Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020 Competition
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(twenty-seven of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020)
1st Transudation
i lightly knocked at
Hell’s front door
seeking relief from
Arizona desert’s floor
another summer
has awakened the sun
potential heat exhaustion
has now begun while
triple digit Fahrenheit’s
begin to soar and i
feel as though i’m
melting once more!
Reprieve will come
now and then
by way of a monsoon
three, 4 or more
bringing tepid rains
to a thirsty land as
lightning illuminates
the way!
This year i got to
take photos of
the flowers bloom
right after the
first monsoon.
____________________
#NaPoWriMo2020
84 words
70 unique
1st Transudation
i lightly knocked at
Hell’s front door
seeking relief from
Arizona desert’s floor
another summer
has awakened the sun
potential heat exhaustion
has now begun while
triple digit Fahrenheit’s
begin to soar and i
feel as though i’m
melting once more!
Reprieve will come
now and then
by way of a monsoon
three, 4 or more
bringing tepid rains
to a thirsty land as
lightning illuminates
the way!
This year i got to
take photos of
the flowers bloom
right after the
first monsoon.
____________________
#NaPoWriMo2020
84 words
70 unique
Anonymous
Okay I’m up... and that is not erotica so please don’t flag this post....
26/30
It Has To Be Worth It
silver sharp slides
flesh parts like a curtain
red bubbles billow
letting me feel, adrenaline’s
release
bite down on my sleeve
tasting of soap,
pain helps me feel what
my emotions want to
express
the jangle of a bell
distracts from the exquisite
sensations
the smell of an autoclave,
reminds me of an over hot skillet
choking a little
wincing
as delicate flesh is torn
and skin is stained
3 hours and my daugthers
hand and foot print have been
inked
where she will run over
and play with my heart
as long as I live.
27/30
self reflection
I am gears grinding against
the lemon tang of myself
as if you letting me in
the feel of hot breath
my teeth against your wrist
the way sheets needed an umbrella
to stay dry because I know wet
words that touch deep
because I know moves
that crack desires
a lure that glimmers passion
in murky water
a fresh scent amidst life's stagnation
I became your addiction
losing sight
of the fact
you are deeper than I
can penetrate
that the skin is
only a finite connection
and that once
cravings have passed
all I am is withdrawals
and a bad memory
26/30
It Has To Be Worth It
silver sharp slides
flesh parts like a curtain
red bubbles billow
letting me feel, adrenaline’s
release
bite down on my sleeve
tasting of soap,
pain helps me feel what
my emotions want to
express
the jangle of a bell
distracts from the exquisite
sensations
the smell of an autoclave,
reminds me of an over hot skillet
choking a little
wincing
as delicate flesh is torn
and skin is stained
3 hours and my daugthers
hand and foot print have been
inked
where she will run over
and play with my heart
as long as I live.
27/30
self reflection
I am gears grinding against
the lemon tang of myself
as if you letting me in
the feel of hot breath
my teeth against your wrist
the way sheets needed an umbrella
to stay dry because I know wet
words that touch deep
because I know moves
that crack desires
a lure that glimmers passion
in murky water
a fresh scent amidst life's stagnation
I became your addiction
losing sight
of the fact
you are deeper than I
can penetrate
that the skin is
only a finite connection
and that once
cravings have passed
all I am is withdrawals
and a bad memory
#27
Mystical Desert
oh endless journey
marching in the desert heat
attuned and aware
oh love warms the mind
incendiary device
could be explosive
temporary calm
heavy weather imminent
dazzling firebolts
sunflowers in hair
gleaming droplets of lifeblood
crimson pulsations
oh man can get lost
but celestial navigation
reveals hidden paths
vision of new realm
along the yellow brick road
don't smell the flowers
oh stunning landscapes
better than the land of oz
magical labyrinths
hypnotic allure
mesmerizing attraction
carnal wizardry
oh true self revealed
through meditative practice
pure imperfection
oh just out of reach
yet always within your grasp
already waiting
(C) 2020 Raibeart Bruis
Mystical Desert
oh endless journey
marching in the desert heat
attuned and aware
oh love warms the mind
incendiary device
could be explosive
temporary calm
heavy weather imminent
dazzling firebolts
sunflowers in hair
gleaming droplets of lifeblood
crimson pulsations
oh man can get lost
but celestial navigation
reveals hidden paths
vision of new realm
along the yellow brick road
don't smell the flowers
oh stunning landscapes
better than the land of oz
magical labyrinths
hypnotic allure
mesmerizing attraction
carnal wizardry
oh true self revealed
through meditative practice
pure imperfection
oh just out of reach
yet always within your grasp
already waiting
(C) 2020 Raibeart Bruis
27/30
Requiem For A Dream
When my heart no longer shouts upstream and
the world fails to captivate curiosity.
