scribbles in a poet's diary #07 (07 of 30—Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo2020)
07 of 30
scribble #07: odessa sets my world on fire
april nights gateway to summer eves sprouting grass moon that cleaves where supermoons alone can rule comet atlas at school what a sight! bright fireballs that fly across the eastern sky as meteor show’rs luminescent the darkness circumvent in their plight
odessa sets my world on fire she is the fruit of my desire
___________________________ NaPoWriMo2020—April 07 Total Words 54 Unique Words 50
Posted: 7th April 2020 5:54pm
Edited: 7th April 2020 5:55pm
Tyrant of Words
Joined 21st Aug 2013 Forum Posts: 576
No. 7 of 30
Voyage In Crimson - Part 2
Personal Log: On board the U.S.S. Stanza
For every mission to a planet’s surface, I’m chosen Because I’m the only one wearing the expendable hue My shipmates avoid me, my love-life is frozen Mother, incensed, is threatening to sue
Resorting to hiding when away team is called In a head stall, waste shoot, or under a bed “Where the hell is he?” Barked the captain, when departure was stalled Chief replies, “I don’t know maybe already dead.”
Words = 72 Unique Words = 58
Posted: 7th April 2020 9:45pm
Tyrant of Words
Joined 2nd Feb 2017 Forum Posts: 724
NaPo 2020, April 7th
BEFORE MY VERY EYES
Right before my very eyes dictatorship is rising though given all the media lies it’s really not surprising
The televisions that were bought have programmed folk for years and shaping expectations, thoughts they spread unconscious fears
And when the time is really ripe a big event is staged as fear is mushroomed by a hype that taps our inner rage
Before you know it, there we are in lock-down house-arrest as politics resets the bar — oh what a cruel jest
Our basic rights have been removed in which case, never were …! and isolated in our homes the tyrants grin “oh yeah”
But this is standard history, folks with tyranny the norm and whether sleeping, whether woke get ready for the storm.
Posted: 7th April 2020 10:01pm
Joined 24th Mar 2019 Forum Posts: 172
#7 of 30 (omg)
dresses for men
I still dream, though a deceitful mind works threateningly its beads of grimy sweat, stilled in the head on block and shovel, barrow and empty looking to worm sleep out the eyes, entrained among the chains with your name emblazoned , scarred, in a shotgun full of emerald bold glory. . Gore the host, toast the introspective wildly clapping in the front seat at the tale of mermaid men waiting for birth. Whoever has an objective in life whoever's numbskull opposing force could drink to drink, to ogle from the boat. Overblown balloons underneath my breathe. Like the value of my act is measured through their coincidences.
75 unique words of 105 total
Posted: 7th April 2020 10:35pm
Guardian of Shadows
Joined 10th Oct 2009 Forum Posts: 6511
7 of 30. Day 7: 07/04/2020, 22:34 GMT
If only you would listen but you have heard all my words before, at least that's what you believe and no new utterances can shake at the barred portcullis that you have made up of your mind. If only I had the magic to make you feel to send my message hurtling through your walls and tear down the closed fortress but no, I have no magic and you have no castle instead there is concrete and contempt and my fantastical entreaty is nothing but fanciful nonsense to you.
But still I look to reshape the ruins of our relationship and dream of painting new vistas beyond suburbia, even if it is that more than simply time and space separate us. But if only....
Unique words: 78.
Posted: 7th April 2020 10:57pm
Edited: 7th April 2020 11:01pm
Tyrant of Words
Joined 22nd Jan 2017 Forum Posts: 161
But To Dream
of gods and man made simple plans Frau and fro to boast der roost a prick per prod succumb an unclothed rod reeled/real perchance to bid in dew adieu soft winds had flew
soon hardened top tiered, teased and tired steered, roped, fired
taken within the gentle breeze not knowing it's ease
four o'clock heat has held her hand distance disolved
wine sits open chilled . . .
Posted: 7th April 2020 11:30pm
Joined 25th Sep 2019 Forum Posts: 35
7 of 30
Reel of thought..
There are a thousand times a thousand thoughts Many partial whats in the volumes of significant nots Many knots tie those thousands times a thousand of thoughts But not a knot tied by doubt that constrains upon the thought It’s times hesitation by its passing hands of deliberation The amassing sea of sands, setting the scenes tied by inequities hands And now I grasp what ties the knots of many partial whats Unreal or not, I can pry its fingers from the knotted reel of thought..
Posted: 8th April 2020 00:06am
Tyrant of Words
Joined 20th Mar 2015 Forum Posts: 2600
[ NaPo 2020 ] In So Many Words
Ahavati and I hit it off immediately
in plain clothes butterfly fashion during tall grass stakeouts before chasing one another about yards throughout daylight hours, then pausing briefly to drink from driveway puddles
Relationships winged honestly are poem collabs absent ambiguity- you get to the point with words
and we've held none back nor wallowed in sludge of grudge
Sometimes, out of frustration a slow releasing of what is mason jarred in your mind will nudge the Universe into causing a flap-
usually takes a day or two after the cosmic slap for you to get back up to flight speed
She is drawn to boughs of Wisteria
Prone to fits of Impatiens
In so many words
I am slow to leave my chrysalis
My other accounts at DUP are Magnetron , Anarchitect , Psycotic Mastermind , & Mary Walker
Posted: 8th April 2020 00:18am
Joined 11th July 2012 Forum Posts: 1074
Last Flight Out of Saigon
Love doesn’t always have a happy ending Fate seems to have a purpose of its own And when lovers go in their separate directions They carry the fruits of the seeds they’ve sown
Destiny can be cruel for those who found love Then lost it in the middle of a harsh war They carry the fruits of the seeds they’ve sown Not knowing what the future has in store
No matter what route life takes them through They carry the fruits of the seeds they’ve sown Love never dies in the face of circumstances It confronts death in the middle of a warzone.
