Glo/NaPoWriMo 2023 Official Challenge
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[ NaPoWriMo - 2023 Collection ] Cosmologically Speaking
Part III. Of Constellations & Signs
xi. Aquarius
“Aquarius loves to socialize
and knows a lot of people
but has very few friends.”
– Unknown
The Maverick archetype
innovator and humanitarian
vessel of the water bearer
washing away the past
to make room for cleanliness
Future maker, soul changer
growth oriented is their goal
a vision of equality
and individuality to all
The dispensation of knowledge
to create an alternate view
by playing the devil's advocate
is certainly nothing new
Beware the Aquarian temper
explosive and destructive
hot heartedness becomes the front
of their violent discursive
~
[ NaPoWriMo - 2023 Collection ] Cosmologically Speaking
Part III. Of Constellations & Signs
xi. Aquarius
“Aquarius loves to socialize
and knows a lot of people
but has very few friends.”
– Unknown
The Maverick archetype
innovator and humanitarian
vessel of the water bearer
washing away the past
to make room for cleanliness
Future maker, soul changer
growth oriented is their goal
a vision of equality
and individuality to all
The dispensation of knowledge
to create an alternate view
by playing the devil's advocate
is certainly nothing new
Beware the Aquarian temper
explosive and destructive
hot heartedness becomes the front
of their violent discursive
~
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MEDUSA
I feel for you Medusa
Let’s get stoned sometime
You can wear reflective glasses
I will bring the honey wine
We can watch the other titans clash
I can boo and you can hiss
Shake that rattle calabash
Find a momentary bliss
Then slither back to solitude
In your gorgon’s den
Few things are as rude in life
As empowered men
-51 unique words-
MEDUSA
I feel for you Medusa
Let’s get stoned sometime
You can wear reflective glasses
I will bring the honey wine
We can watch the other titans clash
I can boo and you can hiss
Shake that rattle calabash
Find a momentary bliss
Then slither back to solitude
In your gorgon’s den
Few things are as rude in life
As empowered men
-51 unique words-
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Heroistic
Deep within my mind
heroes bend bars
travel from Mars
encircle the globe
and visit the stars
then simply land
to greet the ordinary
Penned in respect
of heroic dialect
and the ever striving
for some great return
to the just cause
ever shared in union
by all who understand
comprehend
Humble words
can't contain the feats
of hearts on their sleeves
laid bare by opposition
forged in submission
and furthur than expected
or ever thought possible
ascend graciously
To reach higher than
imaginable is never easy
but wings must be used
to remain functional
for the smaller things
the true hero cannot fly
but to the hardest realms
and still love all of it
Heroistic
Deep within my mind
heroes bend bars
travel from Mars
encircle the globe
and visit the stars
then simply land
to greet the ordinary
Penned in respect
of heroic dialect
and the ever striving
for some great return
to the just cause
ever shared in union
by all who understand
comprehend
Humble words
can't contain the feats
of hearts on their sleeves
laid bare by opposition
forged in submission
and furthur than expected
or ever thought possible
ascend graciously
To reach higher than
imaginable is never easy
but wings must be used
to remain functional
for the smaller things
the true hero cannot fly
but to the hardest realms
and still love all of it
30 of 30
Closing titles..
Scrolling through the titles..
Some stand, others not.
Life goes on.
A constant, untitled work in progress.
A means to wake,
And an awakening to see the view,
beyond one's tensions and vice's.
Where this could be the end,
Lines the margins,
Of nature's natural agenda.
So remember,
For a time..
The falling of lives leaves,
The secret places,
The gift and right to life..
The thresholds of changing days.
Remember,
It's always worth it.
And a moment lasts.
Remember,
This is your life…
Closing titles..
Scrolling through the titles..
Some stand, others not.
Life goes on.
A constant, untitled work in progress.
A means to wake,
And an awakening to see the view,
beyond one's tensions and vice's.
Where this could be the end,
Lines the margins,
Of nature's natural agenda.
So remember,
For a time..
The falling of lives leaves,
The secret places,
The gift and right to life..
The thresholds of changing days.
Remember,
It's always worth it.
And a moment lasts.