When love stops at threshold and I sink with every
receding footstep, engraved in memory.
When the quill slashes my tongue in half and poetry
cease to exist in its glory.
When my eyes fail to see colors shimmer on oceans
and twinkling smile of newborns birthing purity.
When my ears ignore the extraordinary music of Mozart,
Vivaldi, Chopin and Tchaikovsky.
When I stare at the Sistine Chapel and Taj Mahal, my
sight fails to build what the third eye sees.
When the moon and the stars become another novelty
leaving me unimpressed with astronomy.
When I start walking on my hands instead of feet
mocking the fortitude of humanity.
Dig a shallow grave without a headstone & renounce me.
Requiem For A Dream
When my heart no longer shouts upstream and
the world fails to captivate curiosity.
When love stops at threshold and I sink with every
receding footstep, engraved in memory.
When the quill slashes my tongue in half and poetry
cease to exist in its glory.
When my eyes fail to see colors shimmer on oceans
and twinkling smile of newborns birthing purity.
When my ears ignore the extraordinary music of Mozart,
Vivaldi, Chopin and Tchaikovsky.
When I stare at the Sistine Chapel and Taj Mahal, my
sight fails to build what the third eye sees.
When the moon and the stars become another novelty
leaving me unimpressed with astronomy.
When I start walking on my hands instead of feet
mocking the fortitude of humanity.
Dig a shallow grave without a headstone & renounce me.
27/30
Run and Gun
(to the NaPoWriMo2020 Writers)
We’re in the final stretch
For me it’s four more corps scores to pour and flow
I may be tired but I’m hella wired on the music
Inspired by years of experience it’s like ammo
And as I try to gun it and run it
I find fresh lines of mind-numbing prime rhymes
It’s like playing a song stuck on loop in my head
As if I’m remembering never ending good times
Composing can have an unrelenting pace
When the words are speaking faster than my heart
Like 200 BPMs and the volume is up to ten
I better keep up or else I’m going to fall apart
As I watch with thrill this drill in awe of their skill
I take a breath before I dive into writing again
So my fellow space Cadets of the USS Stanza
Let’s refuel and then fire up those pens
#NaPoWriMo2020
147 words
110 unique
Run and Gun
(to the NaPoWriMo2020 Writers)
We’re in the final stretch
For me it’s four more corps scores to pour and flow
I may be tired but I’m hella wired on the music
Inspired by years of experience it’s like ammo
And as I try to gun it and run it
I find fresh lines of mind-numbing prime rhymes
It’s like playing a song stuck on loop in my head
As if I’m remembering never ending good times
Composing can have an unrelenting pace
When the words are speaking faster than my heart
Like 200 BPMs and the volume is up to ten
I better keep up or else I’m going to fall apart
As I watch with thrill this drill in awe of their skill
I take a breath before I dive into writing again
So my fellow space Cadets of the USS Stanza
Let’s refuel and then fire up those pens
#NaPoWriMo2020
147 words
110 unique
27/30
We've had our warnings
I've seen the seagulls over landfill sites,
sampled puss that oozes from beneath,
the constant trucks like foraging ants
have only confirmed my disbelief.
When shoots break through the concrete
and all roads become quite still,
retail loses custom and trade
leisure stops the treadmill.
The earth will press the pedal bin
and scrape her dirty plate clean
she'll turn on the ocean's dishwasher.
No trace of where we've been.
We've had our warnings
I've seen the seagulls over landfill sites,
sampled puss that oozes from beneath,
the constant trucks like foraging ants
have only confirmed my disbelief.
When shoots break through the concrete
and all roads become quite still,
retail loses custom and trade
leisure stops the treadmill.
The earth will press the pedal bin
and scrape her dirty plate clean
she'll turn on the ocean's dishwasher.
No trace of where we've been.
