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Poetry Contest

Stomp the Prompt!

Hosts: Ahavati & JohnnyBlaze  


This competition is only for registered members of the Official DUP Napo/GloProWriMo 2020 Competition, who will be copy pasting as many of their Prompt inspired poems here.

Hashtag the Prompt Number under your entry. #22 etc.

There are no editing restrictions in this competition - you may edit to your heart's content until May arrives.

Participants, you have until midnight of April 30th in your time zone to get your entries in here!

The Winner of the Trophy will be decided by a panel of Team NaPo 2020 judges who did not participate in this comp.

May the Best Prompt Win!

Those not registered can follow the Official DUP NaPo/GloProWriMo 2020 Competition at this link:



1. Write a poem about being the only "Redshirted" worm crew member on the USS Stanza.


2. A distress video is received from the USS Underground, which is currently being overun with Tribbles! Poem us your plan to safely remove the fuzzy creatures from the ship in order to appease PETA.


3. A research team beams down to an unexplored planet to look for DUG's missing books, but the transporter glitches. Everyone ends up scrambled - having the body parts, features and or sense organs of their comrades!

4. You wake up aboard the USS Stanza to discover you are the only one onboard! Where has everyone gone?

5. A research team member pockets some pretty plant seeds, toying with the idea of growing them onboard the USS Stanza. What could possibly go wrong? Think "Day Of The Triffids". Or "Little Shop Of Horrors"!

6. All the poetry of Earth has been uploaded into an android worm meant to preserve it for thousands of years.
7. The USS Stanza experiences engine-trouble and the crew has to figure out how to reactivate the warp-drive before being assimilated by the Borg.

8. An unemployed intergalactic sous-chef hitches a ride on the USS Stanza after its shuttle breaks down on the way to a job interview.

9. A mysterious mind virus has infected the crew, causing them to write the most obnoxious poetry ever!

10. The USS Stanza is overrun with a gummi like life-form that replicates and begins mimicking any crew members it touches! Think of "The Thing"!

11. An an oppressive race of bird people on a primitive planet eats worms as if they are livestock. Oh! The horror! The highly intelligent worms are kept illiterate in order to prevent them from banding together and revolting.

12. A race of caterpillar people in peace talks with a race of centipede people unfortunately speak different languages! Do you bridge the gap in communication using sign language?

13. DUG risks life ( and limb? ) by entering a wormhole in the name of science! Will DUG return as a Wise Worm in the future? Or a Wise Enheimer in the past? Or will DUG simply be annihilated in the present ...?

14. A space tanker collides with an asteroid - there is a massive spill of liquid laundry detergent! It gets into the USS Stanza, causing it to stall and drift off course towards a neutron star! The crew tries their best to course correct, but they are floating around trapped in soap bubbles! What else could go wrong involving this liquid nightmare? Oh, shit ... the docking bay door was accidentally left open .....

15. Visible from space on various planets are what appear to be enormous 'crop circle' formations. Are these signposts leading to a specific destination? What do you think the symbols are saying to interstellar travellers? Are they poems in an alien language?

16. Pork Pirates have surrounded the Stanza with their intergalactic Winnebagos! The shields won't hold off their 'canon bawls' forever! How to defeat these cloven hooved marauders?!

17. A floating, knowledge eating book-worm named Rachel is so mammoth that her own gravity field has attracted all manner of books from numerous galaxies. Books cover her like forests, mountains ... and mazes! How does one explore the surface to find particular missing books? Do you eat your way through with a 'Reader's Digest" ? Will search teams get sidetracked by soooooo many books that they can't resist sitting down to read with a nice hot cup of tea and a biscuit?

18. Witnessed through starship windows a herd of majestic space whales or other glorious creatures. Or the travesty that is a floating garbage dump and the impact such has on a galaxy. Or both.

19. The ship breaks down and is hauled by a tow pod to the nearest service station on an asteroid in the middle of Knowhere. The fumes of an accidental fuel spill cause everyone to hallucinate and become paranoid! How does one break free from the chemical spell and convince the others they aren't plotting against each other?