Remember,
This is your life…
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Where Flora, Fauna And Beneficent Humans Gather Part 3
Look! Here come the marching bands
requisite element of a proper parade
rhythmic, harmonious nomads of music
representing the college championship combatants, others summoned
by special invitation
high schools from across nation,
and far flung countries
all high-stepping to the drum beat
in perfect synchronization
presenting unique orchestrations
of lively tunes composed
perhaps by Sousa,
Queen, or Kool & The Gang
Mire los jinetes a caballo
prancing horses thrill the crowd
Andalusians and other breeds
their riders arrayed in Spanish
and Mexican caballero attire
representing old California
days of Catholic, adobe missions
and spacious haciendas
then come the dancers
bailadores folcloricos
to Mariachi music twirling
in wide-brimmed,
silver studded sombreros,
vibrant, multicolored dresses,
red rose adorned tresses
The parade passes,
the throng disperses
fond memories remain
of kind works
flowers, horses dancing, and song
hope filled new year marches on
Unique word count: 115
Where Flora, Fauna And Beneficent Humans Gather Part 3
Look! Here come the marching bands
requisite element of a proper parade
rhythmic, harmonious nomads of music
representing the college championship combatants, others summoned
by special invitation
high schools from across nation,
and far flung countries
all high-stepping to the drum beat
in perfect synchronization
presenting unique orchestrations
of lively tunes composed
perhaps by Sousa,
Queen, or Kool & The Gang
Mire los jinetes a caballo
prancing horses thrill the crowd
Andalusians and other breeds
their riders arrayed in Spanish
and Mexican caballero attire
representing old California
days of Catholic, adobe missions
and spacious haciendas
then come the dancers
bailadores folcloricos
to Mariachi music twirling
in wide-brimmed,
silver studded sombreros,
vibrant, multicolored dresses,
red rose adorned tresses
The parade passes,
the throng disperses
fond memories remain
of kind works
flowers, horses dancing, and song
hope filled new year marches on
Unique word count: 115
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Contradiction
How is it possible
to have such a fragile exterior—
being excessively sensitive
to one's environment and words unsaid;
and exactly the same at your very core,
taking everything so hard and intensely
while simultaneously
being made of something so steely
that [after the schism] life's trials
can never break you again—
instead, bending you quite a bit.
It's a mystery to me.
UWC 53/63
Contradiction
How is it possible
to have such a fragile exterior—
being excessively sensitive
to one's environment and words unsaid;
and exactly the same at your very core,
taking everything so hard and intensely
while simultaneously
being made of something so steely
that [after the schism] life's trials
can never break you again—
instead, bending you quite a bit.
It's a mystery to me.
UWC 53/63
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National Poetry Writing Month
I wish I could say
I built a solid habit,
consistency each day
devoted to writing and quiet,
and that I’ll maintain
the pattern from now on.
But sadly, creativity
is still regarded as
lack of productivity--
putting off Important Things,
a guilty stealth-activity
done when others aren’t looking.
So I wrote 30 poems
but life is the same;
despite my commitment
it’s still hard to proclaim
that this is a priority,
and I won’t feel shame
about duties undone
or sleep lost,
because creating is The Thing
that sets me aflame.
National Poetry Writing Month
I wish I could say
I built a solid habit,
consistency each day
devoted to writing and quiet,
and that I’ll maintain
the pattern from now on.
But sadly, creativity
is still regarded as
lack of productivity--
putting off Important Things,
a guilty stealth-activity
done when others aren’t looking.
So I wrote 30 poems
but life is the same;
despite my commitment
it’s still hard to proclaim
that this is a priority,
and I won’t feel shame
about duties undone
or sleep lost,
because creating is The Thing
that sets me aflame.
#30
For what May come - NaPoWriMo2023 #30
Upon reflection,
April was a a rather bad month;
akin to an irritating
arrogant child
clamouring for attention and time,
a real struggle to love
and easy to be angered with;
a real wash out.
Now,
on it's closing hours,
I find myself
in the meditative, reflective, pondering
stance.
The quiet after the storm,
with a calm collected optimism
for what May come.
(Unique words: 51)
For what May come - NaPoWriMo2023 #30
Upon reflection,
April was a a rather bad month;
akin to an irritating
arrogant child
clamouring for attention and time,
a real struggle to love
and easy to be angered with;
a real wash out.
