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NaPoWriMo 2019 - April 16th - No:16 of 30
ANCIENT FASHION TREND
“It’s a comedy” I thought
“sometimes humour is the only way
to pinpoint a truth,
pinch the thick skin sufficiently,
pierce its defences”.
Our apparatniks will continue making
the usual squalid mess called History:
History’s being re-written in favour of the hard-men:
Hitler was a softie, really, and loved fluffy cats.
The Military Junta that ruled for 30 years
disappearing tens-of-thousands, was … well … yunno … o.k.
all we can pray for is that artists,
chefs and saints may still appear to blithe it.
One of the Kardashians is studying Law -
perhaps justice will come back in fashion.
Why does America need 800 military bases around the world?
asks a group of Christian leaders.
I wasn’t sure if my restless mind
had to do with the wind
or a mislaid memory-stick
but in the early hours a voice reassured me
‘anyone who attempts this is already a star -
your job is to keep on writing until you become a constellation’.
(135 words. 105 unique words. The italicised quote is from W.H.Auden’s poem “Moon Landing” and is not included in the word-count)
ANCIENT FASHION TREND
“It’s a comedy” I thought
“sometimes humour is the only way
to pinpoint a truth,
pinch the thick skin sufficiently,
pierce its defences”.
Our apparatniks will continue making
the usual squalid mess called History:
History’s being re-written in favour of the hard-men:
Hitler was a softie, really, and loved fluffy cats.
The Military Junta that ruled for 30 years
disappearing tens-of-thousands, was … well … yunno … o.k.
all we can pray for is that artists,
chefs and saints may still appear to blithe it.
One of the Kardashians is studying Law -
perhaps justice will come back in fashion.
Why does America need 800 military bases around the world?
asks a group of Christian leaders.
I wasn’t sure if my restless mind
had to do with the wind
or a mislaid memory-stick
but in the early hours a voice reassured me
‘anyone who attempts this is already a star -
your job is to keep on writing until you become a constellation’.
(135 words. 105 unique words. The italicised quote is from W.H.Auden’s poem “Moon Landing” and is not included in the word-count)
15/30
Watching Them Leave
Standing in the last frost
of the season (hopefully),
you slowly, sleepily, trudge
up the hill.
The school bus blinks and
exhales and welcomes you
into its warm light.
All I can do is pray:
that today will be no different.
That it will be routine
and entirely
uneventful.
Releasing your care to
other hands makes my
heart beat faster than it should.
What if someone, with long held
perceived wrongs
decided today is a day to
settle scores?
Or even something as
ordinary as a bully turning
their sights on one
of you.
I tell myself that I won’t
Let.
Fear.
Win.
But watching the backs of
your perfect heads
leave me is
excruciating.
I’m not sure I
believe myself.
****
This is my makeup from yesterday. Expect today’s poem sometime later.
Watching Them Leave
Standing in the last frost
of the season (hopefully),
you slowly, sleepily, trudge
up the hill.
The school bus blinks and
exhales and welcomes you
into its warm light.
All I can do is pray:
that today will be no different.
That it will be routine
and entirely
uneventful.
Releasing your care to
other hands makes my
heart beat faster than it should.
What if someone, with long held
perceived wrongs
decided today is a day to
settle scores?
Or even something as
ordinary as a bully turning
their sights on one
of you.
I tell myself that I won’t
Let.
Fear.
Win.
But watching the backs of
your perfect heads
leave me is
excruciating.
I’m not sure I
believe myself.
****
This is my makeup from yesterday. Expect today’s poem sometime later.
