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OFFICIAL DUP Glo/NaPoWriMo 2021 Competition

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silent_sound
Twisted Dreamer
United States 1awards
Joined 21st May 2020
Forum Posts: 49

8/30

..walk beside..

it's the way you follow me into a room
or no matter where i am
you find me to say hello or just to hang by my feet
you wait patiently
while i am gone
and think almost about nothing else till i return
our distance apart is pure heart break and longing
for your pure innocent and aching heart
you love unconditionally in a way i have never known

they call you a dog but you're so much more to me

62 UWC

Josh
Joshua Bond
Tyrant of Words
Palestine 40awards
Joined 2nd Feb 2017
Forum Posts: 1688

9/30


FIRST SANCTUARY

I dropped into my sanctuary of strange dreams
journeying across a landscape where black light
heated the atmosphere, offered the right
to question holy cows from where it seems
bureaucratically zipped files print out reams
of red tape, tangling surfers of the night
in long queues, waiting at last to catch sight
of the one who can cut, unravel the seams

The particular flower on which I trod
looked up after my passing, forgiving
a clumsy human looking back askance
and points me North to the ancient od,
permeating Nature’s substance of living,
looked down on by science’s arrogance.


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

9/30

Washed out Wednesday

I’m not listening to the radio
it’s just filling the blank space
between lemon walls,
I want to feel depressed,
my thoughts fall on the windowpane,
the sound of a gentle rain on the sky-light
reminds me of cooped up caravans
playing cards till my hands ache.

I watch the garden move, the cacophony
of a down pour comes in like galloping horses,
thundering over hedges,
riders thrown by buffeting winds,
hidden birds dart for cover
flashes of brown and buckled wings.

The click of the kettle
brings me back inside to towel down.
I blow and sip a piping hot brew
as the soft sofa absorbs my emotion
with odors of hot buttered toast.
I feel my ghosts leave a little
as they tune in to the here and now,
Katrina and the waves make me
shuffle my feet,
people outside in the street
are laughing and I notice
the rain has stopped.

JohnnyBlaze
Tyrant of Words
United States 23awards
Joined 20th Mar 2015
Forum Posts: 5572

9/30

Who let The Prophet out? THE OCEAN LAUGHS ALWAYS WITH THE INNOCENT

A day may come when your poetic
impact upon this world is washed away
in manner similar to printings on a beach
scooped up and carried off by tidal hands
for the scattering beyond shoreline's reach

Will you resent this?

Even after your body
is reclaimed by the Earth?

Or would you laugh along with it?

Know that dispersals and gatherings
around yourself of personal
realities, the Universe does not judge!

So, for the time being
to each his or her own;
laugh, rejoice, and commence
with kicking the ever loving shit
out of your sand castled creation
while you can

and while you can have fun




JohnnyBlaze
Tyrant of Words
United States 23awards
Joined 20th Mar 2015
Forum Posts: 5572


EPISODE 9/30

It was not looking good for the Fellowship.

As Mudbug Castle was about to be assaulted by thousands of Porks armed to the teeth with spikes and sporks, Ganjosh and the others languished in a cell that was fabricated from bones and guarded by obnoxious Gobnoblins . . .

. . . except for PRadriel, who was so light on her bare feet that she never fell into Salamandar's trap! As she searched the Tower of ThincTanc for the skeleton key, she listened to the Gobnoblins below ceaselessly taunting the Dwarves with ABAB rhymes.

Your mother sports a lengthy beard
tangling up her feet as she walks
And your twin sister looks just as weird
with mouthfuls of hair when she talks!

Bwahahahaha!


It was a mind numbing preview of what was to become of Muddle Earth again if MOAR!ON was to reacquire The One Poem ™.

Zazzles and marina2020 played Go Fish with a deck of Beastiary cards they pilfered from Ahavarwen's travel bag. Brokenpoet2020 and Fiftysevenhours braided each others' beards.