Now,
on it's closing hours,
I find myself
in the meditative, reflective, pondering
stance.
The quiet after the storm,
with a calm collected optimism
for what May come.
(Unique words: 51)
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The Cheesecake (Going Home)
Walternate Universe AAGM-44
Alpha-1
GGMA-53
ROO-92
“Put more pressure on the wound” Beta-2 said but WAE’s hands were soaked in blood
A bullet had found its way into his chest through the Magnificent suit and it looked severe
“I’m sorry” WAE muttered, but the Exiled only smiled looking at him and then at us
“I get to go home and see them” he muttered then whispered something into WAE’s ear
WAE moved his hands and the blood started flowing even more through the suit
He propped up the Exiled as the rays of light hit his face watching his last sun rise
The Master, the Magnificent, Beta-2 and I stood close by, in complete silence
Watching him take his last few breaths, our deaths then the Exiled closed his eyes
“He meant his parents” WAE said as the morning light shone on the Exiled’s face
Then Alpha-1 appeared looking at the destruction Beta-2 had dealt just an hour before
“I’m sorry” Alpha-1 said when he saw the Exiled as WAE got up and we all stood silent
Looking at his face, our face, like a mirror, there on the steps to the palace door
A few hours later we were back at the Alpha-1 teleportation station south of the Citadel
All of us were interviewed by investigators as to the events that had just taken place
Then I overheard some saying that the Dictator would be prosecuted by the courts
And as the investigator closed the file the last thing he said “time to turn in your brace”
TOTO was at his usual station, the lines on his monitor showed a happy face
“Glad you made it out OK” the robot said, “I’m going to miss you buddy” I replied
I took one last look at the marvel of the human potential of science and technology
But when I stepped through the portal it was not the world where I reside
It was afternoon in some small town I didn’t know or recognize
When suddenly WAE emerged out the corner of a store walking up to me
“What happened?” I asked but all my Alter Ego could do was give me a sad smile
“I have his brace” he said “I need to show you something, come with me”
We put on some disguises and teleported to a local shop in that small little town
“Master Bait and Tackle” WAE said “You know these guys have a sense of humor”
When we walked in we were greeted by an old man and his son and to my surprise
It was the Dictator’s alternate, in this world he was Jim, and his son Jimmy Jr.
The young man was about eighteen, maybe twenty years of age
WAE talked to them about finding the best fishing spots in the nearby lake
We then teleported about three miles down the road to a local diner
WAE said “the old man recommended this place for some really good cheesecake”
A young waitress came up to us and as I was about to speak I noticed her name tag
“Clara,” WAE spoke “my brother and I would like a slice of your finest cheesecake”
I was stunned for a second and that’s when WAE said to me “To punish the Dictator
The Exiled brought the children to a parallel universe, to a decent man, for heaven’s sake”
We sat in that diner, exchanging stories about our parallel paths and lives
Understanding more about ourselves and the choices we each have made
“It’s time to go home” my Alter Ego said as he looked at his watch
“Sometimes we have to find our path” he said “no matter how far we strayed”
When the portal opened the alternate covering me came out very upset
“I don’t know how you do it 92” he said “this is one insane world”
“What?” I asked and he responded “your wife, she threatened me…”
“Relax bro” I said to him laughing “she’s crazy, but that’s my girl”
I went to shake hands with my Alter Ego but instead he hugged me
“Take it easy and if it’s easy take it twice” he said all hard-nosed
I was finally home, in my own bathroom, looking back I waved goodbye
“Let’s go fuck some shit up” WAE said to the other as the portal closed
…
I checked on my children then got into my warm bed next to my sleeping wife
As she cuddled up to me I thought of my alternate versions and their universes
Falling asleep I thought of ducks, of geese, of bad soldiers chased by zombies
Of socks and moons and of all the dreams I can capture in endless verses
365 Unique
780 Total
The Cheesecake (Going Home)
Walternate Universe AAGM-44
Alpha-1
GGMA-53
ROO-92
“Put more pressure on the wound” Beta-2 said but WAE’s hands were soaked in blood
A bullet had found its way into his chest through the Magnificent suit and it looked severe
“I’m sorry” WAE muttered, but the Exiled only smiled looking at him and then at us
“I get to go home and see them” he muttered then whispered something into WAE’s ear
WAE moved his hands and the blood started flowing even more through the suit
He propped up the Exiled as the rays of light hit his face watching his last sun rise
The Master, the Magnificent, Beta-2 and I stood close by, in complete silence