Anonymous
subtext vi
16 ov 30
[iii]
[//& so he spoke... & so she did... five times on a tuesday morning... fucking giggling harlot...//]
in the languid roll ov joint neath thin skin, a spreading flush
spring following a fire;
i bloom in the wake of destruction, in that breathless death
at 0.0
reset & gasping
grasping the source breaking me apart
[ii]
[//if only i could... if... that animal sound in your throat... if only i could swallow it like a seed//]
such a dark, predatory sound, unfurling in your chest_
something old as the earth, a little less than human
caging me as tho prey
{willingly
ripe for slaughter}
it takes root, somewhere inside me, creeping along
an arched spine to lock around my tongue
[i] [//i felt that carpet beneath my spine... here... there... in the between... at that pinnacle moment ov clarity & oblivion... te amo, te amo, te amo //]
those words so foreign in my mouth, a profanity laden confession
fervent apologies
{i don't understand
your compulsion to hear them}
meweled involuntarily
16 ov 30
[iii]
[//& so he spoke... & so she did... five times on a tuesday morning... fucking giggling harlot...//]
in the languid roll ov joint neath thin skin, a spreading flush
spring following a fire;
i bloom in the wake of destruction, in that breathless death
at 0.0
reset & gasping
grasping the source breaking me apart
[ii]
[//if only i could... if... that animal sound in your throat... if only i could swallow it like a seed//]
such a dark, predatory sound, unfurling in your chest_
something old as the earth, a little less than human
caging me as tho prey
{willingly
ripe for slaughter}
it takes root, somewhere inside me, creeping along
an arched spine to lock around my tongue
[i] [//i felt that carpet beneath my spine... here... there... in the between... at that pinnacle moment ov clarity & oblivion... te amo, te amo, te amo //]
those words so foreign in my mouth, a profanity laden confession
fervent apologies
{i don't understand
your compulsion to hear them}
meweled involuntarily
16/30
What Am I?
You were the sun
brilliant, warm and humane
hanging ever delicately
outside the dull and mundane
you excited me when skies would turn grey
bringing tomorrow when yesterday overstayed
I looked at the eclipse
the moon tried to take you away
I didn't blink,
my eyes red with sorrow
even then, they could not bleed
but they begged
for your return
so here I lay in the darkness
in contemplation
of who am I
a cloud drifting
smoldered and full of soot
attracting all the black
the dark matter, that doesn't matter
harmful emissions of hope
cancerous
a cell of intrusion
blocking out your rays of illusion
What Am I?
You were the sun
brilliant, warm and humane
hanging ever delicately
outside the dull and mundane
you excited me when skies would turn grey
bringing tomorrow when yesterday overstayed
I looked at the eclipse
the moon tried to take you away
I didn't blink,
my eyes red with sorrow
even then, they could not bleed
but they begged
for your return
so here I lay in the darkness
in contemplation
of who am I
a cloud drifting
smoldered and full of soot
attracting all the black
the dark matter, that doesn't matter
harmful emissions of hope
cancerous
a cell of intrusion
blocking out your rays of illusion
Anonymous
16 of 30
empowering a daughter
go ahead
I just dare you
challenge her to do it
and then watch
as she beautifully blows your mind
if for no other reason
than to see delight swallowing your surprise
give her the tools she needs to survive
instill in her the value of learning how to thrive
…now…
step aside
as she spreads fledgling wings
flexes & suddenly flies
even when flight is unsteady
it’s a glorious thing to see
and she will slowly gain height
over time
so much better - don’t you agree
to teach her strength
then set her free
don’t coddle or carry
nor try to impede
and whatever you do
never underestimate her ability
or she may feed on any doubts perceived
and that would be a tragedy
…no…
just offer her courage
show her you’ve got her back
then get the hell outta her way
don’t abandon…never that
be ever at the ready
(just in case)
should she request a bit of steadying
isn’t it beautiful
to witness her chrysalis growth?
now this is important
be sure your pride clearly shows
because she definitely needs to know
her only true limit is defined
less by others
than the confines of her own mind
so don’t let your own opinions distract her
let’s see those boundaries expand
until her mind is a vast expanse
you understand?
you need to help her see
every achievement & any failure
is but a single step on the journey
to the fabulous woman
she will eventually be
empowering a daughter
go ahead
I just dare you
challenge her to do it
and then watch
as she beautifully blows your mind
if for no other reason
than to see delight swallowing your surprise
give her the tools she needs to survive
instill in her the value of learning how to thrive
…now…
step aside
as she spreads fledgling wings
flexes & suddenly flies
even when flight is unsteady
it’s a glorious thing to see
and she will slowly gain height
over time
so much better - don’t you agree
to teach her strength
then set her free
don’t coddle or carry
nor try to impede
and whatever you do
never underestimate her ability
or she may feed on any doubts perceived
and that would be a tragedy
…no…
just offer her courage
show her you’ve got her back
then get the hell outta her way
don’t abandon…never that
be ever at the ready
(just in case)
should she request a bit of steadying
isn’t it beautiful
to witness her chrysalis growth?
