Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020 Competition
9/30
The Every Day: Epoch
Slipping beneath the tide; fetal
posture, lungs sunken sulfide.
Fingers stretch murky webs, feeling
for life beyond these threads.
And lo your hands did grasp; tendrils
of life breathe deep and I gasp.
Cradled in your relief, I am afforded a
place to heave the weight of my grief.
Peeled back from the darkness; sunlight
poured from your well of catharsis.
Your words, an elixir; sweet balm to
soothe my every fearful whisper.
We are kindred spirits; born of a
great life-altering interference.
Sisters of calamity, bound by the
filament of our greatest malady.
*NaPoWriMo2020*
66 unique words
95 total words
The Every Day: Epoch
Slipping beneath the tide; fetal
posture, lungs sunken sulfide.
Fingers stretch murky webs, feeling
for life beyond these threads.
And lo your hands did grasp; tendrils
of life breathe deep and I gasp.
Cradled in your relief, I am afforded a
place to heave the weight of my grief.
Peeled back from the darkness; sunlight
poured from your well of catharsis.
Your words, an elixir; sweet balm to
soothe my every fearful whisper.
We are kindred spirits; born of a
great life-altering interference.
Sisters of calamity, bound by the
filament of our greatest malady.
*NaPoWriMo2020*
66 unique words
95 total words
#9 of 30
Ocean Child
A novice life I live onshore,
To do what a landlubber did.
To not tell what I was before
As I hide a taste for raw squid.
Design my own cloth of seagrass
With coral and pearls I collect.
I never once mention my past,
Or let show my fins to suspect.
Extending my silvery reach
I take in the sea breezes’ rush,
Becoming a new memory
Inclining my head in a hush.
As I close my eyes and pretend
The feeling of feet on land’s end.
9 of 30
A Flat Denial
(c) Sweet Oblivion 9.4.20
My eyes are flat, and dead, and dull;
I've had enough: I shall not mull
Fascinating things you show, so
That amorous interests grow;
You'd like these dun pupils to shine
With meaningful ideas, designed
To demonstrate how I respect
Strength, power and force; but, I collect
Rough reservations round love's case,
Flipping assumptions, so no trace
Survives to spew in deafened ears,
Filled by your bluster and fresh fears
To cloud judgement. Yet, now you've fled,
My eyes stay flat, and dull, and dead.
70 unique words
85 words
A Flat Denial
(c) Sweet Oblivion 9.4.20
My eyes are flat, and dead, and dull;
I've had enough: I shall not mull
Fascinating things you show, so
That amorous interests grow;
You'd like these dun pupils to shine
With meaningful ideas, designed
To demonstrate how I respect
Strength, power and force; but, I collect
Rough reservations round love's case,
Flipping assumptions, so no trace
Survives to spew in deafened ears,
Filled by your bluster and fresh fears
To cloud judgement. Yet, now you've fled,
My eyes stay flat, and dull, and dead.
70 unique words
85 words
9 of 30
Along a road
Along a road of history
Overgrown reclaimed homes
Now lay as tombs of strewn stones
The browns and greys
The creams and breaking greens
Line the flanks of these hard tilled tracts of land
Where not much stands before the weather
Exposed of upon these moors of heather
Lone trees, the last of remaining legacies
A sentiment in the absence of heirs
Whistle in the wind, a groaning grief
Raised from the fingers of their gristled limbs
To fill peat leached loachans' in a still of murky tears
Along a road
Along a road of history
Overgrown reclaimed homes
Now lay as tombs of strewn stones
The browns and greys
The creams and breaking greens
Line the flanks of these hard tilled tracts of land
Where not much stands before the weather
Exposed of upon these moors of heather
Lone trees, the last of remaining legacies
A sentiment in the absence of heirs
Whistle in the wind, a groaning grief
Raised from the fingers of their gristled limbs
To fill peat leached loachans' in a still of murky tears
NaPo 2020, April 9th
9/30
COLLECTIVE RESULT
In the slow embrace
of a recalcitrant dawn
with stretched yawning sighs,
I put my pampered pen to paper
tracing symbols, interpreted
as capital letters of a language
much ignored by the universe at large,
for with subject-verb-object
at its fundamental root
pumping the lie of control
and ‘othering’ difference,
it distances me from the world
when I am in truth
one of its intricate emergent parts,
but occasionally caught off-guard
pretend to be a detached observer,
which combined with other lookers-on
leads to a tragic and inevitable collective result
in relation to Nature — murder.
