OFFICIAL DUP Glo/NaPoWriMo 2021 Competition
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2/30
New England Thaw
Mother Nature released her death grip
cast upon our northern town
flowers waking from their slumber
reaching up breaking ground
blossoms blooming everywhere
the local song birds perch and sing
bumblebees pollinate while humming,
nature’s calling are you listening
late afternoon spring breezes
with picturesque sunsets
tiki lamps two glasses of wine
romantic fire pits
springtime has arrived
bringing happiness, all things new
so grateful after a harsh long winter
filled with seven months of gloom
New England Thaw
Mother Nature released her death grip
cast upon our northern town
flowers waking from their slumber
reaching up breaking ground
blossoms blooming everywhere
the local song birds perch and sing
bumblebees pollinate while humming,
nature’s calling are you listening
late afternoon spring breezes
with picturesque sunsets
tiki lamps two glasses of wine
romantic fire pits
springtime has arrived
bringing happiness, all things new
so grateful after a harsh long winter
filled with seven months of gloom
2/30
Starting steps
Seek for the astrologer
that whispers quiet overtures
orbits of expectation to exceed
the golden corn, the ripened wheat
As the potter forms the clay
tomorrow`s presentation`s
in words not deeds portrayed
small steps in trepidation all alone
The willow bends but never caves
and flex to each new challenge
inch forward and to subtly grow
the sap to reach a stiff elbow
Step from the valley snug and safe
to face the paths of slippery scree
fighting through the scrub
head forward to the gold you chase
Feathered head-dress for the brave
a cairn of stones so neatly laid
when next you pass
the maze so steep
a labyrinth to find the words unique
Starting steps
Seek for the astrologer
that whispers quiet overtures
orbits of expectation to exceed
the golden corn, the ripened wheat
As the potter forms the clay
tomorrow`s presentation`s
in words not deeds portrayed
small steps in trepidation all alone
The willow bends but never caves
and flex to each new challenge
inch forward and to subtly grow
the sap to reach a stiff elbow
Step from the valley snug and safe
to face the paths of slippery scree
fighting through the scrub
head forward to the gold you chase
Feathered head-dress for the brave
a cairn of stones so neatly laid
when next you pass
the maze so steep
a labyrinth to find the words unique
2/30
A Simple Adjective
I fear you’ll see me vulnerable.
A sentiment for which I can not abide.
The very one you find most attractive.
Is the the very one I will NOT expose to you.
A life time spent mastering this most delicate weakness.
Demolished in the exhale of a sigh.
No! I won’t allow it.
Your pseudo pathos has long ago expired.
Alone I arrive.
Alone I wander.
Alone I depart.
It feels better that way.
Owing nothing at the end.
Preserved and salved by my own solemnity.
I will have maintained my heart, my soul...my life.
(57 Unique words)
A Simple Adjective
I fear you’ll see me vulnerable.
A sentiment for which I can not abide.
The very one you find most attractive.
Is the the very one I will NOT expose to you.
A life time spent mastering this most delicate weakness.
Demolished in the exhale of a sigh.
No! I won’t allow it.
Your pseudo pathos has long ago expired.
Alone I arrive.
Alone I wander.
Alone I depart.
It feels better that way.
Owing nothing at the end.
Preserved and salved by my own solemnity.
I will have maintained my heart, my soul...my life.