Watching him take his last few breaths, our deaths then the Exiled closed his eyes
“He meant his parents” WAE said as the morning light shone on the Exiled’s face
Then Alpha-1 appeared looking at the destruction Beta-2 had dealt just an hour before
“I’m sorry” Alpha-1 said when he saw the Exiled as WAE got up and we all stood silent
Looking at his face, our face, like a mirror, there on the steps to the palace door
A few hours later we were back at the Alpha-1 teleportation station south of the Citadel
All of us were interviewed by investigators as to the events that had just taken place
Then I overheard some saying that the Dictator would be prosecuted by the courts
And as the investigator closed the file the last thing he said “time to turn in your brace”
TOTO was at his usual station, the lines on his monitor showed a happy face
“Glad you made it out OK” the robot said, “I’m going to miss you buddy” I replied
I took one last look at the marvel of the human potential of science and technology
But when I stepped through the portal it was not the world where I reside
It was afternoon in some small town I didn’t know or recognize
When suddenly WAE emerged out the corner of a store walking up to me
“What happened?” I asked but all my Alter Ego could do was give me a sad smile
“I have his brace” he said “I need to show you something, come with me”
We put on some disguises and teleported to a local shop in that small little town
“Master Bait and Tackle” WAE said “You know these guys have a sense of humor”
When we walked in we were greeted by an old man and his son and to my surprise
It was the Dictator’s alternate, in this world he was Jim, and his son Jimmy Jr.
The young man was about eighteen, maybe twenty years of age
WAE talked to them about finding the best fishing spots in the nearby lake
We then teleported about three miles down the road to a local diner
WAE said “the old man recommended this place for some really good cheesecake”
A young waitress came up to us and as I was about to speak I noticed her name tag
“Clara,” WAE spoke “my brother and I would like a slice of your finest cheesecake”
I was stunned for a second and that’s when WAE said to me “To punish the Dictator
The Exiled brought the children to a parallel universe, to a decent man, for heaven’s sake”
We sat in that diner, exchanging stories about our parallel paths and lives
Understanding more about ourselves and the choices we each have made
“It’s time to go home” my Alter Ego said as he looked at his watch
“Sometimes we have to find our path” he said “no matter how far we strayed”
When the portal opened the alternate covering me came out very upset
“I don’t know how you do it 92” he said “this is one insane world”
“What?” I asked and he responded “your wife, she threatened me…”
“Relax bro” I said to him laughing “she’s crazy, but that’s my girl”
I went to shake hands with my Alter Ego but instead he hugged me
“Take it easy and if it’s easy take it twice” he said all hard-nosed
I was finally home, in my own bathroom, looking back I waved goodbye
“Let’s go fuck some shit up” WAE said to the other as the portal closed
…
I checked on my children then got into my warm bed next to my sleeping wife
As she cuddled up to me I thought of my alternate versions and their universes
Falling asleep I thought of ducks, of geese, of bad soldiers chased by zombies
Of socks and moons and of all the dreams I can capture in endless verses
365 Unique
780 Total
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Starseed
Planted in the empty
With the unknown void of what might bloom
The very soul within me
Shining between miracle and gloom
Sprouts of twilights
Glimmering nectar
Heavenly roots
Weaved in it's venture
Blossoming stars
Growing together
Cosmic ties
Ultimately severed
Destiny of the spore
A fate canopied like creation
As the nova roars
Shattering noxious precipitation
Galactic echoes
Fragmented depths
Budding fractals
Flowering death
Razor leaf
Pulsating reps
Seeds in the chest
Treasuring the first breath
Enriched soil
Germination within this black hole
Birth of a Sun
Observing the universe unfold
Starseed
Planted in the empty
With the unknown void of what might bloom
The very soul within me
Shining between miracle and gloom
Sprouts of twilights
Glimmering nectar
Heavenly roots
Weaved in it's venture
Blossoming stars
Growing together
Cosmic ties
Ultimately severed
Destiny of the spore
A fate canopied like creation
As the nova roars
Shattering noxious precipitation
Galactic echoes
Fragmented depths
Budding fractals
Flowering death
Razor leaf
Pulsating reps
Seeds in the chest
Treasuring the first breath
Enriched soil
Germination within this black hole
Birth of a Sun
Observing the universe unfold
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Untitled XXX
I'm all lit up inside,
a virtual wasteland of broken
promises, spirit fracturing
heartache, and dwindling faith
in something I never thought
I'd walk away from.
