Zoot suits and jazz music; cartoonishly broad, padded shoulders narrowing to slim waists and patent leather spats; engraved pocket watches secured to the hip by long, gold chains; fingers flipping quarters fighting boredom on the lookout in shadowy nighttime alleys, waiting for trouble; two-toned trumpets with graduated mutes dancing sideways to the tap-hiss-pop-tap! of snares slapped by wire brush mallets, then caressed in repentance; newsmakers working overtime in high-rise offices, drinking coffee and smoking hand-rolled cigarettes hanging from crooked mouths; fingers poised just above enameled typewriters with embossed keys on curved stalks, contemplating truth
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Posted: 23rd April 2021 4:20pm
Joined 12th Apr 2018 Forum Posts: 54
3 quatrains on "predictions"
if we were to refer to sacred text about the times which brought us here we’d guess the secrets coming next and how to save ourselves the tears
dare dream? not i, for nightmares wrench the prophets from their grasp at rest visions plague the deep entrenched where gods saw fit to curse and bless
and we, the lost in time and lore will carry on in ignorance forgotten prophecies of war of kings and loss of innocence
... or so they say
Posted: 23rd April 2021 4:26pm
Joined 22nd July 2019 Forum Posts: 61
Your Addiction Is Making Me Sick
Awake with worry. Fretting in fear.
Angry with frustration. Exhausted in empty promises.
Wishing it away won’t make it better. Work!
Acknowledge the brutal struggle. Do the work!
Imperfection, is a mean reality. Hard bloody work.
Creating new life styles. Overwhelming work.
Leaving behind toxic “friends”. No work needed.
Finding caring acquaintances. Overwhelming work.
Wanting to chuck it all. Suck it up. Do the work!
this IS a lecture. Tough.
You hate your pain. We hate it more!
You’re not special. Take a number.
You are loved. Deal with it!
(56 unique words)
Posted: 23rd April 2021 5:13pm
Joined 25th Sep 2019 Forum Posts: 75
23 of 30
Life is so much more than just the physicality, Or the preoccupation and its mentality. Spirituality, faith or a religious personality, We are each a subject of our own reality. And that reality when disassembled, Is assembled by the manifestation of; Energy. And as I contemplate the pending knife; What place forms the trials and the strife, We each hold and feel in life. But the presence of past questions and the feelings of uncertainty? How much lays within the grounds of our genetic disposition, Or the nurture of our perception? How much lays within the grounds, Of tainted soils and even souls, Now seeming lost to the problems life throws..
Posted: 23rd April 2021 6:09pm
Joined 31st Dec 2015 Forum Posts: 800
I remember the blend Reality and abstract incantations You would paint
Sometimes a swirl In your holy trinity of colors Sometimes a coiled snake
For anyone who wants to understand The word compersion Think of this:
I see you sharing your creations With this man who by all accounts Very worthy is
And I am happy That you let him see More and more of you
Knowing where it could go I love you so I do
Posted: 23rd April 2021 6:29pm
Joined 4th Dec 2018 Forum Posts: 1317
#23 of 30
Besieged inside lucid nightmares There's no disguising oblivion Where ever changing directions Feel like a world burning crisis Indestructible demons keep coming
Obstacles seemingly impossoble to scale On these woreying days It's so incredible i survive This journey never ends Horizons stretch too far
With open eyes trudging onwards Some momemts bring clarity They are fewer as time passes Steeper climbs and slippery slopes Still remain ahead
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Posted: 23rd April 2021 6:36pm
Tyrant of Words
Joined 21st Aug 2013 Forum Posts: 688
Writing poetry is an obsession a sacred calling by nature ordained not a lucrative profession at least not the lucre the world sees as gain peace of mind, succor heart’s commiseration grief’s consolation, constitute the core of a poet’s remuneration
Pen to paper fingers to keyboard each peak every nadir compelled to record sincere words woven Into fabric of life tell of elation and strife ecstasy and pain and of they whom consider them one in the same
In this fortuitous age of global communication poetry dispersed pole-to-pole enable common and sage of any race, creed, or nation to in concert commune soul-to-soul
Unique words: 82
Posted: 23rd April 2021 6:36pm
Guardian of Shadows
Joined 27th Feb 2014 Forum Posts: 513
(23 of 30—Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo2021)
sonnets among my scribbles
in the summertime sonnet #23
when summertime comes dancing in the trees, the bamboo’s sweet flute songs a serenade compose, just as night darkness starts to fade. proboscis lemonade sipped by the bees nectar their honey hives for leaner days. bright river berries tease my drooling mouth with colours flaming warm the undergrowth, from whence i feast, unbothered by the craze of wild birds beaking full their hungry craws. tomorrow, i shall scribble in the sand a brand new poem, before the great waves land and metaphor my lines with liquid jaws.
my only life blooms in the summertime, when birds and bees and berries make their rhyme.
