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JohnnyBlaze
Tyrant of Words
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EPISODE 10/30

The situation was dire indeed; Smorgus Borgians, always hungry, constantly needed to feed. Everyone on the Stanza risked being processed into faux ham, preserved without expiration dates in cans of SPAM!

And with most precious time now siphoned away, it was getting that much closer to the Month of May. One of many reasons why NaPoWriMo participants had to write Write WRITE! from the crack of dawn and on through the night - because shit happens - it "can" literally "get in the way"!

Before being drawn into the mammoth cube's Cornucopia with not a moment to spare, OrQ suddenly returned with a Tow Pod, pulling the Stanza out of there! As he towed them with hook and chain across space, the final frontier, to the nearest service station asteroid - OrQ apologized for having to disappear.

This was a crisis he hoped to avoid, saying "To my almost godlike brain, the encounter with the Borgian's cube was revealed. So I traveled back in time to save every NaPo participant, Returning and Newb. It was ultimately my fault the Stanza's End Stop was banana peeled ... because I'm the one who firstly stole the Muses and got all of you into this mess. Sorry, guys."

There was moisture and regret in his eyes.
 
However, there was nothing to forgive and it was easy to forget. April was as kind as it was cruel. Live and let live.

Eerie
Dangerous Mind
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10/30

The Every Day: “Pinkwashing”

I don’t know who coined
the term, but it’s dead to
rights about as real as
you can get.

Fuck the pink ribbons.

Corporate thugs making
big bucks off the backs
(or breasts) of women
ravaged by a disease for
which there is no cure.

Pinktober; the month we
celebrate breast cancer
awareness.

CELEBRATE.

But are you
aware?

Aware that 1 in 3 women
with early stage breast
cancer will develop metastatic
cancer? That’s a death
sentence.

1 IN 3.

Society says you need
breasts to be complete; surgeons
tell us the same thing.
It’s unimaginable that she
would choose
to be “incomplete”.

But am I? Incomplete?

Or do I see a bigger picture; one
replete with recurrence,
breast implant illness,
years of pain, multiple surgeries...

...money filling deep pockets.

“Save second base!”

“Save the ta-tas!”

Fuck that.

Let’s focus on saving the
WOMEN!



*NaPoWriMo2020*
81 unique words
145 total words

poet Anonymous

10/30

Conversations Only Just Understood
   
Sit for a minute
revel in the loss
In the tearsoaked mass of raped hymen and hatred
puking the vitriol rammed down your throat
by your mother's slew of lovers
your innocence was plucked
discarded like diseased fruit
crushed beneath the heel of a man
kicking in doors

your soul squeezed
into a jar and buried
amidst the crumbling wreck
walls cracked
the torn asunder

ripped shreds and vestiges of self
so far gone, you changed your name
leaving parts
like severed limbs
trailing behind

here you sit
staring into flaking shards of shattered dreams
they fall
dead leaves
trying for closure
trying to heal

Where his mouth ran
like two slugs with spider's legs

bribes used

whispers stumble on carrion breath
"shhhh don't tell"
"it's our secret"

threats ground out in a throated growl through clenched teeth

"I'll get your sister next"

"they'll come and take you away"

to silence your voice
turn you into a mute comedy
a mime on barbwire puppet strings........


I would wake you some mornings
the stench of alcohol
ragged on your poison-soaked breath

you would whisper
blank-eyed
crushing air from my lungs
"It'll be alright
Mommy is going to make it all
all'ight"

"go play
Mummy needs to sleep"

and now.......
now I understand

Razzerleaf
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 26awards
Joined 15th Sep 2019
Forum Posts: 487

10/30

Riot shields and coal fields

The banging was supposed to be intimidating,
but it had become as familiar as the ice cream van,
we were never a match though,
half the old boys coughed black lumps
and could only charge at a brisk pace.

There was enough partial demolition
for the youth to make it rain house bricks,
washing away the stain of social housing
down the kicked open doors of outside toilets.

They advanced with Roman tactics
and tear gas,
taking the fight down ginnels
and over back yard gates.
Coal dust, swept away with water cannons,
selling England for a pound.

Tallen
earth_empath
Tyrant of Words
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Forum Posts: 2264

(ten of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020)
Eggs in moonshine

i’m pretty certain
it’s only a dream
solely a scene
wholly a mean
to an end
hopefully not
mine,
however, if so,
it’s liberty
for me.

