Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020 Competition
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 9th Nov 2015 Forum Posts: 5134
# 29 of 30
From The Belov’ed
After l have a microwaveable
half chicken pot pie for dinner
I mute the news according to
Trump to fix some Twinnings,
then put my feet up for a read
of verse chosen by Jackie O.
I gradually realize it’s outside
there’s the lilting mesmerized
vibe of a middle eastern sing
drifting from out a screenless apartment window where we
are all isolated now that night
has fallen & the courtyard is
serenely still around the pool.
The older man is Arabic I think
while he’s accompanied by a
woodwind, a drum & dog bark,
ending as the front gate clIcks.
His voice like the desert wind
dying at sunset, and the flute
dances, whirling like a dervish
with the right hand held open
and up to receive God’s grace
the left hand faces downward
toward the earth to give that
grace & light to a new world.
Floating by the pool and up to
my window where I’ve moved
aside the rose drapes to feel
a clean fresh evening breeze
upon my face & neck & arms.
I have no need to understand
the words as they are mystic,
for at last after all this year &
year before, after millions are
gone, a novel miracle is come
for in-spite the machinations
to transcend this pandemic !
Where in the wake of all this,
there will be no celebrations.
For those of us who are able,
we’ll wish only to venture out
to nowhere in particular with
no gloves, no masks, no fear.
We’re too weak for Nirvana’s
blessing to soak in, taking us
time to connect as survivors;
To touch and to be touched.
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
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The Gardener
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 10th Oct 2010Forum Posts: 1347
None
Ahavati
Tams
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Tams
Tyrant of Words
121
Joined 11th Apr 2015Forum Posts: 16224
Greetings, NaPo'ers! If you find yourself dipping your toes in the swells of Neptune, you have successfully made it to Day 29! Can you BELIEVE IT?!
Anonymous
EPISODE 29/30
Technically, being NaPoWriMo participants themselves, Blaze and Deannavati were not allowed to cross the Writer's Blockade until midnight of April 29th - the soonest their Final Entries were permitted.
Unfortunately, the home worlds of the Clingforms and Rhymulans were located in a time zone a few hours ahead of Earth ( another reason for which they were able to get through the barrier sooner ).
It was always something going sideways.
Although, on the bright side, no one had tried to eat our Poetic Federation protagonists in the last few episodes!
However, this didn't stop Blaze and Deannavati from forum-ulating a plan to get the Muses back before the Clingforms and Rhymulans got their filthy
Firstly, our Federation heroes beamed the seven slugs onto the Rhymulan vessel, who stealthily slimed their way through the vessel until finding the engine room. Forming a cheerleader pyramid, the uppermost slug performed a bellywhopflop onto the Electromagnetic Ellipsis that Sex_on_the_Joe had removed from the USS Underground.
The Rhymulan ship was rendered powerless - stalled, but still drifting on a collision course with the Stanza.
Secondly, they beamed the three Metronomes and BATMAN onto the Clingform ship, who hurriedly hacked its computer - then installed the Khanqueror Worm virus, which had hitched a ride out of Shadoa Nohurryatall's bladder on a kidney bean sized stone. socksscareme was able to lull the angry little bugger to sleep with a lullaby, allowing LunaGreyhawk to mind meld and hypnotize it with a single command prompt: ram the nearest Rhymulan warship.
Thirdly, the Metronomes beamed BATMAN aboard the USS Stanza.
Fourthy, BATMAN beamed the slugs and the Metronomes aboard the USS Stanza ... and, PHEW! It was just in the nick of time!
The two alien warships collided like pinballs and spun off into deep space.
All the Poet Wardens high-fived each other! The USS Stanza was saved, the Muses would soon be recovered and NaPo participants were beginning to break through the Writer's Blockade!
Now THAT is what you call a TEAM EFFORT.
Layla
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Fire of Insight
7
Joined 3rd May 2018Forum Posts: 1216
29/30
The Wine
Will we plant that vineyard we always talked about
across the big house painted in mulberry mauve
aslant to mid-hills, sprawled with visceral offerings
each vine twisting in pleasures of here and now.