20. The ship's computer becomes infected with a Conqueror Worm, an artificially intelligent virus like program bent on ruling the Universe. How can it be defeated? Deletion? Spilling soda on the mainframe?

21. Everyone gets infected with ear worms, causing them to lose their minds to the control of a hive mind alien entity.

22. A rogue wave of electro-magnetic energy wreaks havoc with your brain, causing everyone to write scrambled up poetry. Give us an example!

23. The ship, with flotation devices deployed, crash lands upon the surface of a world covered entirely by water. Describe the civilizations(s) you encounter.

24. What single item do you take with you before beaming down to a potentially dangerous planet?

25. The crew makes the discovery of a book of ancient legends regarding worm like creatures worshipped as gods!

26. Rumor has it that during your mission, the Earth was swallowed up by the Sun, which then exploded! What would you miss most about your home planet ( and solar system )?

27. The spirit of a long dead famous poet seemingly haunts the USS Stanza. Or is it a hologram from the ship's computer on the fritz due to a hardware glitch?

28. The ship makes a pit stop at the oldest library in the Universe. While perusing the most ancients forms of text, you discover poetry written by the first Earthworms predating human cavemen was highly sophisticated.

29. Heavens to Murgatroyd! Rhymulans have boarded the Stanza and are hypnotizing the crew with a monotonous ABAB rhyme scheme!

30. Captured in the tractor beam of The Smorgas Borg and pulled into its Cornucopia, you have been "alliterated".  Write a poem utilizing as much alliteration as possible.

31. Speaking of going where no worm has gone before ..... The septic system on the USS Stanza has malfunctioned!

32. What a nightmare! Clingforms have attached themselves to the USS Stanza and are weighing down its verses!

poet Anonymous

Prompt #1

Star Pirates

I've been writing haikus all day in my head
How all us red shirts wind up dead

Who in stars names do they think we are
Joy riding aboard in a warp speed car

It's the 50th away mission, they'll celebrate
But me and my red shirt, we'll be late  

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Prompt #21

Built To Fall

You speak to me in rumors

Knitting the social mind into the tapestry

Political recourse

Salvaging by way of dismantling society

Constructing the hive mind

To harvest honey lies

Conforming to the way you think

You paint the world with your own eyes

You wrote the signs

And told us what you want us to read into

As we perceive the stars

And filter everything through

The darkness and the light of of you

Inverting the perception

Dense is the darkness

When light is shadow from an overcast view

Fight the perception

When our minds are harvested

To the endorsement of self defeat

Sabotage by way of broken doctrines

Dying in a choir of whispers

The sirens broken song of sweet deceit

Who is my enemy

When voices fuse to speak as if my own

Host to the virus of despair

Hoisted upon ego to echo the worlds throne

Sold out to market ruin and poison air

Sell me the cure for your infection

Profit margins are black as the heart behind it all

Damage control and manipulation

Reconstructing the foundation, built to fall

Working with the gravity

We drop into this atmosphere

Applying the pressure for crash landings

Scheming unity to overthrow God and bow to fear

Self sustaining in the shipwreck

Making an empty promise to reinvent the shore

Lost in the void and dying stranded

Whether a grid lock castaway or adrift in outer space

Do we know our destination or have we been abandoned?

poet Anonymous

Prompt #2

The Cooing Coup

Pain in all the grain
Furry madness must desist
Peanut butter trap

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Day 2: 02/04/2020

Troublesome Tribbles

The trouble with Tribbles
Is that the terrible twos
Tend to transform into terrifying triples
Therein tending to thrive to terrible totals
The task of tackling Tribbles
is in the tracking
and it is a true talent to keep on track
as the teeming threat teem tenfold and beyond.
To stop such tumultuous troupes
Simply temporarily starve the little buggers,
so as to stop a stampede
their threat lies in their tenacity to thrive if fed
so it may seem slightly sadistic
to treat Tribbles so
but better to be bitter and block the butter
than the trial and tribulations of thriving Tribbles!