(57 Unique words)
2 of 30
Time Is A Treasure
Time is a treasure
To be used and spent
A temporary possession
You cannot keep for long
A gift you cannot hold
In the palm of your hands
You can only stay in it
For a moment or a day
And spend it as you may
But when it's gone
It's irretrievable
Lost forever
Every second that ticks
Is a time passing by from your life
Each day you spent is a leaf
Torn from the pages of your book
Where your life turns with time
Time Is A Treasure
Time is a treasure
To be used and spent
A temporary possession
You cannot keep for long
A gift you cannot hold
In the palm of your hands
You can only stay in it
For a moment or a day
And spend it as you may
But when it's gone
It's irretrievable
Lost forever
Every second that ticks
Is a time passing by from your life
Each day you spent is a leaf
Torn from the pages of your book
Where your life turns with time
2/30
Truth Lies at the Bottom
Far beneath the ocean blue,
where sun-dappled layers of
fishbowl living take place,
here I am not decorated
with fake plants and
dyed-gravel mimicry
Far beneath the raging storm,
where wave-tossed sails of
tattered breathing make haste,
here I am not abandoned
with watery love and
calm-pretense forgery
Far beneath the fading deep,
where murky-black miles of
abysmal fearing lays waste,
here I am not contused
with crushing weight and
night-shadow anxiety
(50 unique words)
Truth Lies at the Bottom
Far beneath the ocean blue,
where sun-dappled layers of
fishbowl living take place,
here I am not decorated
with fake plants and
dyed-gravel mimicry
Far beneath the raging storm,
where wave-tossed sails of
tattered breathing make haste,
here I am not abandoned
with watery love and
calm-pretense forgery
Far beneath the fading deep,
where murky-black miles of
abysmal fearing lays waste,
here I am not contused
with crushing weight and
night-shadow anxiety
(50 unique words)
2/30
Your Words Hurt More Than You Know
The way you say things
Makes me feel like shit
You know I am an emotional person
And yet you do not think
About the words you say
It’s frustrating that you don’t see the hurt in me
That you cause just by speaking
I know you mean no harm
But it comes across so mean
It’s hard to stay composed
When I just want to break down into tears
Your Words Hurt More Than You Know
The way you say things
Makes me feel like shit
You know I am an emotional person
And yet you do not think
About the words you say
It’s frustrating that you don’t see the hurt in me
That you cause just by speaking
I know you mean no harm
But it comes across so mean
It’s hard to stay composed
When I just want to break down into tears
(02 of 30—Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo2021)
sonnets among my scribbles
night
sonnet #02
you eater of the daylight hours of men,
who hides earth’s transient beauty in a cloak:
how will you occupy, when, with the stroke
of morning, life’s new sun arise again?
your peeping stars cannot be camouflaged
by distant dust or clouds that wag their heads,
for tho they softly sleep in silk-wove beds,
they wink to me from whence they are miraged.
your moon has eyes of love for such as i,
who harbour, in the dark, nocturnal hopes
that when the sun returns and dread elopes,
no shadows shall my credence nullify.
when tired night retires, dead in his sleep,
o’er God’s New Day shall i steep vigil keep.
© Copyright 2021 April 02
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
UWC = 88
2/30
Freeze This Moment
As I get older, time seems to go by faster
Memories pile up then hide in a maze
Remembering old friends and laughter
The days seem to fade in a distant haze
Then I get lost in the nostalgia of it all
Knowing I’ll never get that time back
But it worked out over the long haul
As gray begins to cover what was black
With each passing year I gladly take note
Using words to capture fleeting thoughts
As the professor once said and wrote
I will freeze this moment - with snapshots
Time stands still in my heart, it’s not a lie
When expressions are frozen in time
As vivid memories play in my mind’s eye
When I’ve captured it in verse and rhyme
126 Words
92 Unique
Freeze This Moment
As I get older, time seems to go by faster
Memories pile up then hide in a maze
Remembering old friends and laughter
The days seem to fade in a distant haze
Then I get lost in the nostalgia of it all
Knowing I’ll never get that time back
But it worked out over the long haul
As gray begins to cover what was black
With each passing year I gladly take note
Using words to capture fleeting thoughts
As the professor once said and wrote
I will freeze this moment - with snapshots
Time stands still in my heart, it’s not a lie
When expressions are frozen in time
As vivid memories play in my mind’s eye
When I’ve captured it in verse and rhyme
126 Words
92 Unique
2/30
Into The Thick
Old woman watched
lives in dread, through
knowledge and wisdom
things had to be shed
She stood firm on what
she woukd speak
Shadowed midnight
drapes blue moon
this Slavik sun has set
Violets stems wound
and weaved
dreams within the net
Mix and tie choice herbs
with floss, spilled
upon the cloth
burn your sorrow
and your cares
a flame unto the moth
Reach for love gone
astray, gather toss
the runes
bind, then loose
what has decayed
shadowed midnight
drapes blue moon
Into The Thick
Old woman watched
lives in dread, through
knowledge and wisdom
things had to be shed
She stood firm on what
she woukd speak
Shadowed midnight
drapes blue moon
this Slavik sun has set
Violets stems wound
and weaved
dreams within the net
Mix and tie choice herbs
with floss, spilled
upon the cloth
burn your sorrow
and your cares
a flame unto the moth
Reach for love gone
astray, gather toss
the runes
bind, then loose
what has decayed
shadowed midnight
drapes blue moon
2/30
Still
My love was but a notion;
his shadow was bare.