now this is important
be sure your pride clearly shows
because she definitely needs to know
her only true limit is defined
less by others
than the confines of her own mind
so don’t let your own opinions distract her
let’s see those boundaries expand
until her mind is a vast expanse
you understand?
you need to help her see
every achievement & any failure
is but a single step on the journey
to the fabulous woman
she will eventually be
Ahoy there, Crew and Landlubbers following along!
So there we were in utter darkness, save a few lantern lights, trying to come up with brilliant ideas for poems to keep the digestive tract of the massive Encyclopedicus occupied.
I shall write a poem about my breasts! Amorous_Tryst announced to the beast.[/b]
Yet the monster remained unsatisfied.
To which John Brady chimed in, ferociously shouting at the stomach lining enveloping us, I challenged Dug the Worm to a riding lawnmower race! We each downed ten shots of tequila, started our engines and then the next thing I knew, I was married to an Elvis impersonator in Las Vegas!
The bowels of the leviathan rumbled in great appreciation, but still it hungered for more.
I seasoned the blowhole of the Encyclopedicus with paprika so it would sneeze out your ship! said the Mermaid appearing in the opening above us.
And suddenly the behemoth began to twitch and spasm; everyone held on for dear life!
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✔✔ = 2 Weeks
A Storm Hellbent
I’ve been persuaded from my sleep,
A long persistent morning weep,
Of what I cannot recognize
While huddled warm before I rise.
No lashings of a wind-swept rain
Sent hurled against my window pane,
Can pull me from a widow’s bed,
As empty thoughts tip thru’ my head.
A conversation’s louder din
By way of lightning breaking wind.
Under my covers sudden dive,
When thunder overhead arrives.
As here a storm that comes hellbent
And stays a while without relent,
Has nothing more to do with me,
Yet seems to rain eternally.
Unique Words: 76
#NaPoWriMo
NaPoGloProWriMo 2019
16/30
Not Speaking in Tongues – Day Sixteen
(a sonnet)
How still I’ll learn to hold my native tongue,
To stay betraying echoes in this cave.
The silence, every word I might have sung,
How swift I will become its muted slave.
I’ll speak in shocks of foreign language now,
As harsh to me as any raven’s call,
A dialect that’s gained from nine-tails’ mouth.
A mimic, false as smile that bares its fall.
But in these shadows, narrow blades release
The fetid stains I’ll bring in sanguine flood.
The words no silent throat could hope to cease
Or true conceal, the writing of my blood.
I’ll let forgotten stones keep safe my songs,
‘Til time and place and hope find their belong.
Unique Words: 90
#NaPoWriMo2019
NaPoGloPoWriMo2019
Not Speaking in Tongues – Day Sixteen
(a sonnet)
How still I’ll learn to hold my native tongue,
To stay betraying echoes in this cave.
The silence, every word I might have sung,
How swift I will become its muted slave.
I’ll speak in shocks of foreign language now,
As harsh to me as any raven’s call,
A dialect that’s gained from nine-tails’ mouth.
A mimic, false as smile that bares its fall.
But in these shadows, narrow blades release
The fetid stains I’ll bring in sanguine flood.
The words no silent throat could hope to cease
Or true conceal, the writing of my blood.
I’ll let forgotten stones keep safe my songs,
‘Til time and place and hope find their belong.