They carry the fruits of the seeds they’ve sown The heart aches regardless of time or place As the engines begin to accelerate for take off Love will leave you aching for one last embrace
#NaPoWriMo2020 138 words 82 unique
Posted: 8th April 2020 00:22am
Joined 30th Oct 2016 Forum Posts: 193
#07 of 30
Beyond the Dance
Seek a life beyond the dance that span of staid circumstance those tunes clinging to the past embracing moves now long lapsed
classics are spun once again look beyond that tired domain cantos to tradition’s rut now a dirge too many trust
ten thousand steps in unison once thought to be jubilant now a procession without end for the march of the condemned
the dance may still exist harmony instead of the old dread if vitality seeks its own song before the sounding of life's gong.
Posted: 8th April 2020 00:29am
Edited: 8th April 2020 00:29am
Tyrant of Words
Joined 11th Apr 2015 Forum Posts: 5962
[ NapoWriMo 2020 Collection ] Survival
Qinghai,Tibetan Plateau Guliya Ice Cap, 12,979 BC
[ . . . ]
Part 1: Survival
[ . . . ]
vi Hungering, the men quickly assembled a primitive shelter constructed from animal skins and surrounding debri: dead leaves, pine branches and downed tree logs
Its slantback faced woods while open to the forestline fire— yak bones, bract, dried fragments would fuel through cold temperatures
Their butchery now complete— strips of charred, bloody meat were hastily consumed by the trio
Remaining provision packed deep under snow—freezing both content and smell for tomorrow's journey home
Debilitated, the hunters collapsed— rotating watch to observe shadowy form and sound only produced by nightfall
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Words: 89 Unique: 81
Proprio Vos Sanguine Pasco. ( Alternate writings under three additional accounts: Ex-Machina, Agent Starling, TwoSpirit )
Posted: 8th April 2020 00:42am
Fire of Insight
Joined 29th Mar 2017 Forum Posts: 347
7 of 30
I talk a big game about how I’m an adult and married with kids and how I don’t need your approval of my food to know it tastes great.
I bring plate after plate of cakes and cookies and cornbread and biscuits to your kitchen counter in the guise of sharing and because “we don’t need all this in our house!”
But try as I might, I just want to see my daddy close his eyes and smile and then kiss my cheek after I’ve put something in front of him that is “fit to eat!”
The first time I made cinnamon rolls, I was downright nervous to let you try them. You are a self-proclaimed cinnamon roll snob with strong opinions and facial expressions.
I won’t call that first batch a failure - they were my first, after all. But they weren’t up to your standards. I won’t lie and say it didn’t sting, even if I knew they weren’t that great.
“You’ve got the flavor down. Absolutely down. Perfect cinnamon, right amount of brown sugar. They’re just…” You looked at me, my cheeks flushed and I looked down, “dense.”
Each batch since has come closer to being up to snuff and sometimes I wonder if maybe you just want me to keep bringing you cinnamon rolls.
**find what you love and let it kill you.**
Posted: 8th April 2020 1:30am
Joined 27th Nov 2015 Forum Posts: 1028
7 of 30
That’s Just the Way It’s Meant to Be (Quatern)
That’s just the way it’s meant to be, Like subtle flanks of gentle slopes, That twist in curves its filigree, Awaiting poet’s coming lopes.
Like smooth barked birch on twin hills stands, That’s just the way it’s meant to be, That begs the touch of graceful hands To bring to bear its majesty.
A meadow opens easily To show its gentle coursing brook, That's just the way it’s meant to be Those gentle banks that shield the crook.
The mountain splits the valley rills, And drives its spire between the lees Then buried in the valley’s hills, That's just the way it’s meant to be.
62 unique words
Sh*t's Never Finished
Posted: 8th April 2020 2:18am
Edited: 8th April 2020 2:21am
Joined 31st Dec 2015 Forum Posts: 663
vii of xxx
THIS ONE THING
She waits until they’re all asleep To set up in the living room-
The laptop, the good headphones, and The colored purple punch balloon,
And of course a couple boxes Of things that go clankety-clank.
As she practices trading breaths With each deep exhale of the tank,
Her slowed down, fuzzy, deepened voice And newly-liberated pens
Relate to the flies on the wall Her tale, knowing it all makes sense,
But not, with sadness, she has found To each and every trusted one.
Some in their darkness cannot see How scraped and raw and tightly sprung
She is before this ritual, How soft and fresh, composed and free
Her muscles, bones and salvaged mind- Come morning- all will be.
Her whole life she has been prescribed A multitude of magic cures
That may work for most people, true, But only this one thing is hers.
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108 unique words out of 147 total NaPoWriMo 2020
Posted: 8th April 2020 3:16am
Fire of Insight
Joined 8th Jan 2017 Forum Posts: 53
#7 of 30 The Thinking Curse Pain in the mind Is disorienting Not being able to think Not being about to do anything Our minds can be our downfall If we think too much The pain telling us to stop It’s unbearable Yet we do it again Stress ourselves out Cause more pain Because some of us enjoy thinking And being curious About anything and everything But our curiosity comes with a price Days filled with mind numbing pain That we cannot get back We try not to overthink Because we know the consequences But we can’t help it We enjoy using our minds And seeing all possible angles On all possible and impossible subjects We smile when we find someone like us We get to have long in-depth conversations But we pay for it later