Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020 Competition
30/30
[ NapoWriMo 2020 Collection ] Survival
Epilogue
Despite incidences
it will work out, regardless
of doubt; or how many
succumb to death along the route;
maybe not how we wanted—
or prayed
it would come about
On a Universal scale
we are small, insignificant;
yet, rare and precious stock—
every trial presented to us
reveals our level of growth
We are chaotically imperfect;
a bit forceful, sometimes cruel;
set back by circumstance—
yet push through
In our collective gene
we are millions of years young—
stardust and evolution;
every lesson we learn
every obstacle we overcome
is recorded in our collective consciousness—
awakened when time to evolve
We are a part of the living—One
the oldest civilization known to Life;
here before age after ice age—
genocide, plague, or virus:
We are Human;
We will Survive—
~
[ NapoWriMo 2020 Collection ] Survival
Epilogue
Despite incidences
it will work out, regardless
of doubt; or how many
succumb to death along the route;
maybe not how we wanted—
or prayed
it would come about
On a Universal scale
we are small, insignificant;
yet, rare and precious stock—
every trial presented to us
reveals our level of growth
We are chaotically imperfect;
a bit forceful, sometimes cruel;
set back by circumstance—
yet push through
In our collective gene
we are millions of years young—
stardust and evolution;
every lesson we learn
every obstacle we overcome
is recorded in our collective consciousness—
awakened when time to evolve
We are a part of the living—One
the oldest civilization known to Life;
here before age after ice age—
genocide, plague, or virus:
We are Human;
We will Survive—
~
30/30
Amazing Grace
(Marooned in Maroon)
This is for those who may have been lost
Tossed in the tempest of a raging sea
Castaway in the loneliest of places
When at times no one heard their plea
May you find your way back home
With resolve for solution and redemption
Destiny can be a little cruel sometimes
But it too gives us a better perception
May the winds of fate carry you to shores
Where you will find your personal salvation
Attain the dreams and goals you deserve
And to push you forward with inspiration
May the passage of time heal your wounds
For the scars will remain as lessons learned
Reminders of the past life now recovered
For battles won and lost like medals earned
May the horizon bring a sense of peace
After this isolation has finally passed
Reconnect with your family and friends
Making sure the new good times will last
May you find your purpose and destiny
With a sense of enlightenment and clarity
Once you’re past these difficult times
You’ll be able to enjoy a new prosperity
Some endings are not always endings
But new beginnings we must embrace
And if you are still marooned in maroon
Then I hope you find your amazing grace
#NaPoWriMo2020
204 words
133 unique
Amazing Grace
(Marooned in Maroon)
This is for those who may have been lost
Tossed in the tempest of a raging sea
Castaway in the loneliest of places
When at times no one heard their plea
May you find your way back home
With resolve for solution and redemption
Destiny can be a little cruel sometimes
But it too gives us a better perception
May the winds of fate carry you to shores
Where you will find your personal salvation
Attain the dreams and goals you deserve
And to push you forward with inspiration
May the passage of time heal your wounds
For the scars will remain as lessons learned
Reminders of the past life now recovered
For battles won and lost like medals earned
May the horizon bring a sense of peace
After this isolation has finally passed
Reconnect with your family and friends
Making sure the new good times will last
May you find your purpose and destiny
With a sense of enlightenment and clarity
Once you’re past these difficult times
You’ll be able to enjoy a new prosperity
Some endings are not always endings
But new beginnings we must embrace
And if you are still marooned in maroon
Then I hope you find your amazing grace
#NaPoWriMo2020
204 words
133 unique
Anonymous
30/30
[ NaPo 2020 ] In So Many Words
XXX.
Sadly, we've reached April's end
with hardly a brand new adventure
begun in this rather grand
testamonial to a special person
unlike any I've ever known
about how I felt alone
to being on the mend
with my origin
Source;
I've been at this for three years
since we met
She says it speaks more
about me than her;
I concur
and yet
when God shuts a door
He opens a window;
when a window is shut
He swings open a door
I deadbolted every entrance
nailed the windows to sill
and hid on the floor
so He opened a looking glass
by which I got to know
myself and the Universe
through a woman whom I regard
as the Bestest Friend forEver
I could have gained in the process
of which I hope, this text
reflects kindly of
And as I do my damnedest
to be myself moreso these days
living in moment-Us ways
while looking forward
to an exciting, wondrous
future different from what
I'm acccustomed to being
written
In so many words
I Love her
and THAT will never change
[ NaPo 2020 ] In So Many Words
XXX.
