I hope you love me Like you love the snow in the morning Catching rays in the yellow light Illuminating everything
Love me, when it fell so suddenly On your porch, that evening Jaw dropping, you were mezmirized I know you weren’t ready
So now, I ask Will you miss me? Like you miss that snow Blanketing the mountains White and pure Will you cry as it melts before you And you wonder where it all goes? Will you hold me like you held those last few drops of ice, before it left once more?
I hope so.
Posted: 3rd April 2020 6:45pm
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Tyrant of Words
Joined 6th July 2014 Forum Posts: 62
Swirling Seas (c) Sweet Oblivion 3.4.20
Sometimes, when you can't speak, I seek the sea And engage in its conversation; flows Of thought will never ebb, but, endlessly, Just navigate my mind; and, if I chose An idea that now permeates my brain, It might well be the dream I had last night Of you, of course, so far away, again; Though close to every instant; the delight I find in you, despite your absence, makes Me shiver with an unrequited need; I tremble every hour; and the aches, Though not 'Covid' related, always seed A soreness in my throat and a tight chest, That even swirling seas have not addressed.
81 unique words 105 words
Posted: 3rd April 2020 7:04pm
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Fire of Insight
Joined 27th Feb 2014 Forum Posts: 287
scribbles in a poet's diary #03 (03 of 30—Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo2020)
#03 of 30 scribble #03: odessa breaks chain barriers
triangles relationships in threes snug middlemen to please whose best of both worlds means no good nor each way understood key-jangles remind me of locked locks that freedom jeers and mocks while liberty ranks third in line faith first, hope close behind life's tangles
odessa breaks chain barriers hence freedom bids me marry her
___________________________ NaPoWriMo2020—April 03 Total Words 54 Unique Words 50
Posted: 3rd April 2020 7:48pm
Tyrant of Words
Joined 2nd Feb 2017 Forum Posts: 724
NaPo 2020, April 3rd
Became a phase of separation ’til the curtain closed a final time with pressured sighs, an opening of light while people shuffled in their seats, checked phones, and slowly rose.
The actors in their dressing rooms changed ready, wearing white as cleaners waited in the hall for punters to depart and take impressions and ambitions home and out of sight.
The many people linked together by the theatre’s art, a well-known tale that’s told of old ‘bout love and death and war — collectively an ancient idol choking soul and heart.
And in these days we worry what the future has in store but always there’s a better story, dare we to suppose and we can write it into life co-operating more
for competition’s had its day as everybody knows; it’s just a phase of separation ’til the curtains close.
Posted: 3rd April 2020 8:06pm
Joined 11th July 2012 Forum Posts: 1074
That One Time Baroque Went…
That one time baroque went blaring It was fast, dynamic and daring I don’t know how anyone could keep up that pace But I swear the drums were so hard Accompanied by an amazing guard And a brass so deafening it could melt your face
I don’t think I’ve ever seen or heard Pachelbel’s Canon so loud and stirred But Phantom Regiment did it all very well You can hear it in the crowd screaming This Harmonic Journey left me dreaming But this corps has always put me under a spell
# NaPoWriMo2020 91 words 73 unique
Posted: 3rd April 2020 8:29pm
Joined 25th Sep 2019 Forum Posts: 35
3 of 30
It is right to say that you surpass all crafted finery It is true to say you exceed all masterly artistry That you awake in me a sight beyond all creativity That by the gift of what you've brought I can see the beauty in every single thought Be that the collation of our times aired Or the mirror of our reflections bared Each breath aired gives our path A depth of endless possibility..
Posted: 3rd April 2020 9:15pm
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Joined 31st Dec 2015 Forum Posts: 663
iii of xxx
A NY THING
And yes You WILL burn in hell For your resolute Resistance to see This thing was slowly moving Toward our grandmothers
(may the universe transform my hatred into a Wonderwoman lasso around her)
Broadcasting its damned intent
...Slow like TV movie zombie horde
...Slow enough to give you time to do
...A N Y T H I N G...
You preened for the press In the self-appointed Chest-beating Metropolis heart Of America
While we watched The day come on like molasses
(now T minus 3)
When someone needing Help to breathe-
A normal thing, An old technology-
Would be sentenced to die-
A NY thing,
+ + +
NaPoWriMo2020 107 words 88 unique
Posted: 3rd April 2020 9:27pm
Joined 26th Jan 2019 Forum Posts: 175
#3 of 30
I toad a so Told you so Told your soul So you would know How this goes Lights gone low How this madness ebbs and flows
The fees are paid Fields are paved Feels are pained The only way One last praise In midday Save some room for the kool-aid
I put aside Put a sign Put a shrine In the grapevine Bottled wine Set to dine Beans and mash with cyanide
It's quite the time Quitting line It's quiet time Crooked spine Stop on a dime Hear the chime This procession yours not mine
Posted: 3rd April 2020 10:17pm
Guardian of Shadows
Joined 10th Oct 2009 Forum Posts: 6511
3 of 30 Day 3: 03/04/2020
Clarity and Choice
Make my mind fogless until time satisfied so that I may wander without hindrance and see clearly thoughts far off, choosing which to indulge in as flowers along the way, but do not bereft me of the mist which may hide and disguise so that mystery may still exist and I can feel joy in the unknown; wherein stumbling upon happenstance entails immense rapture compared to the due process of other travellers; for I fare better when going with feeling and following an intangible sense than when all is listed and accounted describing in dry detail the proven necessities of the structured strictures built for the test of time produced by the well trodden way but unprepared for natural chaos, while i will flourish with what is truly needed and valued showing this truth when time turns and the earth shakes wherein my sandcastles are easy to reshape as the sensed simplicity has its own allure.