# 27 of 30
Live One Day At A Time
Take
Pleasure
From each day
That you wake up
To see a new dawn
Watch another sunrise
With new meaning to your life
For being alive one more day
Enjoy the gifts of life in your hands
Treasure them while you can, they never lasts
Life is unpredictable, be prepared
For surprises for adversities
There's no certainty in living
Just live one day at a time
Savoring each moment
As you live with joy
And gratefulness
In your heart
Live with
Love
Live One Day At A Time
Take
Pleasure
From each day
That you wake up
To see a new dawn
Watch another sunrise
With new meaning to your life
For being alive one more day
Enjoy the gifts of life in your hands
Treasure them while you can, they never lasts
Life is unpredictable, be prepared
For surprises for adversities
There's no certainty in living
Just live one day at a time
Savoring each moment
As you live with joy
And gratefulness
In your heart
Live with
Love
27/30
old songs
With the years and the aging,
The fading,
The old songs are now dressed in new to me.
I press play and a new feeling sinks in --
Steadier than sixteen and seventeen,
When I was another's
Muse and art --
The paints shifted in color after he's gone and
The windows were left open.
The old records were scratched up and
Left to dust.
They never sounded right.
But the days --
They go by…
And the seasons shift --
And the girl inside twisted --
With him or without him.
The old notebooks,
The old photographs,
They're in a sturdy wooden box in the corner --
A beauty, but heavy
To open,
Or carry.
But he was there with me.
And there is a part of me that
Wishes that even if I weren't really there --
He'd find that I stayed.
That within that box and that time,
We are.
We are art, and old movies, and maybe
Even just within that box --
We had Paris --
And we danced under Selene as
Our old songs
Played on and on and on…
But for now --
I had learned to find peace
In the not knowing
Where he and the blues
Had gone away.
209 words
113 unique
old songs
With the years and the aging,
The fading,
The old songs are now dressed in new to me.
I press play and a new feeling sinks in --
Steadier than sixteen and seventeen,
When I was another's
Muse and art --
The paints shifted in color after he's gone and
The windows were left open.
The old records were scratched up and
Left to dust.
They never sounded right.
But the days --
They go by…
And the seasons shift --
And the girl inside twisted --
With him or without him.
The old notebooks,
The old photographs,
They're in a sturdy wooden box in the corner --
A beauty, but heavy
To open,
Or carry.
But he was there with me.
And there is a part of me that
Wishes that even if I weren't really there --
He'd find that I stayed.
That within that box and that time,
We are.
We are art, and old movies, and maybe
Even just within that box --
We had Paris --
And we danced under Selene as
Our old songs
Played on and on and on…
But for now --
I had learned to find peace
In the not knowing
Where he and the blues
Had gone away.
209 words
113 unique
scribbles in a poet's diary #27
(27 of 30—Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo2020)
27 of 30
scribble #27: an april phantasy
kiss my eyes
ye blooming daffodils
send down my spine thy thrills
sweet lilies kept for dancing bees
that dangle on thy breeze
maximise
this spring thing that i crave
o marigold. a slave
to unrequited dreams, i stir
in an impassioned blur
whose the prize
should april leave me still unwed
odessa being my bride instead
© Copyright 2020 April 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
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NaPoWriMo2020—April 27
Total Words 57
Unique Words 52
27/30
The Reading of Cards
the incense is sweet, heady
the candle’s flame stands tall
waiting at attention;
she shuffles her cards
one
two
three times,
but the truth-tellers
have other plans today;
she shuffles them twice more,
closing her eyes now and then
listening
her hands still over the deck
the air is quiet but heavy,
pregnant with possibility;
she takes a deep breath
pausing to ask cosmos for guidance,
offering herself as the vessel
for the hidden to come to light,
even while she herself
is full of darkness;
the cards care not of her struggle -
only her sacrifice of self
and her willingness
to become the conduit
for the bearing of resonance,
the hope of confirmation
Unique Word Count: 80
The Reading of Cards
the incense is sweet, heady
the candle’s flame stands tall
waiting at attention;
she shuffles her cards
one
two
three times,
but the truth-tellers
have other plans today;
she shuffles them twice more,
closing her eyes now and then
listening
her hands still over the deck
the air is quiet but heavy,
pregnant with possibility;
she takes a deep breath
pausing to ask cosmos for guidance,
offering herself as the vessel
for the hidden to come to light,
even while she herself
is full of darkness;
the cards care not of her struggle -
only her sacrifice of self
and her willingness
to become the conduit
for the bearing of resonance,
the hope of confirmation
Unique Word Count: 80
27 of 30
Genuflect
It is dawn
I watch the dusty tilt and splinter
Of morning suns soft emissions
I weave my fingers through them
And let them hold my need
My ache for the evenings before
when I bathed you
And knew your body
And could smell your scent
Strong and musky
where it was kept upon our bathroom shelf
My ache
she is strong
she remembers when
When comfort and care
And your arms were ever ready
To pull around me
Wrapped carelessly
Ghosts of you still wrap tight
You hold and squeeze
And the twilight in that embrace
distorts the early sun
I feel torn
With the need to battle this obscurity
And with a shaking need
to collect and keep it
My body urges me
It remembers when
So I often beg for it
when it fades some
I had been crippled by my begging so
I believe it had crippled you as well
I must believe that to stay in this light
My posture dips
It remembers when
Now my eyes on this new day
Finding beauty on my fingertips
And pain in the memories that flutter it
My being wants to bend in that pain
It would feel natural
I think....