Am I living a life
that is mine
or an illusion
lorded over me
a municipal
guise just to
keep me in
line?

Crack more
cracked up
& beat me
into a silly
concoction
pepper me
to sleep
so i might
wake
baked.


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#NaPoWriMo2020
69 words  
53 unique

Kinkpoet
Tyrant of Words
United States 11awards
Joined 9th May 2019
Forum Posts: 1030

# 10
Mental Time Machine

can we coexist with our
past and future
selves?

if i kill my past
what effect does it have
on my future?

what effect does it have
on the present?

is the present dependent on
the past?

is the future dependent
on what i decide
right now?

or do they function
independently
parallel paths that never meet?

does the future
determine the past

does the present determine
the future?

looking back can i foresee
the future?

looking forward can i alter
the past?

does the present exist
sandwiched

like salami and provolone
between sliced whole wheat

between what has been and
what is yet to be?

is memory perfect
or does it degrade over time

like small errors in DNA
evolving and mutating?

if only the present exists

why do we invest
so much of our prescience
in what is done and
what may never be?

Summerrain75
Dangerous Mind
Philippines 10awards
Joined 6th Jan 2019
Forum Posts: 336

#10 of 30

Covid 19: Cancelled  Plans

Yesterday,  my son and I have a scheduled flight that was cancelled due to Covid 19 lockdown
We were  supposed  to be back in the city after letting him spend a brief vacation in the countryside as it is Summer already
Classes are over and schools are closed
We had planned of going to visit my brothers in Davao City next week to attend my nephew's wedding
We were ready for the trip and my son was excited to see his cousins
Our tickets were booked since February
And I had my dress made for the wedding
It is an occasion I looked forward to and don't want to miss
An opportunity to spend with all my brothers I do not get to see often
But all those plans are cancelled now
Tickets were refunded and put to travel fund
We are stucked in the countryside for now
With no certain duration as to how long this community quarantine will last and be lifted
The only consolation we have is that our province is still Covid 19 free
And things are still going in a normal pace with the exception of curfew imposed at night time
It's the tenth day of Napowrimo and I'm running out of fuel to keep me in the race
I don't find enough inspiration
I wonder if my writings can be considered  poetry
For now I just focus on spilling my thoughts and stick to the rules to stay in Napo

Layla
Fire of Insight
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Joined 3rd May 2018
Forum Posts: 1216

10/30
Dear B,

You would not believe
the purple flowers blooming wildly
on Jacaranda trees.  Petals covering
the grounds like rugs in Persepolis.  
Watercolors of annuals, perennials
inaugurating rains of spring.
If I sent you pictures
it wouldn’t do justice
neither do my eyes seeing
without your sight like silver coins
sparkling on the shores of Cannon Beach.

I have watched the moon’s
twelve phases from my room
and rivers of sky between us.
Wondering where you are
if you are watching the same stars.  
Do we taste grief alike?  
I make an offering in the dark, to gods of
stones carved in salt.  In their silence
wings grow to taste your mouth, words
orphaned in the winds but somehow I find
you within reach…in my heart.

Tolstoy wrote in his stories:
Life is a long chapter of misunderstandings
in increments of tragedy, but
there is always beauty in sufferings
the agony of love…apart.

LunaGreyhawk
Dangerous Mind
United States 17awards
Joined 8th July 2019
Forum Posts: 864

10/30

Full Bohemian and a Yard Full Of Dogs

I want to grow old
in a cottage made of stone,
far away from the troubles
of unkempt connections
and social faux pas,
near a lazily flowing creek
that taps it’s wand on the rocks,
conducting a soft and sweet melody;
the mornings will arrive slowly,
sunshine caressing my skin
with its warm, strong hands

I want to sing loudly
silly, made-up songs
competing with the birds
from the painted metal sink
in my clapboard kitchen,
a kaleidoscope of tapestry rugs
and tiny, Swiss dot curtains
dancing on the the breeze;
I will make too-strong coffee
on the temperamental old stove,
growing herbs in my windows
creating old-earth magic
at my worn wood counters

I will plot out my days
consulting my most trusted advisors,
the kinds of souls with four legs
and knowing eyes that tell stories;
they very well may be revered
as man’s best friend,
but a woman has never known
a more loyal companion,
and never a better keeper
of her secrets;
and so I shall rescue
a yard full of dogs
that transform into a bed full
as we sleep soundly
and dream of chasing rabbits
we never intend to catch