"My poor babies," Eerowyn said as she agonized over not knowing what became of the Donkeys tied up to the railing outside. "If any harm comes to them, there will be hell to pay!"

Every Elf smells like a fisherman's warf
because of their poor hygiene habits
And when riding an elevator with a stinky Dwarf
you'd think it was a hutch of Rabbits!

Lololol!


"Make it stop!" cried Gimlyroo as he banged his head against the skeletal bars. Ganjosh wished he could, but the Gray Lizard was powerless without his staff.

There once was a couple of Earthwyrms
who hailed from Wyrmington Heights


"Don't you even think about it, Jerkweeds!" Rosie Grace yelled with a fist outstretched through the bars.

When in defeat, they finally returned
to find that all of their homes were burned


"Don't encourage them, Rosie!" said Satin Gamjeez. "They're just trolling us for a reaction."

and the Wyrms were eaten by . . . Wights . . .

. . . oh, shit.


From the doorway, Salamandar glared. He then fired a lightning bolt from his magic staff that reduced the singing Gobnoblins into a pile of charred gristle.

"No limericks allowed!" he huffed. "We serve the master of The One Poem ™ now!"

While more Gobnoblin guards reported to the dungeon and swept up the smoldering remains with a broom, PRadriel quietly entered without making a sound. She quickly unlocked the bone cell with the skeleton key and said, "Walk this way."

And all the Dwarves pretended they were graceful like Elves as they mimicked PRadriel down the corridor. Along the way, they gathered up their personal affects and were back in business.

That's when the entire cavern began to rumble with a deafening growl.

Listening intently, Lunalass's eyes grew wide with terror. "Fly!" she shouted. "There's a Wallyrog behind us!"

And instead of venturing back to the surface and the tower, they fled deeper into the bowels of Muddle Earth.


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Damon
Dangerous Mind
United States 12awards
Joined 11th Aug 2016
Forum Posts: 251

9/30

Golden Child

Wonder what's seen when all eyez are on me
Do they see me for me; a pure bred pedigree
There's only one me, making me a one of one
No other's like me up under the golden Sun

The title pun is intended; admittedly it's true
I'm kissed by the Sun so I've got a darker hue
Does that make you view me any differently?
Is your view skewed and only can see racially?

Taught to see everything in black & white?
If that's true it's time for you to see the light
Cause the colors are bright and diversified
Whoever told you otherwise told you a lie

I, I, I want the knife pleassssssse
So we can finally live harmoniously
Maybe that'll be in an alternate reality
For now it seems to be just a fantasy

AspergerPoet56
Tyrant of Words
Scotland 30awards
Joined 4th Dec 2018
Forum Posts: 1853

#9 of 30

Unprotected



Time fractures
Seconds slipping away
Tic toc
Lives gone
All kinds of people

Nature's balance
In full view
She's throwing the switch
Begining nightmares
It's not funny

There's no protection
At a genetic level
Us mutants don't belong
Take care
Bleeding forms scabs

Beaten generations
Still survive
Like coffee stains
On old worn carpets
Salvation forgotten

Unique word count 56
Total word count 56



Ahavati
Tyrant of Words
United States 116awards
Joined 11th Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 14273


Greetings, Great Poets! If you see a Winged Creature beside your name, hop on and it will carry you across the great chasm into Day Nine!

If not, you have a 24 hour editing window to correct any mistakes if you wish the X to be eradicated from your record. If you edit AFTER your 24 hour grace period, then you will receive an additional X, as that is a separate violation.

Please remember that old poetry is not allowed to be posted in this competition. To enter such could mean automatic disqualification.

Thank you.

Congratulations, Entrants; you are almost 1/3 of the way there!

Ahavati
Tyrant of Words
United States 116awards
Joined 11th Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 14273

Satellite

[ . . . ]

Part II: Arc of the Covenant    

i.  

