Official DUP NaPo/GloProWrimo 2018

The Final Frontier (Writings Of The Goddess)



She
ripps puzzle pieces
of my
masculinity
apart;
tossing them
to the
cold, tiled floor
Smashing
them into
tiny
pieces;
leaving a mess
of emotion
hovering

somewhere

between
the beauty of
Paradice
and the
darkness of
Pandemonium

Piercing my truth
with
her unintimidated
stare;
that
sees right

through

the cluttered
disorder that
I am

Dancing
over the core
of the
self promise
life law
"Though shalt lust
but never again-
I do"

She owns it -
she knows it
I can see it
in the reflection
of her perfectly
shaped
ass
I can feel it
in the way
her hand
clinches
over
my erection
when she says

"Baby, I love you"

I can taste it in her
when my tongue
tests
the
reflexes
in
her
hips

I can hear it
in her
cry
Connect it
in her
third orgasm
and
see it
in the tear
dripping
on my
chest;
while she
traces
my nipple
with her
tongue

Erasing
any past
or futile history
as she lives
the story
of a properly
loved
future


-×××-



Entry 30
The Final
Installment
GloPoWriMo 2018
Posted 30th April 2018

28/30

stuffed animal purge

I'm thirteen now,
I'm not a kid
These toys in my room –
I'm too old for this shit.
I'll get a trash bag
and stuff it tight.
I'll be sure to unplug
my pink night-light.

Goodbye Little Dog, and
Bunny Blanky,
goodbye Purple Elephant,
and beanie babies.
Goodbye Big Dog and
Winnie the Pooh,
Goodbye Frosty, and
my kitty, Mew-Mew.
Goodbye, Mama Duck
and Jigglypuff
Goodbye Mr. Slithers
and my puffle, Fluff
Goodbye Squeaky Seal
and Hairy the Hare,
Goodbye three piglets,
and Baby Bear

Don't look so sad
We've had some good years
But I'm growing up
I don't need you here
I have to be cool
And keep up with the day
That's why I have to
Send you away
I'm thirteen now
I'm not a kid
So I can't have quite
as much fun as I did…

Cuddle buddies gone
leaving just lonely air
dusty space in their place
I wish they were there
(but, don't tell anyone –
I kept Baby Bear)

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29/30

ruined

I ruined me
my body
will never be
clean
again

Unfortunately
I can't delete
my history
it sticks to me
and molds me
into who I am

The me I used to see
is never returning
she's been edited away
hacked into and re-saved
the old version deleted
at high cost – data lost
she's irrecoverable

Now she's messy,
scribbled over, tainted
and sentenced to carry
burdens growing ever heavy
Now she's scarred, she's
damaged and dirty
Unwanted, unneeded
Now she's unloveable

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Sermon  *30/30

 
Loosen’d bondage, silken laces,  
Sin in hallow’d satin places,
Tender kisses tasting traces
From her lover’s oral graces.

Drifting dunes like sandy beaches,
What he wants of her he reaches.
In the scent & shade of peaches
Is the sermon that she preaches.          

Leaning forward gently touching
Trails of salty tears of weeping.
Render’d lover I am dreaming;  
Moon has secret, am I sleeping?

As his breath meets w’ her sighing,
Pressing closest, deepest finding;
Yes, my love, you have me flying
As the moon, with us, is rising.




Copyright©️2018 Jade Pandora.  All Rights Reserved.
NaPoGloPoWriMo

I Win NaPo !

 
(NaPo #30, April 30, 2018)
 
 
I win!
I win!
I win!
 
Now gimme that trophy, for  
writing my ass off
all month.
 
Oh yes—I did indeed  
fill each poem  
with fifty uniq-kay
words
and I pissed, moaned and groaned
about all sorts of stuff
and I punted at times
and I sucked down so much Claritin
that I’ve got Breaking Bad, brewing
in my G.I. tract, right now.
 
And I lost my kitty.
Oh my God, did I tell you
I lost one of my kitties?
I’m sure I did.
I’m sure I sobbed my fool head off.
Poor Mia.
 