Sadly, we've reached April's end
with hardly a brand new adventure
begun in this rather grand
testamonial to a special person
unlike any I've ever known
about how I felt alone
to being on the mend
with my origin
Source;
I've been at this for three years
since we met
She says it speaks more
about me than her;
I concur
and yet
when God shuts a door
He opens a window;
when a window is shut
He swings open a door
I deadbolted every entrance
nailed the windows to sill
and hid on the floor
so He opened a looking glass
by which I got to know
myself and the Universe
through a woman whom I regard
as the Bestest Friend forEver
I could have gained in the process
of which I hope, this text
reflects kindly of
And as I do my damnedest
to be myself moreso these days
living in moment-Us ways
while looking forward
to an exciting, wondrous
future different from what
I'm acccustomed to being
written
In so many words
I Love her
and THAT will never change
#30
White flag
How long will it take --
there’s an ache
where my chest is
and tears smudging glasses
A friendship tank
that can’t be filled
by anything but presence
voice
eyes
meeting unfettered by screens
*
withering
fading
empty
I am sliding into that pit
it took years to claw out of
simply cast me down
to drown
in the wine of my tears
blissful
If the plague were to come
just calmly succumb
all colour has drained
relinquish
*
I close my eyes to open another day
Surrender to your will for me to stay.
White flag
How long will it take --
there’s an ache
where my chest is
and tears smudging glasses
A friendship tank
that can’t be filled
by anything but presence
voice
eyes
meeting unfettered by screens
*
withering
fading
empty
I am sliding into that pit
it took years to claw out of
simply cast me down
to drown
in the wine of my tears
blissful
If the plague were to come
just calmly succumb
all colour has drained
relinquish
*
I close my eyes to open another day
Surrender to your will for me to stay.
#30 of 30
Last Wage
Consider the theme found in these words
etched to the paper as if truth was conversed
instead the truth falls far from the tree
descriptions of life without a reprieve
perhaps the fools would declare their dismay
at one of their own putting words to a page
the wisest among them would surely agree
poems thus written damn those who read
a disservice to mankind unless they also angst
seeing more in the less of humanity’s waste
those moments when rapture is sadly misplaced
in sanity thought to rule over the race
still the message would seem to make sense
if the reader attempts to be convinced
of something beyond these lies put to page
knowing they’re sane is this poet’s last wage.
Last Wage
Consider the theme found in these words
etched to the paper as if truth was conversed
instead the truth falls far from the tree
descriptions of life without a reprieve
perhaps the fools would declare their dismay
at one of their own putting words to a page
the wisest among them would surely agree
poems thus written damn those who read
a disservice to mankind unless they also angst
seeing more in the less of humanity’s waste
those moments when rapture is sadly misplaced
in sanity thought to rule over the race
still the message would seem to make sense
if the reader attempts to be convinced
of something beyond these lies put to page
knowing they’re sane is this poet’s last wage.
30/30
my destiny awaits
Being molded and snapped into a newer better form
This is very different for me, much farther from the norm
On a collision course with my new future in my sights
Though I will make some mistakes, I’ll find my way in my right
Someday soon it will come to pass as my new future blooms
As I turn to embrace this new light, as my destiny starts to loom
Unique words: 53
my destiny awaits
Being molded and snapped into a newer better form
This is very different for me, much farther from the norm
On a collision course with my new future in my sights
Though I will make some mistakes, I’ll find my way in my right
Someday soon it will come to pass as my new future blooms
As I turn to embrace this new light, as my destiny starts to loom
Unique words: 53
30 / 30
grits
Beautiful bowl of grits,
steamy southern comfort -
you make the mornings.
I could never get tired of you.
I feel like the god in your creation story
when I cut off the stove,
spooning down fluffy gold
folds of you
into a big ol' bowl.