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Prompt #22

All's Unwell That Ends Unwell

Neurological misfiring of pulverized memory
What is the dream and what is reality
Revert back to a time

I saw demons in the faces
Of everyone that I loved
Trying to discern the difference between
The motive of the heart in everything said
What is delusion and what is the evidence
Something unseen
Am I alive or am I dead?

Memories, farewell down the hallway
Elementary kisses blown
I was safest in the curriculum
There's no place like the books
When everything hits too close to home

Skip and my life flashes behind my eyes
Everything centered around you
When I'm still breathing and you're the one who dies
I swear part of me is passing too

Glitch splices of Saturday morning cartoons
Bacon crackles against combustible oil splatters
The aroma of fried pig fat for breakfast
Our family most honest in our bedroom attire
Bedhead and bad-breath
Newspaper spreads of dad at the kitchen table

Fast forward to Sunday reminiscing
One man's Sunday's best is another man's ass kissing
Like God can't see through the masquerade
To the heart behind our dressed up worship play
And yet no less something honest takes place on such a beautiful day
The way she sang every note and poured out her heart
As mother led and pulled everyone in before the weeks pulled us apart

Broken we are as broken we lead and reconstruct
Fractures in my mind as I revisit a time
Yet all's unwell that ends unwell, nevertheless we survive
Nothing matters when all of it fades into the backdrop of the past
I see everything through widows of the soul, but my eyes are a fragile glass

Shattered into a thousand pieces
When all I can see and can't see is you
I frame your essence in my mind
Though I am blind to heaven's view
Your presence diminished set to a silent cadence
When I feel like I am deaf-tone to the melody of the day
All I can do is marvel at the color of substance-less beauty
When it all fades away

Another time and shadow makes it's way in
Like a crack beneath the doorway of this room
I'm locked up within
Remembering, regret and reminiscent
Everything is romantic in death and everyone is innocent
Jump from highlights to darkness
When I remember the beauty through a filter of scars
Darkness surrounding me as I invert the stars

To tell you the truth too honest is scary
It takes a good tragedy to tell
With high-hopes for heaven in a living hell
Just tell me what's the best way to say farewell
As I look out over a sea of uncertainty and the waves swell
I breathe the free air and yet inside is a prison cell
Wanderlust of imagination
In a mind sick with sorrows is a memory that serves it well

Struggle found us there
When we moved from home to isolation
As every house found us in transition
Shedding the weight of former things
Till we skipped town to surf-side dark ages
And I got lost for the words in the gibberish
When days of night were fragments and torn pages

I left home in search of it
On a voyage to the unknown
Based in the inclination of something I thought I knew
Seeking to establish a life of independence
Even as we stayed in touch, I feel as if I forgot about you...

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Prompt #26

The After-Death

The sun ate the world today

When what we trusted to give us light

Was the apocalypse of everything we loved

Daylight betrays us

And everything is a shadow

When life in the here and now

Is just death waiting to happen

We exist as time bombs

Damaging everyone

Left in the wake of destruction

We are born and we die beyond our control

From womb to graveyard

All that we have is what's in the dash

From first years to last breath

And it all happens so fast

Processed by life, what do we hold onto

There's nothing worth missing

But those that we love of eternal value

Yet all we know is but a season in the vapor

Till we see them again

When we are God's expression of poetry

Speaking beyond just something beautiful on paper

What is amiss when we are lost for someone found

Every loved one an echo

And I can hear them in an everlasting sound

As the waves outlive the blast of the past

The future is set to reunite us in the end

When all is said and done

When love becomes loss

Our hope is to once again see someone

What I miss the most about the end of the world

Is nothing of the world itself

But the spirits behind the beauty

That lives beyond the mortal shell

And what is the fury of a bleakness in the after-death

It is not fire that is the torment of hell

But a separation beyond anxiety

Yet hopelessness beyond a last farewell...

