at work
and there were no regulations
for what should have been
common sense safety
in the laboratory.
Pancreatic cancer took Joe, fast
and we hung his portrait on the wall
in remembrance.
Time loses things
and erases memories of
what once was.
Somewhere in the shuffle of change,
the portrait came down
in exchange for the new—
new people
new thoughts
new walls.
Progress.
I found it, years later
dusty
backing ripped
in a store room—
some things linger.
Out of respect and loss
I repaired what was torn
and found his family.
The portrait is in their hands now,
where it should be,
to live on
in a place where Joe
is still alive in hearts and minds,
other than my own.
(NaPo #18, April 18, 2018)
I remember his cigar, his
practical jokes—
days when we laughed at work
and there were no regulations
for what should have been
common sense safety
in the laboratory.
Pancreatic cancer took Joe, fast
and we hung his portrait on the wall
in remembrance.
Time loses things
and erases memories of
what once was.
Somewhere in the shuffle of change,
the portrait came down
in exchange for the new—
new people
new thoughts
new walls.
Progress.
I found it, years later
dusty
backing ripped
in a store room—
some things linger.
Out of respect and loss
I repaired what was torn
and found his family.
The portrait is in their hands now,
where it should be,
to live on
in a place where Joe
is still alive in hearts and minds,
other than my own.
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