9/30
COLLECTIVE RESULT
In the slow embrace
of a recalcitrant dawn
with stretched yawning sighs,
I put my pampered pen to paper
tracing symbols, interpreted
as capital letters of a language
much ignored by the universe at large,
for with subject-verb-object
at its fundamental root
pumping the lie of control
and ‘othering’ difference,
it distances me from the world
when I am in truth
one of its intricate emergent parts,
but occasionally caught off-guard
pretend to be a detached observer,
which combined with other lookers-on
leads to a tragic and inevitable collective result
in relation to Nature — murder.
ix of xxx
THE BRAVE LITTLE SHEPHERD
As the hungry wolf crept toward the sheep’s pen,
It was stopped in its tracks by a dog whistle.
A boy with a long red tie had entered,
Waving at it. “My what small hands you have,”
The wolf snarled, and the shepherd understood
(For shepherds must know the ways of the wolf).
“Sheep taste lovely, it’s true,” nodded the boy,
“But if you attack, I’ll sound the alarm,
And there will be a hunt for you, my friend.”
The wolf listened. “However,” the boy said,
“I can show you the path to a buffet
Of helpless meals- which you may eat at will,
For they know not to fear your kind, unkind
Though it may be.” He proceeded to tell
The wolf about the retirement village
Just up the cobble road. The wolf listened
And turned that way, and the boy was happy,
Knowing he had saved the sheep, and thus his
Livelihood. He would be hailed a hero.
+ + +
103 unique words
out of 160 total
NaPoWriMo 2020
THE BRAVE LITTLE SHEPHERD
As the hungry wolf crept toward the sheep’s pen,
It was stopped in its tracks by a dog whistle.
A boy with a long red tie had entered,
Waving at it. “My what small hands you have,”
The wolf snarled, and the shepherd understood
(For shepherds must know the ways of the wolf).
“Sheep taste lovely, it’s true,” nodded the boy,
“But if you attack, I’ll sound the alarm,
And there will be a hunt for you, my friend.”
The wolf listened. “However,” the boy said,
“I can show you the path to a buffet
Of helpless meals- which you may eat at will,
For they know not to fear your kind, unkind
Though it may be.” He proceeded to tell
The wolf about the retirement village
Just up the cobble road. The wolf listened
And turned that way, and the boy was happy,
Knowing he had saved the sheep, and thus his
Livelihood. He would be hailed a hero.
+ + +
103 unique words
out of 160 total
NaPoWriMo 2020
9/30
The Bottle Dance
I remember early in the season
Sitting in the stadium with my friends
And as the closer approached
I don’t know who was louder
The corps or us screaming in the stands
The local show was a couple of days
Before my high school graduation
Then I recognized the songs
And finally made the connection
My dad used to walk around the house
Singing “If I were a rich man”
Young me didn’t understand the theme
Until SCV made me a bigger fan
So I delved more into the play
The music, the Tradition and the dance
Then I knew we had more in common
And fell in love with this performance
A year later as he was fixing my car
I was in a hurry to make the local show
He cut himself pretty bad but that was dad
He was tough but knew I had to go
I woke up this morning thinking of him
Today he would have been sixty-eight
Now the music has even more meaning
As his voice singing now reverberates
That and he loved to dance
#NaPoWriMo2020
182 words
110 unique
The Bottle Dance
I remember early in the season
Sitting in the stadium with my friends
And as the closer approached
I don’t know who was louder
The corps or us screaming in the stands
The local show was a couple of days
Before my high school graduation
Then I recognized the songs
And finally made the connection
My dad used to walk around the house
Singing “If I were a rich man”
Young me didn’t understand the theme
Until SCV made me a bigger fan
So I delved more into the play
The music, the Tradition and the dance
Then I knew we had more in common
And fell in love with this performance
A year later as he was fixing my car
I was in a hurry to make the local show
He cut himself pretty bad but that was dad
He was tough but knew I had to go
I woke up this morning thinking of him
Today he would have been sixty-eight
Now the music has even more meaning
As his voice singing now reverberates
That and he loved to dance
#NaPoWriMo2020
182 words
110 unique
9/30
May One Shine
night withers to her pull
pink panther upon the prowl
alone the wolf
transversed in a hearse drawn howl