I have to go correct my students’ final exams
now
since I’ve been blowing that off
for NaPo….
but I still have two weeks left
to get their grades in.  
 
I’m sure they’ll be glad to be done
with Clinical Chemistry.
 
I lost my kitty
and I saw Peter Hook in concert  
two days ago, and
it was fucking amazing to hear  
the Substance albums of  
Joy Division and New Order, live.
 
I was in the front row and sang my heart out,
and I’m gonna hold up that NaPo trophy
and scream in my best Sally Field voice:
 
“You like me!  Right now—you really like me”  
 
Trophy please—fork it over.

samael said:I'll be out of town and won't have time to write.

thanks.

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"It was a pleasure to of made your acquaintance"

I don't see you much anymore,
it was a pleasure to of made your acquaintance.
maybe our chance encounter was fictional,
though our exchange of words was sincere.

you moved me as maracas,castanets.
no, not like someone pushes their dresser to the other side of the room; more as the feeling when you see ghost gliding, or get hit with a burst of yellow sunshine and struck like a match, caught off guard by oncoming traffic turmoil.what a beautiful expensive lawsuit you would of been.

i was startled by the stirring night yet intrigued as the curious cat to ink spilled from a fountain pen;paws marking up the house.
creeping as euthanasia .tasting transparent, waters i could of died from, your stone thatched roof well could quench a thousand verse, fetched by pulley and wooden bucket beckoning.it could of easily been poisoned,still i drank your chemical formula concoction.

talking in quatrain, when you spoke i heard the fall of rain, smelled condensation, and saw the most beautiful creature i'd never touch.maybe with a handshakes harm or a friendly hug but not how i wanted; yet bit by the lightning bug.

am i a book you brought to life, back from death;cover to copyright ? at what point did you plan on burning me,the pages that plunder peculiar minds? i remember it was me that caught fire myself,crackling over open flame,warming you from the heat will suffice.

i was in fashion off the runway at the moment so you wore me with vigor and glee.racy red skirt or a white cut blouse , oh for Pete's sake i would of justified being your bed side mouse.

bitten by your photograph and barking up the wrong tree.dangerous as a ever growing radioactive dandelion wielding knives,demonic smiles,flashing at the picture shows.you would of looked good in black and white silent pictures before the talkies rolled on through.

an explosion of steam.
a nervous swallow.
slasher horror movie screaming victim #1, killed just after the passionate steamy sex scene.
Fangoria would have fought for you.
the dark woods and leaves cover in the shaded murder scene as the screen pans out wide past the dense tree tops; and the movie ends with all of the title characters dead and the killer still on the loose.

a hitchhikers is picked up by a passing motorist and as they drive away you see a break in the backpack clearly showing the killers weapon and he smiles.

fade to black.

cue The RAMONES - Chain Saw

I don't see you much anymore,
it was a pleasure to of made your acquaintance.
maybe our chance encounter was fictional,
though our exchange of words was sincere.

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Author's Notes: 30/30

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HUGeA2lur4

CONTESTANTS MUST READ AND HEED THIS

Please be sure to post your #30 Entry
AFTER April 29 ends and BEFORE May 1st begins
in "your home's timezone"

and

make certain ALL of your entries are
- numbered
- titled
- contain no less than 50 unique words.

and ... AND

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Greetings, Poets! Welcome to DAY 30!

See the light at the end of the Underground Tunnel?!

You've almost made it to the finish line! By the time this update is posted, a few of our surviving 18 participants will already have!

🐌1. Ahavati - IIII✔
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🐌16. Samael - IIII✔✔
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Each of you slugged it out and inch wormed your way through the cruelest month for poets across the globe! 🐛🌎

Well done, Deepsiders! 🎈🎊🎈🎉🎈

The quality of this year's entries exceeded our expectations in both content and word count. You went above and beyond mere Haikus and Limericks as well as other Literary Gimmicks that the traditional 30 day challenge is often saturated with; in comparison, yours were Epics.  

We are likewise very impressed with the efforts to rally on behalf of a few members who fell behind.  You didn't give up and will be awarded the greatest trophy of all: the satisfaction of having amassed an amazing amount of poetry in such a short span of time, which you can revise to your heart's content and gift to the world.