poet Anonymous

Prompt #5


It's my job it's what I do
As the head of botany in the crew
I've got a hunch a nagging gleam
These seeds are just what we need

On the Stanza we've a garden
Granted it's just been started
It's hydroponic that's the way
All set up in the cargo bay

Now they look like a grain
But they're far from plain
From the edge of a field
On Lunareel

Chef and I we're really excited
A base ingredient of all that's provided
We could make cakes and pastry galore
Something sweet for while we soar

I hadn't thought about the soil
Or the risk of turmoil
Our genetic mother in the pot
She's sure taught us quite a lot

That the hanging tendrils of the roots
Would string us up by the boots
Or the heavy dreamy smell
Would send our minds straight to hell

"What if they're not good for us?
What if they're carnivorous?"
An echo left in my mind
Of times now far behind

We've got to tend them we've no choice
Lost our rights and our voice
I thought I'd had a decent case
Now we're a conservatory out in space

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Prompt No. 1

Voyage In Crimson

Personal Log: Education & Assignment

A “C” student at St. Spatium Valebat Preparatory
below average score on the SCAT, Space Cadet Admissions Test
an inauspicious beginning to my space exploration story
It’s not pretty, a lackluster tale my Admiral dad will attest

Waiting over, air with nervous excitement charged
when arrived the letter and package, remittance UFP
“…designated to serve as Security Yeoman At Large…
report to U.S.S. Stanza, level 5, spaceport D”

With gusto I tore at the tape sealing the box
Viewing its contents, breathed heavy sigh
Inside, a red shirt, black pants, and black socks
My dad nearly fainted, my mom starts to cry

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.”

Personal Log: Intervention and Reassignment

Admiral daddy pulled some strings, not exactly in my favor
Summarily demoted to galley steward second class
White cook’s shirt, black and white checked pants, peeler in lieu of phaser
No longer nicknamed “dead man walking” now “lieutenant panzypass”

My ensuing career in the Starfleet was neither stellar nor bold
I spent the days mopping, washing dishes, peeling spuds and cooking
Made a fine hasperat soufflé, when paired with Voodai, I’m told
Bored silly but relieved to shed the red target I’d been wearing

poet Anonymous

Prompt #6

There's A Worm In My Eye

It's got no limbs got no eyes
Overclocked and full of lines
I know they're normally decomposing
But this one is always growing

No one knows where it came from
Kept in secret from all but some
Once requested the very best poem
Most think it doesn't know it

Any word written with intention
Every one has a mention
Most about love and the loss of that
Scrap papers in the corner in a flat

It's been years and it's still compiling
Sorting meticulously through filing
What's the best poem for you
For me I'm claiming forty-two

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#20. The ship's computer becomes infected with a Conqueror Worm, an artificially intelligent virus like program bent on ruling the Universe. How can it be defeated? Deletion? Spilling soda on the mainframe?

Conquering the Conqueror

Engine room to bridge, there's something
weird in the warp drive
The photon field has mis-aligned ever
since that damn worm arrived.

It seems it wants to feed on alliteration alone
send Captain Johnny down here with his dulcet tones.
I'm Johnny B I've come to see and set you free so let this virus feed on me,
keep going, the virus is growing, it'll soon be going.

No more Johnny, the ship wont take it,
the shear size is gonna break it.
Quick cut the cable to the computers core,
capture the Conqueror as it spills to the floor
then send it off to a Rhyme Zone search
Quick Ahavati before the virus goes berserk.

Wait said Johnny, I'm not done yet
I've had an Idea and I'd like to bet
That to shrink this curse,  send it's growth in reverse.
we just need to feed it, DU's free verse.