a wilderness of one
relegated and isolated
a biting bohemoth
born to run
in the distance,
war torn eyes witness
shimmers seducing from her grace
across an open gate
swung out
she glowing as he awaits
ne'r to bend
her very graze,
hyphenated
an empty haze
awoken
stare not stolen from her face
titillating
and taken aback
a second
and a third,
time
to rewind
if only I was a bird
and could peck out those eyes
flapping my golden wings
nesting near your threaded roost
touching cheek to cheek
but be forewarned
of that and this
the wild wild wind
and the hail
leading the call of the lord
where lovers
leap
and keep
quarters close
sink not into the valley of the night
nor play within the thorns
bleeding out in the thickets
rise up when he rises
shine down when he shines
release now
all the flowers from their bed
May One Shine
night withers to her pull
pink panther upon the prowl
alone the wolf
transversed in a hearse drawn howl
a wilderness of one
relegated and isolated
a biting bohemoth
born to run
in the distance,
war torn eyes witness
shimmers seducing from her grace
across an open gate
swung out
she glowing as he awaits
ne'r to bend
her very graze,
hyphenated
an empty haze
awoken
stare not stolen from her face
titillating
and taken aback
a second
and a third,
time
to rewind
if only I was a bird
and could peck out those eyes
flapping my golden wings
nesting near your threaded roost
touching cheek to cheek
but be forewarned
of that and this
the wild wild wind
and the hail
leading the call of the lord
where lovers
leap
and keep
quarters close
sink not into the valley of the night
nor play within the thorns
bleeding out in the thickets
rise up when he rises
shine down when he shines
release now
all the flowers from their bed
#9 of 30
I'm not Burning Down
I'm not Burning Down....
so
Stop fretting over me
you've got bigger fish
like the whole of April
to fry yourself on!
always seem like
I'm flaming out
truly I'm not
but I don't
expect that
you'll understand...
Still you surprise me
Reflecting what you see
My words too gamy
Don't fear me
I don't blame you
I do not want to tame
or suppress your
inner flame
Don't let my
blazing
weather storm heart
tear you apart
or blow you
away
I'm not Burning Down
I'm not Burning Down....
so
Stop fretting over me
you've got bigger fish
like the whole of April
to fry yourself on!
always seem like
I'm flaming out
truly I'm not
but I don't
expect that
you'll understand...
Still you surprise me
Reflecting what you see
My words too gamy
Don't fear me
I don't blame you
I do not want to tame
or suppress your
inner flame
Don't let my
blazing
weather storm heart
tear you apart
or blow you
away
#9 of 30
Distraction
I need a distraction
Distraction from the world
The world and all it’s chaos
Chaos brought on by the unknown
The unknown is terrifying
Terrifying yet necessary right now
Right now we need a reset
A reset for our planet
Our planet was collapsing because of us
Because of us so much has died
Died when we could have prevented
Prevented all of it if we cared
Cared enough about others
Others who live and grow here
Here is not just a home for humanity
Humanity has to coexist with so much more
More species that are more deserving
Deserving of this place
Distraction
I need a distraction
Distraction from the world
The world and all it’s chaos
Chaos brought on by the unknown
The unknown is terrifying
Terrifying yet necessary right now
Right now we need a reset
A reset for our planet
Our planet was collapsing because of us
Because of us so much has died
Died when we could have prevented
Prevented all of it if we cared
Cared enough about others
Others who live and grow here
Here is not just a home for humanity
Humanity has to coexist with so much more
More species that are more deserving
Deserving of this place
9 of 30.
Day 9: 09/04/2020, 23:38 GMT
But is it Art?
Throw enough paint at a wall
and some of it will stick
to make amongst the dribbling colours
maybe even a masterpiece;
though that might just be
a load of pollocks.
Try doing it words
and sometimes a similar thing may happen
where you might feel dissatisfied with the results
you only really know
the artistic value
when someone decides to speak
from the heart
though that may be leave a burn within you that is difficult to digest.
Unique words: 59.
Day 9: 09/04/2020, 23:38 GMT
But is it Art?
Throw enough paint at a wall
and some of it will stick
to make amongst the dribbling colours
maybe even a masterpiece;
though that might just be
a load of pollocks.