Though you will likely receive one, we write for Love of Poetry, not out of need for trophy.  

Thank You for your participation! We truly appreciate your efforts to make our 2nd Official DUP NaPo/GloProWriMo a huge success.

Sincerely,

your Co-Hosts

Ahavati & Johnny Blaze

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At Last, The Muse Gets Real
(sonnet)

Ungodly hell! You pick today to turn
Your face and show your scaly lizard soul.
Twenty-nine days you let your alter burn,
And last day, Muse, my black heart you extol.

Did I not please? Did I not offer well
The guiling whispers of my desp’rate need?
Did I not write the self you’d have me tell?
But no, Lizard Muse, now you’d have me bleed.

So hear, in clever verse my wants express,
That life itself would never bring to me.
I hide, in turn of phrase, my heart’s distress,
That versely sate might end my misery.

With poisoned heart you sought now at your feet,
The cycle, Muse, let rest in peace - complete
 
formule poésie 30/30

29/30

Hazy

She sat at that diner, alone -
Staring at reflections and bouncing lights,
Before her blank stare.

The heavy heat of the summer night
Had her dizzy and feeling strange -
Like an anchor pulling her downward to dreamland.

There was an open door and a balcony,
There was a full moon that stares.
And she,
On unsteady legs,
Confront her voyeur.
Ask what it wanted.

Later, she'd have her pen on paper,
And ink for each sequence of her dream.
She's a doll alive.
She'd echo the world
That normally let her down -
She'd write as she surrenders and run -
In the fear and the fire we share.


30/30

Surrender

I don't think I would ever run out of questions.
A million what ifs,
A million whys,
Or that who.

My heart had become used to nothing ever lasting.
This too shall pass, with the bad
Most of the good tags along and
Takes another piece of me.

I am a jumbled mess -
Stitched together with words.
Their ink seeped into my skin,
Mixed into my blood -
It is now coursing through me.

I do not know how to live without it.
The full moon hovered as tI thought,
Watching the dishes on the sink,
I do not know how to live without it.

My heart had become too tired of hoping,
And scared of both failing and succeeding.
The words rattle in my head,
They say I have it in me, and
They have me in them.

I want to be ever high, ever grounded
I want to let go and get lost…

I questioned life and coming to be,
I questioned life and the wasting away.
I don't think I will ever find the answers…
So I
Surrender myself
To the poetry in between.



❤✒📜

thepositivelydark said:29/30

30/30

❤✒📜


And the Philippines are in the house!

CONGRATULATIONS, TPD! 🎊🎉🎊🎉

WAY to hang in there and not give up! 🏆

29/30
Meditation

Anxiety rises
feeling unrest
learning to focus
upon the breath

drawing air deeply
extending exhales
being mindful
calmness prevails

engaging mind and body
practising how
be rather than do
consciously in now

accepting each moment
clarifying sign
appreciation occurs
no notion of time

thoughts may wander
but without judgement
returning again
to here in the present

releasing insecurity
of a buried past
freed from worry
resolve steadfast

30/30
NaPo Challenge

One last poem
before goodnight
summing up Napo
in a final write

challenge accepted
to create on command
thirty new pieces
to meet demand

ideas flowing
when I begin
pulling inspiration
from deep within

offering thoughts
on self-reflection
philosophies on faith
spiritual conception

expressions of love
joy and pain
sharing empathy
enduring shame

writing of darkness
relapse and grief
finding recovery
sensing relief

in this challenge
I’ve surly grown
beyond what I thought
or could have known

coming to close
eager to say
thank you all for support
received on the way

Double posting final submission.  Whew!

Ahavati said:

And the Philippines are in the house!

CONGRATULATIONS, TPD! 🎊🎉🎊🎉

WAY to hang in there and not give up! 🏆

Thank you, Ahavati! And JohnnyBlaze! You are both amazing hosts.

I still can't quite believe I made it.

mel44 said:30/3

Double posting final submission.  Whew!

CONGRATULATIONS, MEL! 🎊🎉

Way to hang in there and not give up! 🏆