Limbs upon limbs, flesh flushed with a slight tint
dipped in writer’s tears rewriting the book of love.
Warmth of the light, cool of the dark, mellow’d wine
overflow from the golden chalice one last time.
O’ Gods of the earth, bless me some.
No shadow can sustain what flawed heart knows
no poetry, no prose with exquisite metaphors, veiling
the lines dripping from side of the mouth, veined like
an orison hymn. Eyes wide shut we bury the seeds
in the bosom of the earth, pouring rivers of dreams
evolving, encircling upon itself soaking the void within
yet; I cannot satisfy the longing I crave for your lips
pearling ruby pearls to whispers one last time.
O’ Gods of the earth, bless me some.
The Wine
Will we plant that vineyard we always talked about
across the big house painted in mulberry mauve
aslant to mid-hills, sprawled with visceral offerings
each vine twisting in pleasures of here and now.
Limbs upon limbs, flesh flushed with a slight tint
dipped in writer’s tears rewriting the book of love.
Warmth of the light, cool of the dark, mellow’d wine
overflow from the golden chalice one last time.
O’ Gods of the earth, bless me some.
No shadow can sustain what flawed heart knows
no poetry, no prose with exquisite metaphors, veiling
the lines dripping from side of the mouth, veined like
an orison hymn. Eyes wide shut we bury the seeds
in the bosom of the earth, pouring rivers of dreams
evolving, encircling upon itself soaking the void within
yet; I cannot satisfy the longing I crave for your lips
pearling ruby pearls to whispers one last time.
O’ Gods of the earth, bless me some.
Josh
Joshua Bond
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Joshua Bond
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 2nd Feb 2017Forum Posts: 1817
NaPo 2020, April 29th
29/30
WHATEVER ONE’S TAKE
People opting to stay in their homes
are they afraid of death … or life?
Life’s full of risk, like crossing the road
but does that mean lock-down is now the new code?
Keeping one’s distance, wearing a mask
is that the solution, forever a task?
Depriving our bodies of vitamin-D
or crouching inside, afraid to be free?
Isolation, the cranked-up new norm
or lonely as ever, just like before?
Doing our bit to ‘flatten the curve’
or battered, frustrated, and twanging our nerves?
Loving the solitude, peace and the quiet
or frantically stressed with children a riot?
Watching our decades of work disappear
we’re living in hope or living in fear?
A fine chance to grow, expand consciousness
or wrecking the future, a horrible mess?
Clarity gained with friends who will hug
or neighbours who snitch, scared of a bug?
Dividing-to-rule with liberties gone
or communal spirits and acting as one?
Whatever one’s take, examine the flow
of money and power as upwards they go.
29/30
WHATEVER ONE’S TAKE
People opting to stay in their homes
are they afraid of death … or life?
Life’s full of risk, like crossing the road
but does that mean lock-down is now the new code?
Keeping one’s distance, wearing a mask
is that the solution, forever a task?
Depriving our bodies of vitamin-D
or crouching inside, afraid to be free?
Isolation, the cranked-up new norm
or lonely as ever, just like before?
Doing our bit to ‘flatten the curve’
or battered, frustrated, and twanging our nerves?
Loving the solitude, peace and the quiet
or frantically stressed with children a riot?
Watching our decades of work disappear
we’re living in hope or living in fear?
A fine chance to grow, expand consciousness
or wrecking the future, a horrible mess?
Clarity gained with friends who will hug
or neighbours who snitch, scared of a bug?
Dividing-to-rule with liberties gone
or communal spirits and acting as one?
Whatever one’s take, examine the flow
of money and power as upwards they go.
(twenty-nine of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020)
April’s Agathokakological Arduousness
i suppose this spill, its gist, the meaning
is all wrapped up neatly in its Title, its
nomenclature.
At last, only two toiling tasks to go;
No more tiresome tangents taken
(un-full)filling hours of trying to
dig up prompts from an emptied
pail of brain matter sweating out
fifty unique letters strewn together
foaming at the mouth forming
words thereby creating another
spill.