I will waste away the afternoons
in a decadent red velvet chair,
filling volume after volume
with the hedonistic thoughts
of my fleeting youth;
I will fondly recall the days
when I was the star of my own tales,
weighing all the wrong I committed
against all the right I achieved,
finding balance in the mix

I will welcome the lines that map
the landscape of my face
and redefine my knowledge
of what is beautiful,
with silver hair flowing
down my back
ancient denim overalls
stained with paint
from a thousand projects
I may or may not have finished,
my bare feet kissing the floor
with every step

Unique Word Count: 200

Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Fire of Insight
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Joined 18th Sep 2018
Forum Posts: 274

10/30

Sleepless Nights in The Devil’s Playground
The 4 Horseman

Part 4
The Pale Horse:

His mantle of limbo souls enflame
His unyielding edifice of bones
He rides the spirit realm in Hades name
Reaping fresh new souls to their eternal homes

His eye sockets are wide and empty
Brimming full with an unrestful blaze
His sheep for his farm are plenty
The immortal harbinger until the end of days

His face is saturated with death
A voided portal no mortal has ever seen
Fireflies caught in a jar reenact our last breath
The horse he rides is sickly green

The scythe he wields is corrupt and wicked
Disembodying the animated from their host
A conductor for their final ticket
An affirmation of an abominated ghost


JohnnyBlaze
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 20th Mar 2015
Forum Posts: 5572

10/30

[ NaPo 2020 ] In So Many Words

X.

Daylight at the end of the Labyrinth  
continues to grow

We're getting there slow, but sure

thanks to her

I am not as impatient as I use to be
largely due to the company I keep

A tight leash on the frenzied
results-oriented-beast-within
is what it takes, for Change Wanted
can't manifest when focus is constant
on what you Want Changed

And Life is only about survival
if you swallow the hooked notion
line, lure, and sinker that living
necessitates coping;

we are only bound to repeat history
and past behavior when the roping
is reinforced

Ahavati taught me by example
letting go was living in the moment
living in the moment was forgiveness
and forgiveness was letting go

Three things being one and the same

made possible by my love

In so many words

she was the road not taken
and I had miles to go in her shoes
before I could sleep peacefully



Viddax
Lord Viddax
Guardian of Shadows
United Kingdom 31awards
Joined 10th Oct 2009
Forum Posts: 6672

10 of 30.
Day 10: 10/04/2020, 17:30 GMT


Introvert's Paradise


They say we cannot go out
and that all the shops are shut
except the supermarkets and ones for groceries.

Frankly,
as an introvert and house-cat and gamer and hermit,
nothing much has changed;
I still have other worlds to escape to for freedom
and plenty of books to fall into
if the power ever does go out.
Seems that there may have been some value all along
in never quite being able to jump on and ride the world;
as plenty of people now have to walk.

Its easy to smell the roses if the road ahead is closed;
and lucky old England has plenty of gardens.


Unique words: 108

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
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Forum Posts: 2047


10 of 30

Come all ye Pimps Preachers and Punk Rock bands

Play it now
Please rage guitar
Both in the temple
And in the bar

Of pimps and preachers
I say this
Both handle pricks
When taking a piss

Both profit of souls
molested by spoken tongue
And when perverted
Have turned to the gun

When turning out meets complacency
Both gather in cheap motel
Flashing neon no-vacancy

Both nurture the harlots image
raising her worth in gold
reddening her lip
until her path is sold

Today I come to you
on bended knee
I need your rage guitar
to set me free

Josh
Joshua Bond
Tyrant of Words
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Forum Posts: 1688

NaPo 2020, April 10th

10/30


TIME-ZONE

Time is moving at a faster pace
in a rattle-bag of ways
with changes in the river flow
and years compressed to days

Time is moving in a larger space
as global moves cohere
which surface feelings deep within —
we have to face our fear

Time moves on for the human race
with oceans heaving soul
as land is occupied by force
and claims the love of gold

Time is nosing in our face
with history speeding round,
enormous changes trouble me ...
I seek the faithful ground

Time is offering hidden grace
and proffers conscious rise
the road is narrow, rocky too
but lies before my eyes

Time moves on a faster pace,
is marking evolution,
a chance to re-assess our lives
and move beyond confusion.

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