And i do again
A crushing blow
It would keep me on my knees
so I rise
With this sun
And each day forward
To live and be gentle with it
To pray on these knees
I do not stay in this existence
In your evening
And remembering
When
(I have known serenity in my stand. The next time I mean to keep it. That is my promise, to the next dawn and it's tilt again.)
Genuflect
It is dawn
I watch the dusty tilt and splinter
Of morning suns soft emissions
I weave my fingers through them
And let them hold my need
My ache for the evenings before
when I bathed you
And knew your body
And could smell your scent
Strong and musky
where it was kept upon our bathroom shelf
My ache
she is strong
she remembers when
When comfort and care
And your arms were ever ready
To pull around me
Wrapped carelessly
Ghosts of you still wrap tight
You hold and squeeze
And the twilight in that embrace
distorts the early sun
I feel torn
With the need to battle this obscurity
And with a shaking need
to collect and keep it
My body urges me
It remembers when
So I often beg for it
when it fades some
I had been crippled by my begging so
I believe it had crippled you as well
I must believe that to stay in this light
My posture dips
It remembers when
Now my eyes on this new day
Finding beauty on my fingertips
And pain in the memories that flutter it
My being wants to bend in that pain
It would feel natural
I think....
And i do again
A crushing blow
It would keep me on my knees
so I rise
With this sun
And each day forward
To live and be gentle with it
To pray on these knees
I do not stay in this existence
In your evening
And remembering
When
(I have known serenity in my stand. The next time I mean to keep it. That is my promise, to the next dawn and it's tilt again.)
#27 of 30
Vanishing Shame
(c) Sweet Oblivion 27/4/20
It seems the sea, whether it's rough or smooth,
Is always just the same - a metronome:
The tides flow in, then ebb, leaving the stone
And pebble beaches damp; each motion soothes
Our minds, enriched by dreams, colourful hues,
And reveries imagined, that still own
The fantasies, we each lock down at home;
If shadows in the darkness can excuse
The salty water that recedes; discern
The teaching that informs eternity;
We enjoy but, perhaps, we cannot tame
This swell of surf: it washes all we learn
In the fresh breeze; The sea will always be,
Crowned by the waves that vanish with our shame.
80 Unique Words
105 words
Vanishing Shame
(c) Sweet Oblivion 27/4/20
It seems the sea, whether it's rough or smooth,
Is always just the same - a metronome:
The tides flow in, then ebb, leaving the stone
And pebble beaches damp; each motion soothes
Our minds, enriched by dreams, colourful hues,
And reveries imagined, that still own
The fantasies, we each lock down at home;
If shadows in the darkness can excuse
The salty water that recedes; discern
The teaching that informs eternity;
We enjoy but, perhaps, we cannot tame
This swell of surf: it washes all we learn
In the fresh breeze; The sea will always be,
Crowned by the waves that vanish with our shame.
80 Unique Words
105 words
27 of 30
Day 27: 27/04/2020, 19:40 GMT
Humanity is the soul of Wealth
There is more in Heaven and Earth
than is accounted in your economy,
As not all that glitters must be seen
to be then said to be gold,
For the good that can be done is oft entered within all
long after the originator is dust and bones,
It is in the Winters of our endeavours when the devil's try us
that Angels are prone to appear as a blessed succour.
Unique words: 52
Day 27: 27/04/2020, 19:40 GMT
Humanity is the soul of Wealth
There is more in Heaven and Earth
than is accounted in your economy,
As not all that glitters must be seen
to be then said to be gold,
For the good that can be done is oft entered within all
long after the originator is dust and bones,
It is in the Winters of our endeavours when the devil's try us
that Angels are prone to appear as a blessed succour.
Unique words: 52