Thing is, after You peruse
this one of two,
there lies only one more
spill to spill –
Whew!
____________________
#NaPoWriMo2020
82 words
64 unique
April’s Agathokakological Arduousness
i suppose this spill, its gist, the meaning
is all wrapped up neatly in its Title, its
nomenclature.
At last, only two toiling tasks to go;
No more tiresome tangents taken
(un-full)filling hours of trying to
dig up prompts from an emptied
pail of brain matter sweating out
fifty unique letters strewn together
foaming at the mouth forming
words thereby creating another
spill.
Thing is, after You peruse
this one of two,
there lies only one more
spill to spill –
Whew!
____________________
#NaPoWriMo2020
82 words
64 unique
Kinkpoet
Forum Posts: 1064
Tyrant of Words
11
Joined 9th May 2019Forum Posts: 1064
#29
Stars
at times in our lives
we are writers
stuntmen producers directors
technical advisors editors
sometimes caterers
makeup artists graphic artists
wardrobe specialists sound makers
each of us stars in our own movie
while also playing characters
in other’s productions
in our own movie
we are the celebrity star
in other’s we may be bit actors
co stars walk ons or extras
what is your role today?
(C) 2020 Raibeart Bruis
Stars
at times in our lives
we are writers
stuntmen producers directors
technical advisors editors
sometimes caterers
makeup artists graphic artists
wardrobe specialists sound makers
each of us stars in our own movie
while also playing characters
in other’s productions
in our own movie
we are the celebrity star
in other’s we may be bit actors
co stars walk ons or extras
what is your role today?
(C) 2020 Raibeart Bruis
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Forum Posts: 274
Joe-D
Fire of Insight
13
Joined 18th Sep 2018Forum Posts: 274
29/30
Without You
These tears I expel
Exile me to solitude
I drown in my cell
Depraved of water and food
Uranus seems so close
But Mars is my home
Absorbed in secluded throes
I travel alone
Vultures swarm in circles
Awaiting my demise
They sync in rehearsal
Ready to pluck my eyes
I’m stranded on an island
Shipwrecked and left for dead
Thoughts of personal violence
Swim like sharks in my head
What’s the point of life
If I can’t live it with you
Slice my wrists with a knife
I’d rather Die
Then live my life
Without you
Without You
These tears I expel
Exile me to solitude
I drown in my cell
Depraved of water and food
Uranus seems so close
But Mars is my home
Absorbed in secluded throes
I travel alone
Vultures swarm in circles
Awaiting my demise
They sync in rehearsal
Ready to pluck my eyes
I’m stranded on an island
Shipwrecked and left for dead
Thoughts of personal violence
Swim like sharks in my head
What’s the point of life
If I can’t live it with you
Slice my wrists with a knife
I’d rather Die
Then live my life
Without you
Summerrain75
Forum Posts: 373
Dangerous Mind
11
Joined 6th Jan 2019Forum Posts: 373
# 29 of 30
Cycle
I can't believe how quick
The flight of time while on quarantine,
The days of April quietly walked by
Amid the rush and chaos of the pandemic.
Only one day is left in the NaPoWriMo2020,
Just one more spill to complete,
Just one more day to cross
And the competition will be over.
The days coming after this will pass slowly,
Akin to the flowing of the river following its course,
As it flows to the sea, quiet and unhurried.
The days would march forward, without much significance, as I wait for this quarantine and lockdown to be lifted.
I can go back to my books and read,and write at my own leisure and pace.
Days would turn into weeks, weeks would turn into months, and months would turn into a year that is over and gone.
The cycle is completed and another cycle begins.
A new challenge will start, another beginning will take place,
And another surprise will be waiting.
A new memory will be woven
As time flows ceaselessly to infinity.
Cycle
I can't believe how quick
The flight of time while on quarantine,
The days of April quietly walked by
Amid the rush and chaos of the pandemic.
Only one day is left in the NaPoWriMo2020,
Just one more spill to complete,
Just one more day to cross
And the competition will be over.
The days coming after this will pass slowly,
Akin to the flowing of the river following its course,
As it flows to the sea, quiet and unhurried.