He arose from the sweetest hurt
as I saw him shining there.
His voice was merely silent,
so much I barely heard
the melody my heart could play
as he uttered no words.
Yet high atop a grassy hill
my mind did run so wild;
his verdant voice was everywhere
and to this dream I held:
that where he waits, I too shall go
over rough terrain, deliberate, slow.
Each step I’ll find and make with ease
as kindly at my back a breeze.
Though this life is arduous,
‘tis every cup unfilled,
I wait alone, no dream unturned
or lost to my love;
I hear him still.
Still
My love was but a notion;
his shadow was bare.
He arose from the sweetest hurt
as I saw him shining there.
His voice was merely silent,
so much I barely heard
the melody my heart could play
as he uttered no words.
Yet high atop a grassy hill
my mind did run so wild;
his verdant voice was everywhere
and to this dream I held:
that where he waits, I too shall go
over rough terrain, deliberate, slow.
Each step I’ll find and make with ease
as kindly at my back a breeze.
Though this life is arduous,
‘tis every cup unfilled,
I wait alone, no dream unturned
or lost to my love;
I hear him still.
Technical issues posting, so submitting two entries to catch up.
1.
April Fool
two favorite forms
just seventeen syllables
senryu and haiku
minimalistic
as few as three simple words
speaking in volumes
but competition
during the month of april
requires fifty words
fifty unique words
are written in the guidelines
comply or expelled
comply yet adhere
to minimalist ideal
added six more
unnecessary bur required
by the rulemakers now more than fifty
in compliance
please please please forgive
verbosity in april
it’s temporary
1.
April Fool
two favorite forms
just seventeen syllables
senryu and haiku
minimalistic
as few as three simple words
speaking in volumes
but competition
during the month of april
requires fifty words
fifty unique words
are written in the guidelines
comply or expelled
comply yet adhere
to minimalist ideal
added six more
unnecessary bur required
by the rulemakers now more than fifty
in compliance
please please please forgive
verbosity in april
it’s temporary
Technical issue posting, so two entries to catch up.
2.
Royal Exhibition
tendril
rootlets
descend into
murky depths
anchoring her to princess earth
teasing
through
sand rock
creeping in detritus
sharing mud with aquatic creatures
drawing
nutrients
from
muck and slime
leathery ovoid leaves
drifting
lazily
on mirrored surface
absorbing energy from sun king
queen lotus
shamelessly
spreading petals of her crown
exposing her inner self
2.
Royal Exhibition
tendril
rootlets
descend into
murky depths
anchoring her to princess earth
teasing
through
sand rock
creeping in detritus
sharing mud with aquatic creatures
drawing
nutrients
from
muck and slime
leathery ovoid leaves
drifting
lazily
on mirrored surface
absorbing energy from sun king
queen lotus
shamelessly
spreading petals of her crown
exposing her inner self
Anonymous
2/30
What Would Gibran Do? THE OCEAN LAUGHS ALWAYS WITH THE INNOCENT
This is a child on the beach
gathering sand in these hands, each
drawing towards me raw building materials
to complement the I'm Material
world I alone create
Some magnets are strong
but never pique
unless they have attracted
too much of what doesn't belong
And for far too long
I was weak
and for far too long
I mostly reacted
but now I know
that there is no
limit to my reach
I am that child on the beach
gathering sand in these hands, each
pulling towards myself
raw building materials
to complement realities
I alone create
What Would Gibran Do? THE OCEAN LAUGHS ALWAYS WITH THE INNOCENT
This is a child on the beach
gathering sand in these hands, each
drawing towards me raw building materials
to complement the I'm Material
world I alone create
Some magnets are strong
but never pique
unless they have attracted
too much of what doesn't belong
And for far too long
I was weak
and for far too long
I mostly reacted
but now I know
that there is no
limit to my reach
I am that child on the beach
gathering sand in these hands, each
pulling towards myself
raw building materials
to complement realities
I alone create