No one can ever really stay the same Or else we would be swept away by the tides of society It’s a continuous evolution in the game While trying to stay true to ourselves without losing our humanity
Constant change raises the stakes Like adjusting patterns in rhythm, method and modality It’s difficult but no matter what it takes We find ways to improve our mindset, stance and mentality
Sometimes we shift our opinions When the view from up high gives us a new perspective As if it’s a compliment to a vision We are all part of an ever-evolving conscious collective
And if some refuse to change Then they may be swept away by the high tides of society Because although it may seem strange Evolving is part of nature while trying to stay true to our humanity
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Posted: 23rd April 2021 7:48pm
Edited: 23rd April 2021 7:56pm
Fire of Insight
Joined 1st Jan 2018 Forum Posts: 584
The storm its never ending beat the Mal-de-mer to face the unknown fearlessly shouts of "man overboard" our greatest fear
Dark clouds now past, the wind abates a herring gull it circles close Neptune`s rage has lost its spate are we so lost, our chance remote
The glitter flash beneath the swell a pod of grace rise from the deep to match the speed of the racing hull those allies help in times of need
A voyage strewn with many perils for no weak heart may man the helm to find the oysters with the pearls no wind to sail, become becalmed
To find joy when there was dark the lookout scans the fathoms great an artisan, to stand upon his own ark the lighthouse of a docking date
Posted: 23rd April 2021 8:15pm
Joined 30th June 2016 Forum Posts: 456
Ode To Night XIII
Conceal me, O stalwart night, how I know you ever will provide a towering shelter in which to abide. All I need to see is within your realm and within your ship I sit at the helm. To where I have come from, so will I return and of your artistry to you will I turn into myself as I am meant to be unfettered of faults and ever free Your hand I hold as you hold me in kind, so will I walk with ne'er a bind. Conceal me, O stalwart night.
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'I am not mad' -Salvador Dali
Posted: 23rd April 2021 8:36pm
Edited: 23rd April 2021 8:46pm - edited 2 times
Joined 29th July 2018 Forum Posts: 552
The Overwhelming Nature of Anger
When I was diagnosed with cancer I told God I could manage it so long as something good came from it.
That Summer, when I needed you the most, you weren't there. Instead, you were busy falling down a deep well of suicidal ideation.
Later, you told me you held on, because putting me through that while I was laying in a hospital bed near-dying wasn't something you could do.
In some fucked up paradox, the cancer saved your life. I thought maybe things would be different—
But they're not.
It wasn't my gift, but please, stop throwing it away.
“Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness" ~Anais Nin
Posted: 23rd April 2021 9:03pm
Tyrant of Words
Joined 11th Apr 2015 Forum Posts: 10502
( 23/30 )
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Part III: Systems of Nomenclature
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June—Strawberry/First Leaves Month ( Cherokee, Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians, North Carolina )
Quadruple system; Regulus; heart of Leo, regal star seated below the Moon upon its southwestern throne, shadowing
wild strawberries, spilling forth from vines, sweeter on lingering lips than their garden cousin; or bitter, mock-berry pretender
Goddess Freyja's food of love: she grants magic in difficult decisions and courage to face what has been avoided
Goodbye, Spring— balmy air escorts Summer to the dance floor of moments
The sun climactically flourishes, and we bask in solar strength . . .
Proprio Vos Sanguine Pasco. ( Alternate writings under three additional accounts: Ex-Machina, Agent Starling, TwoSpirit )
Posted: 23rd April 2021 9:43pm
Fire of Insight
Joined 18th Sep 2018 Forum Posts: 241
On this Eternal Rock I stand my ground Fighting around the clock Where evil is found Embued with mystical might I whirl my sword Causing fear over night Driving away the hoard Night turns dark blue The stars encompass me Powers forever flow through Mystical lightning around me They envoke their will I'm their champion reborn Evil blood shall spill So sound freedom's horn The birds of night They are my eyes Forever watching from flight Because evil never dies On this Eternal Rock I stand my ground Forever saving my flock Where evil is found
Posted: 23rd April 2021 11:01pm
Guardian of Shadows
Joined 10th Oct 2009 Forum Posts: 6575
#23. April 23rd.
Blasted Cheating Computer
Cheating scum that know every exploit, able to calculate on five different levels unfair mechanical methods, answered by rage and passion that no mere machine could ever posses or be capable of, armed with the ultimate move: to not play, defying all logic with spite and mortality able to just walk away while the machine sits idling and unnoticed.