Try doing it words
and sometimes a similar thing may happen
where you might feel dissatisfied with the results
you only really know
the artistic value
when someone decides to speak
from the heart
though that may be leave a burn within you that is difficult to digest.
Unique words: 59.
#09 of 30
Same is Best
Perhaps the same is for the best
connections made in relevance
when similarities move the heart
and cause coyness to depart
some would ask why this is
that sapphic thoughts lead to bliss
their derision matters not
when two souls are resolved
finding pleasure across the board
from conversation to intercourse
above all else love is found
it’s to this feeling each is bound
the queer approach is not for all
some are cursed to hetero
revel is the same is best
be the flavor east or west.
Same is Best
Perhaps the same is for the best
connections made in relevance
when similarities move the heart
and cause coyness to depart
some would ask why this is
that sapphic thoughts lead to bliss
their derision matters not
when two souls are resolved
finding pleasure across the board
from conversation to intercourse
above all else love is found
it’s to this feeling each is bound
the queer approach is not for all
some are cursed to hetero
revel is the same is best
be the flavor east or west.
9/30
The Fairy’s Thoughts
“Was it hard?” I asked
She looked at me with glassy eyes, and told me stories of her time with him, and others.
“Emotional anchors.. they work for a while.”
I nodded.
“Those ties between feelings and memories are powerful” she reassured me.
“I’d like to think I was that person to somebody. An anchor for them to clench when life takes an unpredicented nosedive..”
I smiled.
“But in that same way, I wonder if they see the powder on their fingertips, from where they touched my wings.”
I blinked. She smiled.
“Because what good are wings to a butterfly, if she cannot reach the sky?”
I took a breath, and waited.
“You need color to fly.” And she turned to the window.
“So to answer your question.. Letting go was hard, but being transparent is harder.”
The Fairy’s Thoughts
“Was it hard?” I asked
She looked at me with glassy eyes, and told me stories of her time with him, and others.
“Emotional anchors.. they work for a while.”
I nodded.
“Those ties between feelings and memories are powerful” she reassured me.
“I’d like to think I was that person to somebody. An anchor for them to clench when life takes an unpredicented nosedive..”
I smiled.
“But in that same way, I wonder if they see the powder on their fingertips, from where they touched my wings.”
I blinked. She smiled.
“Because what good are wings to a butterfly, if she cannot reach the sky?”
I took a breath, and waited.
“You need color to fly.” And she turned to the window.
“So to answer your question.. Letting go was hard, but being transparent is harder.”
#10 Of 30
Cause And Effect
Breathe
It’s all that’s required
Calm the mind right down
Attend to those thoughts of tranquility
Deep within lies
A highly functioning world
Not always clear skies
Interrupted by mental storms
Cause and effect in reality
Reminds how fragile
The human condition really is
When put under stress
Release pressures
Slowly gaining complete control
Senses recovering from darkness
Back into sharp focus
Total Words: 62
Unique Words: 61
Cause And Effect
Breathe
It’s all that’s required
Calm the mind right down
Attend to those thoughts of tranquility
Deep within lies
A highly functioning world
Not always clear skies
Interrupted by mental storms
Cause and effect in reality
Reminds how fragile
The human condition really is
When put under stress
Release pressures
Slowly gaining complete control
Senses recovering from darkness
Back into sharp focus
Total Words: 62
Unique Words: 61
9 of 30
Enduring
In during
Feeling shudders of unrest
I reach for home
And in the great following
Where my soul drags curled tiptoe
Longing for terra firma
My heart turns to my mothers breast for comfort
There I learn grateful enduring
And pain becomes a place ....
of worthwhile suffering
A place where the light of God
Fills dark and damaged spaces
His mercy
At night, after a prayer whispered
Asking for sweet sleep
Comes like my Mother's voice
Soft and filled with grace
Enduring
In during
Feeling shudders of unrest
I reach for home
And in the great following
Where my soul drags curled tiptoe
Longing for terra firma
My heart turns to my mothers breast for comfort
There I learn grateful enduring
And pain becomes a place ....
of worthwhile suffering
A place where the light of God
Fills dark and damaged spaces
His mercy
At night, after a prayer whispered
Asking for sweet sleep
Comes like my Mother's voice
Soft and filled with grace