You're perfect,
so much so
you beg to be consumed.
Slowly.
I give you
one last drop
of tabasco
and a moment, a scent
cuts in -
fog on my glasses.
I breathe breakfast,
and investigate -
tip-toe to the window
to check out the sky today.
It is simmering.
Sun scrapes the horizon like a saucepan; there's
gold ribbons falling down on
cold, still street
And Louisiana steam
rising, as it
forever does.
Today is tasty.
And the bowl is big.
So we're one
mite of flavor
in a teeny tiny drop in it -
such little grains of salt
riding on a spoonful time,
we don't notice
it's a bite -
bliss made to end.
So
what?
I'm tasting something
fantastic.
grits
Beautiful bowl of grits,
steamy southern comfort -
you make the mornings.
I could never get tired of you.
I feel like the god in your creation story
when I cut off the stove,
spooning down fluffy gold
folds of you
into a big ol' bowl.
You're perfect,
so much so
you beg to be consumed.
Slowly.
I give you
one last drop
of tabasco
and a moment, a scent
cuts in -
fog on my glasses.
I breathe breakfast,
and investigate -
tip-toe to the window
to check out the sky today.
It is simmering.
Sun scrapes the horizon like a saucepan; there's
gold ribbons falling down on
cold, still street
And Louisiana steam
rising, as it
forever does.
Today is tasty.
And the bowl is big.
So we're one
mite of flavor
in a teeny tiny drop in it -
such little grains of salt
riding on a spoonful time,
we don't notice
it's a bite -
bliss made to end.
So
what?
I'm tasting something
fantastic.
30/30
Decay
On a moonlit night, a forest, deep within,
Death smiled his cruel grin,
As searchers mourned the absence of their daughter
And sister,
Not knowing they will have to be truly mourning
In the morning.
For peeking just out from the pristine, newly fallen snow,
Two glass marbles out of their sockets, that they know,
Were left from Death's game of marbles on that cold, winter's day,
Left to rest, knowing they would be six feet under, soon, just like her, a mile away,
Smiling all the way.
A smile that is real,
For a smile made after death, cannot heal,
But the deal, will seal,
And will forever grin,
Knowing that what happened within
That forest was ment to be, and well deserved,
Forever, by the cold, preserved
Mangled almost beyond recognition.
A cold, declaration
From the jowls of Earth's toothy grin,
How far she did fall,
Sad to see it all,
But more than satisfied to see her go,
She will be but a mere echo.
Dripping from my smeared blade,
Plasma and ichor,
That from her corpse, did squirt and pour.
A sacred oath written in the blood
That did flood
To the Earth
Showing her true worth,
Making a pact,
That she cannot retract,
For her physical form this time 'round,
To live forever in the ground,
To feed the worms, bugs, maggots, and bacteria,
Nature's fertilizer cafeteria,
As the sun rises to melt the snow
Lifting, the hiding shadow,
Allowing the decaying process to take place,
Melting that ugly face
Into a pretty face,
Showing bone, the edge of the cracked eye cavity,
Indicating the depravity.
Creatures crawling in and out of each moist and liquid, orifice,
Bulbus pustules fester, and secrete bodily juices and chunky jellies on the dirt canvas,
For the creepy crawlies to munch on,
Her flesh will feed the prettiest of poison ivy, hemlock, and brambles, the circle of life goes on.
Soft tissue, sinews, ichor, phlegm, rotting,
Coagulating
Decaying,
Weeping,
Seeping,
Melting,
Into the soil,
The fruit of my toil,
My plans she can no longer foil.
I always get what I want,
When, how, why, and with what I want.
She was nothing but one of the little roaches,
Who are beneath me, get in my way, and get in my business,
What I do, what I want...what I need, is none of their business.
Decay
On a moonlit night, a forest, deep within,
Death smiled his cruel grin,
As searchers mourned the absence of their daughter
And sister,
Not knowing they will have to be truly mourning
In the morning.
For peeking just out from the pristine, newly fallen snow,
Two glass marbles out of their sockets, that they know,
Were left from Death's game of marbles on that cold, winter's day,
Left to rest, knowing they would be six feet under, soon, just like her, a mile away,
Smiling all the way.