New—
leaden, that which is hidden
from terrestrial vision, lacking
its Source of illumination:  
precursor to birth

Her symbolic absence
a germination of illusion—
linear junction, gestating
amidst liminal spaces
of unborn clairvoyance
and imminent death  

Three days and nights
time folds, preparing for expansion;
rending its womb to emerge—
penetrating dead of night
with glistening blade
of silver sickle:

Lamp of Heaven and Earth
predating rainbow
and commandment;
oldest known promise to man:

Darkness shall never last
. . .

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

9 of 30

Change

Change is constant
A process that has no end
In the cycle of life

Living requires change
To keep up with life
As it evolve with time

Nothing stays the same
Or permanently as it is
Everything changes in the flow of life

It's the natural course of things
For life to continue
And survive on this plane

You have no choice
When life's circumstances force you to embrace it
You can only dance to its music

Go with the flow
Do not resist change
Learn to adapt for your survival

Accept changes as part of life
Welcome it with an open mind
Then life will be easier to live

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

9/30

Petrichlor

the days are suddenly
warmer now;
rain soaks the fields
of life germinating in rows ~
smells like every summer I spent
in backwoods Georgia,
tending my grandmother’s
butter beans and sweet peas,
gaining self-sufficiency
and old southern wisdom
under the guise of hard work
and soft lessons;
I suspect she knew all along
I was proud of every blister
earned at her side

she is gone away
from these moments now,
but the ache she left
never seems to follow suit;
she’d know just what to do
to collect my scattered mind;
with grace for my shortcomings
and confidence in her purpose,  
she’d busy her hands in service
as was always her way

gathering the cups and plates
left by my overindulgent escapes,
she’d fold and put away the blankets
I’d been hiding under,
cocooned with my vulnerabilities;
strong arms would spring open
the curtains I’d shut so tight
in fearful denial, flooding
the dark corners of my truth
with her warmth and balance;
she’d tell me the rain
has come to wash away the past
so that I can begin again
as my whole self ~
and I would believe her

132 unique words



Honoria
Tyrant of Words
United States 63awards
Joined 22nd July 2019
Forum Posts: 171

9/30

Unlikely Affiliation

A universal anomaly happened
And there we were-
Together in the same classroom.

Sniffing each other out like two feral felines.
Eventually becoming friendly by end of term.

Years went by,
discovery showed so many things we didn’t have in common.
You liked country music.
I didn’t.
You were beautiful.
I was cute.
You loved vanilla.
I liked chocolate.
We both loved horses.  

The bonds of this unlikely friendship tightened
and cemented as maturity came
hurtling for both of us.

Never letting distance or time
limit our conversation and
enthusiasm for each other’s lives.

The reality of your diagnosis was an open palm slap to the face.
Sharp and stinging.
Three months.

Time was warped and fleeting.
How to even begin organizing everything
I wanted to say over the course of a future lifetime?

Nothing.

No coherent words were available.

Silence.

Quietly, I brushed your hair.
Mopped your brow.
Massaged your constricting muscles.

Held your hand the day before...

the day before...

You left me.

Never meant to be the best of friends.

(100 unique words)

DaisyGrace
Dangerous Mind
United States 17awards
Joined 29th Mar 2017
Forum Posts: 1337

9/30


Thetravelingfairy
Fire of Insight
United States 14awards
Joined 12th July 2017
Forum Posts: 252

9/30

Mohave Song


Floral sprinkles, on dunes and sand
This month, exclusively  
Wildflowers of jewel tones
Contrasts so distinctly
Against aged rock
Who knew
Beautiful things grow from shriveled earth?
It seems that seeds can grow anywhere
If given a fighting chance
Even nestled in a dune or two
Under a harvest moon
This Mohave song chimes
Beckoning sprouts to submerge
Produce life
Though I know it’s there year-round
It’s encouraging to see it surface
In vibrancy  
All it took was some rain, too much sun, and a bit of earth
Spring has sprung

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