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Okays, Entrants! You have THREE more days to challenge reigning, two-year consecutive Champion Lord Viddax for the Prompt Comp Crown!

poet Anonymous

Prompt #25

The Poet's Box

Once upon a still night soaring
A fizzling fuzzing sound came roaring
Energized in merely seconds
An oaken chest from the heavens

Buffer checks and scans come clear
It's safe enough for us to near
What could possibly be inside
Curiously up the lid they pried

Placed in tattered and torn cotton
A single book left forgotten
Thick with pages and spindly script
Stories we're not meant to forget

An illustration in dim blues
Graced the page with terrible news
When folk would travel across seas
A lunch for this worm they would be

The crew exchanged some concerns
About the thing they'd just learned
Skipping pages to a new chapter
They erupted in hearty laughter

A party worm who's named Lavern
A patron saint of all taverns
Worshipped across all the lands
From mountain peaks to beachy sands

It was then that they realised
They'd happened across quite a prize
Did anyone check the title page
Mythology of Worms Throughout The Ages

Oh let's keep reading to find out more
To the galley we'll make popcorn
The crew of the Stanza gathered 'round
And sat in a circle on the ground

Upon the next page a heavenly creature
A worm for poetry, rhyme and meter
Burrowed deep in the underground
If you looked for years it'd not be found

Whispered words waft on the wind, on willing wings they will descend. Where newts nuzzle in narrow nooks and water seeps from babbling brooks, a verdant valley vaunted with verse; the cease of time and melodic rhyme. You'll not find perfection no matter your search but an artist's heart will travel the course.

The crew astounded and deeply touched
Realised this journey had taught them much
The poetry worm from ages passed
Had in their hearts been found at last

The powerful words drifted about
And they wondered how they'd done without
But words are ideas and we must be careful
Especially with this cosmic parcel

In agreement for their treasure
They took some extra security measures
After adding a copy to ship's library
The book they placed under lock and key

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Day 28: 28/04/2020

Advance Against Alliteration

Attention all aboard:
Annoying alliteration active!
Adapt appropriately and act with alacrity,
altogether against antagonising alliteration
and alleviate against adversity
adverbs abound, affliction!
Asinine aides accept alliterate annoyances;
admiral abscond alluring adversaries!
Attack and advance again!
Actively annihilate assonance aggressors!
Arms and assault alliterative antagonists!
Attack and alleviate against alliteration;
Anger arises and aggression ascends
avenge against and act as antithesis,
apply action and allay abandonment
assume armed appeal:
annul alliteration aliens!


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Prompt #8

Cosmic Culinary Chaos

The shuttle we found
in meteor field, adrift
inside, showing
no sign of elation,
a perturbed Sous-Chef,
job interview bound,
intended destination,
USS Ezra Pound.

He began to rant
the moment boarded
“What took you so long?”
Is my life not important?
I used to be Head Chef
at Crandooyars
on Bravo Bravo Alpha Seven
Where my Klingon cuisine
was awarded
four grunts and two stars.
Must I now cook
in the kitchen from hell
when I’ve just left heaven?”
All crew members,
with one voice could tell,
this is one rescue
I wish we’d aborted.

In the master galley chaos ensued
When assigned by Chef in Chief
fry Cook Second Class.
Livid, in ships pantry he stewed
refusing to work, just sat on his ass.
When urged, by command to comply,
he tossed food stores in the trash.
A resounding “PISS OFF” his reply.

The galley Sous-Chef,
he relentlessly bullied
claimed his risotto
when the poor man
grilling targ steaks he saw,
he sneaked up behind him
screaming “IT’S RAW!”

The last straw was finally reached
when sadistic interloper yelled,
To whole galley crew,
“YOU’RE WORTHLESS!” he screeched,
to which Chef in Chief replied with a frown.
“I’m the Head Chef on the deck damnit!
I will not be barked orders
by some rude, self-possessed clown!”

The Captain soon intervened.
The bully unfit for galley duty he deemed
I’ll use you for a key, special purpose.
A new rank was given,
“You’re now Ensign Smarty.
It requires you wear this red shirt.
You are to be beamed
to the nearest planet with surface
as the first one-man landing party
Not certain who
commandeered the intercom
but a loud booming voice
punctuated Captain’s orders,

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