Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020 Competition
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JohnnyBlaze
Forum Posts: 5572
Tyrant of Words
23
Joined 20th Mar 2015Forum Posts: 5572
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
Forum Posts: 889
Dangerous Mind
14
Joined 29th July 2018Forum Posts: 889
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
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
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
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
Forum Posts: 487
Fire of Insight
26
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.
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
Forum Posts: 2264
earth_empath
Tyrant of Words
32
Joined 15th Oct 2018Forum 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.
_____________
#NaPoWriMo2020
69 words
53 unique
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.
_____________
#NaPoWriMo2020
69 words
53 unique
Kinkpoet
Forum Posts: 1030
Tyrant of Words
11
Joined 9th May 2019Forum 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?
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
Forum Posts: 336
Dangerous Mind
10
Joined 6th Jan 2019Forum 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
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
Forum Posts: 1216
Fire of Insight
7
Joined 3rd May 2018Forum 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.
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.
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
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
Forum Posts: 274
Joe-D
Fire of Insight
13
Joined 18th Sep 2018Forum 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
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
Forum Posts: 5572
Tyrant of Words
23
Joined 20th Mar 2015Forum 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
[ 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
Forum Posts: 6672
Lord Viddax
Guardian of Shadows
31
Joined 10th Oct 2009Forum 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
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
Forum Posts: 2047
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
28
Joined 22nd June 2015Forum 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
Forum Posts: 1688
Joshua Bond
Tyrant of Words
40
Joined 2nd Feb 2017Forum 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.
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.