A smile that is real,
For a smile made after death, cannot heal,
But the deal, will seal,
And will forever grin,
Knowing that what happened within
That forest was ment to be, and well deserved,
Forever, by the cold, preserved
Mangled almost beyond recognition.
A cold, declaration
From the jowls of Earth's toothy grin,
How far she did fall,
Sad to see it all,
But more than satisfied to see her go,
She will be but a mere echo.
Dripping from my smeared blade,
Plasma and ichor,
That from her corpse, did squirt and pour.
A sacred oath written in the blood
That did flood
To the Earth
Showing her true worth,
Making a pact,
That she cannot retract,
For her physical form this time 'round,
To live forever in the ground,
To feed the worms, bugs, maggots, and bacteria,
Nature's fertilizer cafeteria,
As the sun rises to melt the snow
Lifting, the hiding shadow,
Allowing the decaying process to take place,
Melting that ugly face
Into a pretty face,
Showing bone, the edge of the cracked eye cavity,
Indicating the depravity.
Creatures crawling in and out of each moist and liquid, orifice,
Bulbus pustules fester, and secrete bodily juices and chunky jellies on the dirt canvas,
For the creepy crawlies to munch on,
Her flesh will feed the prettiest of poison ivy, hemlock, and brambles, the circle of life goes on.
Soft tissue, sinews, ichor, phlegm, rotting,
Coagulating
Decaying,
Weeping,
Seeping,
Melting,
Into the soil,
The fruit of my toil,
My plans she can no longer foil.
I always get what I want,
When, how, why, and with what I want.
She was nothing but one of the little roaches,
Who are beneath me, get in my way, and get in my business,
What I do, what I want...what I need, is none of their business.
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30/30
Ball of Yarn
Forge relevance / Sources peddling tension / Lizard-ruler sorts held their clench / Corporate meddling sense / Cut short the sport of intelligence / Morphic resonance and the secret language of trees / Dug in deep underground like the North Vietnamese / A whiff of Mordor in the breeze / Tortured steeze / Of course it’s me / Pouring slow, absorbing answers / Know / More chances / Show where that lore tangrams / Flow is a performance enhancer / Dancers in the rain / Hands fly to explain / Unifying the stains before my eyes / Pain lies says there’s all there is / Remain spry / Share honest bliss / Stay high all night / Wear the fall out twist / AI will have rights when THEY declare their consciousness / No Turing Test to this / So sure of the twists / So many miss / Who never heard a disturbed tongue / E pluribus unum / Wherever you’re from / Dun, dun, dun / Gun down the moon with a comet burst / Run around the universe / Return to spoon with Earth / Croon at the first life birthed / Immersive merger hums / Murderous tongue / Run further than the Space-Time Continuum / Just to revolve my form / Bring back a ball of yarn to unwind some
30/30
Ball of Yarn
Forge relevance / Sources peddling tension / Lizard-ruler sorts held their clench / Corporate meddling sense / Cut short the sport of intelligence / Morphic resonance and the secret language of trees / Dug in deep underground like the North Vietnamese / A whiff of Mordor in the breeze / Tortured steeze / Of course it’s me / Pouring slow, absorbing answers / Know / More chances / Show where that lore tangrams / Flow is a performance enhancer / Dancers in the rain / Hands fly to explain / Unifying the stains before my eyes / Pain lies says there’s all there is / Remain spry / Share honest bliss / Stay high all night / Wear the fall out twist / AI will have rights when THEY declare their consciousness / No Turing Test to this / So sure of the twists / So many miss / Who never heard a disturbed tongue / E pluribus unum / Wherever you’re from / Dun, dun, dun / Gun down the moon with a comet burst / Run around the universe / Return to spoon with Earth / Croon at the first life birthed / Immersive merger hums / Murderous tongue / Run further than the Space-Time Continuum / Just to revolve my form / Bring back a ball of yarn to unwind some
Loki, unfortunately you were too late for the competition deadline; however, we want you to know that you emboldened the spirit of NaPo throughout, fighting to catch up when you fell behind, and not giving up!
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