The days would march forward, without much significance, as I wait for this quarantine and lockdown to be lifted.
I can go back to my books and read,and write at my own leisure and pace.
Days would turn into weeks, weeks would turn into months, and months would turn into a year that is over and gone.
The cycle is completed and another cycle begins.
A new challenge will start, another beginning will take place,
And another surprise will be waiting.
A new memory will be woven
As time flows ceaselessly to infinity.
Thetravelingfairy
Forum Posts: 286
Fire of Insight
15
Joined 12th July 2017 Forum Posts: 286
29/30
A Note to Bystanders
I never predicted tragic outcomes, or caused them
No..
But ask me, was my biggest mistake enabling them, if I could stop everything?
Yes.
Being a bystander in the midst of chaos feels just as bad as the perpetrator to a jumbled mess
It does
And expecting a rescuer, is like picking up my broken uke, playing it on the assumption it miraculously mended itself
I’m no miracle worker
I’m not.
They don’t save bystanders
They don’t.
Confidence is key, they say
But I’m not good at listening
Or keeping keys, they tend to go missing
It seems this time, I’ve lost everything
Even my will to change
If bystanders were ever good at anything
It would be watching
That they’re good at
They are.
My note to you, in these final lines
Hints to the fact you ought to stand up for what’s right
Don’t watch a fight turn into war
But remember, if you do
You have no right to judge the outcome that disappoints a bystander
I get it
Do you?
A Note to Bystanders
I never predicted tragic outcomes, or caused them
No..
But ask me, was my biggest mistake enabling them, if I could stop everything?
Yes.
Being a bystander in the midst of chaos feels just as bad as the perpetrator to a jumbled mess
It does
And expecting a rescuer, is like picking up my broken uke, playing it on the assumption it miraculously mended itself
I’m no miracle worker
I’m not.
They don’t save bystanders
They don’t.
Confidence is key, they say
But I’m not good at listening
Or keeping keys, they tend to go missing
It seems this time, I’ve lost everything
Even my will to change
If bystanders were ever good at anything
It would be watching
That they’re good at
They are.
My note to you, in these final lines
Hints to the fact you ought to stand up for what’s right
Don’t watch a fight turn into war
But remember, if you do
You have no right to judge the outcome that disappoints a bystander
I get it
Do you?
cabcool
Forum Posts: 782
Guardian of Shadows
14
Joined 27th Feb 2014Forum Posts: 782
scribbles in a poet's diary #29
(29 of 30—Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo2020)
29 of 30
scribble #29: aprilogue
passion days
have left me tired and worn
yet bravely have i borne
the season of resplendent hope
at which all creatures grope
in a blaze
of glory, every hill
leaps with its new found thrill
spring sprung upon my altar. spent,
i make my swift descent
april praise
to Him alone belongs, Who rules
odessa’s world and all its jewels
© Copyright 2020 April 29
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
__________________________
NaPoWriMo2020—April 29
Total Words 61
Unique Words 54
thepositivelydark
Forum Posts: 134
Fire of Insight
4
Joined 28th Aug 2013Forum Posts: 134
29/30
caught in the rain
Getting caught in the rain on the way home
In gloom city, it was inevitable --
Sharing a small umbrella, creating splashes on
Neon-lit puddles --
Oh how, how did I get here?
The trip on the sea to the city --
I longed for something new.
I did not expect the
Brightness and lightness
With a place so
Associated with its notorious
Dark nights.
Yet here, almost midnight,
Caught in the rain and un-piña colada-ed --
All my tropical childhood memories seem to have
Powered my smile and his.
It's not always like this.
Eclipses will be forever coming and going,
And the abyss not forgotten.
Monsters and skeletons
Bang,
Or creep silently,
Regularly --
Yet he never gave up on me.
Calloused fingers keep me grounded.
And I promise him me as a safe place to land.
From adrift,
Oh how, how did I get here?
The little droplets from the sky
Remind me of girlhood summers, unworried.
Now a drizzling baptism
To the newly hopeful.