Unique words: 113.
Posted: 3rd April 2020 10:28pm
Edited: 3rd April 2020 10:29pm
Tyrant of Words
Joined 21st Aug 2013 Forum Posts: 576
#3 of 30
Notes From The Home Office
Finally a corner office to be honest, a laundry room as well three windows opened wide one facing South, two West lit scented candle, “Sea Spray” gutters in a westerly one blown by cool Spring breeze traversing tween adjacent windows sating longing to feel what agitates the leaves what makes the wind chimes sing evoking Taoist spiritual serenity happy memories of grandma’s garden
Butterflies erratically flutter through the backyard Monarchs they seem perhaps that Monarch impostor the similarly royal Viceroy…regardless they share the airspace with red-breasted robins, mockingbirds, red-winged blackbirds, and mud-dauber wasps
Time better spent reconnecting with the adolescents that share my last name no rushing to bus stops Instead last-minute roll out of bed beginning my 50 yard commute gone is business dress replaced by shorts and a pocket-tee hell I could work bare-naked if the door locked and I kinked that way still compelled to wear the backpack listen to a panoply of podcasts, books, music out loud, sans volume restrictions pen a poem or two in tandem with my avocation, my job
Laboring in the comfort of my home would be grand if circumstances weren’t so globally dire, so bloated with anxiety acutely aware of my moment-by-moment good fortune regularly petitioning God on behalf of they, who with heavy heads, wear the cruel crown for those poor souls with virus sick they who care for the same they who have passed, they that mourn their passing the healthy, able bodied, skilled employee now unemployed for all these do I pray
Words = 254 Unique words = 190
Posted: 3rd April 2020 11:02pm
Joined 30th Oct 2016 Forum Posts: 193
#03 of 30
Born of Woman
To be born of woman is shared by all the commonality is God’s resolve still the opinions may disagree about the nature of rough pedigree
the favored moms are acknowledged to be ugly in all their charm this is a lie that’s recognized when favoritism is thus applied
opponent’s progenitors are decried ‘yo mama’ is the battle cry sitting around the entire house when large becomes too much
neither view has honesty mothers are both good and bad to state otherwise is Satan’s lie abusing truth in mama’s life.
Posted: 4th April 2020 00:42am
Fire of Insight
Joined 3rd May 2018 Forum Posts: 991
Lying to a liar
More than once I confessed a lie to protect the truth when you knew one hundred people could have told you what you already knew.
More than once I pretended not to cry to protect you from guilt bestowed by your own whip one thousand lashes against your skin, reducing a man to his knees.
Once I knelt Rubbing ointment on your feet blisters, burns and bedraggled looking up to your eyes searching for the boy, lost who cried wolf one too many times lying to your lies to protect your fears now we both lie (separately) in our tears.
More than once you have walked that (familiar) lonely road paved by your hands criss- crossing, every step now yours, again all on your own.
Posted: 4th April 2020 00:49am
Joined 4th Dec 2018 Forum Posts: 785
#4 Of 30
Let’s dance under full moonlight Leave inhibitions far behind Innocence will blush warmly The colour of bright red
In private no one else sees Our senses could burn Such a fire deserves cultivating We only need touch
This wild night May never end Memories always remain To fuel a second coming
Total Words: 51 Unique Words: 50
Posted: 4th April 2020 1:28am
Joined 30th June 2016 Forum Posts: 332
Becoming Words (i)
It all became words after burning through reason, breaking it's seal. They were like little embers ready to burst forth; those realizations, those conclusions. Yet amorphous they huddled together in unwritten volumes on stacks of virgin paper in hungry minds yet unread. They conglomerated like blood cells under trauma, those clumps of letters not yet comprehensible but borne of isolation, glowing in it's medium: The unspoken sanitarium full of word-children yearning to hold hands in a chain of poetic announcement. 'We are here, we exist; let us become something, let us endure'.
'I am not mad' -Salvador Dali
Posted: 4th April 2020 1:40am
Joined 18th Nov 2015 Forum Posts: 284
They crashed into a murky time and place and found a giant’s cave to shelter in He claimed them as his prey with leering face Lascivious, the hunger in his grin.
She offered up herself to save the child, unto the heathen stranger bared her breast But -- blood he scented on the breezes wild and left her untouched, breathless and perplexed.
With curdling howl he vanished to the chase A moonless night in frigid dew they spent They both feared his return back to that place But also, one feared his abandonment
His virile silhouette appeared next day She bravely rose to face him, come what may…