Unique Words: 90
#NaPoWriMo2019
NaPoGloPoWriMo2019
16/30
A Moment of Darkness
(String of Tanka)
While the house is dark
I gaze far, up at the sky
From a wide window
Where the radiant moonbeams flow
In small streams into the house
The stars are twinkling
Their tiny light flickering
In the evening sky
I'm mesmerize by their sight
As they light the sky tonight
The resplendent moon
Outshine the stars in brilliance
As her beaming light
Reach the ground lighting darkness
Around the houses
I thank the absence
Of man made light at this hour
For allowing me
To glimpse and capture beauty
With my own eyes in silence
#NaPoWriMo2019
A Moment of Darkness
(String of Tanka)
While the house is dark
I gaze far, up at the sky
From a wide window
Where the radiant moonbeams flow
In small streams into the house
The stars are twinkling
Their tiny light flickering
In the evening sky
I'm mesmerize by their sight
As they light the sky tonight
The resplendent moon
Outshine the stars in brilliance
As her beaming light
Reach the ground lighting darkness
Around the houses
I thank the absence
Of man made light at this hour
For allowing me
To glimpse and capture beauty
With my own eyes in silence
#NaPoWriMo2019
Title: Home
Sixteen of Thirty
Unique Words: One Hundred and Five
#NaPoWriMo19
Perennial season appears dormant in Spring
as if all were weeds never to flower,
yet hour by hour, day by day,
buds extend to displace renewed earth.
I sit, with glass of white, enjoying the lack of South-Easterly breeze
that cut a day earlier through the season of Easter
with final frost to test the rarities in Rockhollow's ground.
The Sun bleeds down through thick cloud,
birds create sound and chance the sky
as I write of how I've missed your bones,
ached to dig inside them and rest in your soul.
I appreciate the time I have spent elsewhere
but there's an affair with the here I've created,
a patient love that rests in lulls,
in growth, in abundance and in reduction.
I thank your seasons and the gift of rain,
the Sun that lures me out with single strain,
thank the worms for nourishment,
the earth for space, the quiet, the energy
within this place.
*first stumble. change of setting tripped me up - doubling up today.*
15/30
regressing // roaches
The childhood home
full of light in the morning -
taught me to love
the sun
first of all -
taught me my persistence
would pay off in growth
too big to uproot -
says the orange tree,
fourth-grade plant project gone
sapling gone
college-age, jubilant
fresh spring shoots;
under its leafy belt,
two years of bearing fruit -
The home of food
and pure leisure
(nobody much
moves).
Of secret, excessive weeds.
Of spice cabinet shallow and tall;
swimming pool deep.
My childhood home -
here the light rinses the tile
and the shadows dappling down
scrub the grout
in the day,
bubbles
dusty and golden,
and the meaty Louisiana roaches
keep inside the walls
until no one is watching,
respectful of the border
between morning and night.
15/30
regressing // roaches
The childhood home
full of light in the morning -
taught me to love
the sun
first of all -
taught me my persistence
would pay off in growth
too big to uproot -
says the orange tree,
fourth-grade plant project gone
sapling gone
college-age, jubilant
fresh spring shoots;
under its leafy belt,
two years of bearing fruit -
The home of food
and pure leisure
(nobody much
moves).
Of secret, excessive weeds.
Of spice cabinet shallow and tall;
swimming pool deep.
My childhood home -
here the light rinses the tile
and the shadows dappling down
scrub the grout
in the day,
bubbles
dusty and golden,
and the meaty Louisiana roaches
keep inside the walls
until no one is watching,
respectful of the border
between morning and night.
16/30
THE GOOD STUFF
This morning
you made the coffee
and apologized
because we ran out
of the good stuff
and it was mostly
that bag over there
but I heard you
clean the french press
grind the beans by hand
and fill up the kettle
with filtered water,
and right now
as I put into
my mason jar
(the mugs are dirty)
the leftover
orange zest-flavored sugar
(because we ran out
of the good stuff)
and trade cream
for the chocolate milk
you bought for the kids
(that they haven't even tried yet
but hey the container's huge
so it's okay)
I am looking forward
to its flavor and
damn that's good!
#napowrimo2019
THE GOOD STUFF
This morning
you made the coffee
and apologized
because we ran out
of the good stuff
and it was mostly
that bag over there
but I heard you
clean the french press
grind the beans by hand
and fill up the kettle
with filtered water,
and right now
as I put into
my mason jar
(the mugs are dirty)
the leftover
orange zest-flavored sugar
(because we ran out
of the good stuff)
and trade cream
for the chocolate milk
you bought for the kids
(that they haven't even tried yet
but hey the container's huge
so it's okay)
I am looking forward
to its flavor and
damn that's good!
#napowrimo2019