And I came to the city curious to its
Depths and secrets and
My kinship to its darkness --
Yet I found more --
I found the good in the old
Memories,
They became lit up by sunlight,
Or by a signal --
And I found him,
Closer -- all along,
Dear hope,
Let it rain;
I found the words again.
229 words
141 unique
caught in the rain
Getting caught in the rain on the way home
In gloom city, it was inevitable --
Sharing a small umbrella, creating splashes on
Neon-lit puddles --
Oh how, how did I get here?
The trip on the sea to the city --
I longed for something new.
I did not expect the
Brightness and lightness
With a place so
Associated with its notorious
Dark nights.
Yet here, almost midnight,
Caught in the rain and un-piña colada-ed --
All my tropical childhood memories seem to have
Powered my smile and his.
It's not always like this.
Eclipses will be forever coming and going,
And the abyss not forgotten.
Monsters and skeletons
Bang,
Or creep silently,
Regularly --
Yet he never gave up on me.
Calloused fingers keep me grounded.
And I promise him me as a safe place to land.
From adrift,
Oh how, how did I get here?
The little droplets from the sky
Remind me of girlhood summers, unworried.
Now a drizzling baptism
To the newly hopeful.
And I came to the city curious to its
Depths and secrets and
My kinship to its darkness --
Yet I found more --
I found the good in the old
Memories,
They became lit up by sunlight,
Or by a signal --
And I found him,
Closer -- all along,
Dear hope,
Let it rain;
I found the words again.
229 words
141 unique
29/30
Wanderlust
occasionally I am
overcome by the need
to escape into the wild blue
or whatever realm passes
for such in this modern world
but I’ve never felt the urge
to lace up my walking shoes
or pack a bag for travel;
every place I’ve ever wanted to go
has always been found between
musty covers and torn dust jackets,
in the yellowed, rough cut pages
where anything can happen
if only the scenery has been painted
vividly enough to leave me breathless,
my bones aching, infused with adventure
while I sip tea from my heavy mug
held tightly with both hands
cocooned within my favorite chair
wrapped in a blanket I made for myself,
and reading glasses I keep forgetting
are resting atop my head
Unique Word Count: 96
Wanderlust
occasionally I am
overcome by the need
to escape into the wild blue
or whatever realm passes
for such in this modern world
but I’ve never felt the urge
to lace up my walking shoes
or pack a bag for travel;
every place I’ve ever wanted to go
has always been found between
musty covers and torn dust jackets,
in the yellowed, rough cut pages
where anything can happen
if only the scenery has been painted
vividly enough to leave me breathless,
my bones aching, infused with adventure
while I sip tea from my heavy mug
held tightly with both hands
cocooned within my favorite chair
wrapped in a blanket I made for myself,
and reading glasses I keep forgetting
are resting atop my head
Unique Word Count: 96
SweetOblivion
Forum Posts: 72
Tyrant of Words
49
Joined 6th July 2014Forum Posts: 72
#29 of 30
Garbage
(c) Sweet Oblivion 29.4.20
When you listen to the garbage and the lies
The government, so pompously, supplies,
As they find the 'Covid' Crisis
Is rather worse than ISIS,
Each person has to laugh (in case one cries);
They tell us that it is unprecedented
To have these deaths with illnesses untended;
Through social isolation,
They've prevented integration;
But have locked us down at home, (which we've resented);
There are lies, damned lies and, then, statistics:
A base for garbled garbage (Did you miss it?);
Still, the lack of a vaccine
And PPE, I mean(!):
It is enough to make you go ballistic.
79 unique words
99 words
Garbage
(c) Sweet Oblivion 29.4.20
When you listen to the garbage and the lies
The government, so pompously, supplies,
As they find the 'Covid' Crisis
Is rather worse than ISIS,
Each person has to laugh (in case one cries);
They tell us that it is unprecedented
To have these deaths with illnesses untended;
Through social isolation,
They've prevented integration;
But have locked us down at home, (which we've resented);
There are lies, damned lies and, then, statistics:
A base for garbled garbage (Did you miss it?);
Still, the lack of a vaccine
And PPE, I mean(!):
It is enough to make you go ballistic.
79 unique words
99 words