I can't just talk about
the weather when our insides
are crumbling away in landslide
debris, choking concrete and flowers.
At the sea, it all deposits, sinking
to unimaginable depths.
I fear I've let my dreams
become the agent of trouble.
Anyway, this is who I am.
I'm this way and that.
If you can stand at my side
you will get the best of who I can be—
Of who I am.
Untitled XXX
I'm all lit up inside,
a virtual wasteland of broken
promises, spirit fracturing
heartache, and dwindling faith
in something I never thought
I'd walk away from.
I can't just talk about
the weather when our insides
are crumbling away in landslide
debris, choking concrete and flowers.
At the sea, it all deposits, sinking
to unimaginable depths.
I fear I've let my dreams
become the agent of trouble.
Anyway, this is who I am.
I'm this way and that.
If you can stand at my side
you will get the best of who I can be—
Of who I am.
Anonymous
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All Is Well, That Ends Well
April draws to a close
A vast set of arms
Reaches wide
Grasping each end of the tome
And closes it gently
The flutter of the pages
The only music punctuated
By the soft thump of
A book cover settling over
Innumerable words
Felt like a long way
I came
I saw
I conquered
Myself
Not the type of writer
To write every day
I didn't think I could
Here I am closing it out
The finish line
The storyline
Ends here
Only to return
For a season
Before drifting away
Into the spring that I love
So very much,
Waiting for summer
And her bounty
Where I toil more
Didn't know if I'd see it
If I'd ever be able
To enjoy summer again
I am sad to write this
However, I am happy
To have another
Season in the sun
For I never know
How long that will last
Or when it will be
Cut mercilessly
Short
I breathe for moments
But not for days
All Is Well, That Ends Well
April draws to a close
A vast set of arms
Reaches wide
Grasping each end of the tome
And closes it gently
The flutter of the pages
The only music punctuated
By the soft thump of
A book cover settling over
Innumerable words
Felt like a long way
I came
I saw
I conquered
Myself
Not the type of writer
To write every day
I didn't think I could
Here I am closing it out
The finish line
The storyline
Ends here
Only to return
For a season
Before drifting away
Into the spring that I love
So very much,
Waiting for summer
And her bounty
Where I toil more
Didn't know if I'd see it
If I'd ever be able
To enjoy summer again
I am sad to write this
However, I am happy
To have another
Season in the sun
For I never know
How long that will last
Or when it will be
Cut mercilessly
Short
I breathe for moments
But not for days
# 30
Traveler as Unraveler
Moon of contrasts, I; shirtless madman
manhandling logs into the architecture of a roaring blaze,
a mist of
miasmic clouds lofted above a pillar of smoke in puffs
from the lungs of the Earth,
cauldron colored, where the air/inspects what is there
The place where all things return, following unraveling contemplations
maneuvering the air in spiraling aerials,
burst into a vision of darkness
and stars.
* * *
Oracles of everywhere, everywhere in flames
Processing
the
air, despair, and all of the rest
that was there
only as means to prepare
For the architecture of a departure from here
to there
* * *
Traveler as unraveler
Unique Words: 67
Traveler as Unraveler
Moon of contrasts, I; shirtless madman
manhandling logs into the architecture of a roaring blaze,
a mist of
miasmic clouds lofted above a pillar of smoke in puffs
from the lungs of the Earth,
cauldron colored, where the air/inspects what is there
The place where all things return, following unraveling contemplations
maneuvering the air in spiraling aerials,
burst into a vision of darkness
and stars.
* * *
Oracles of everywhere, everywhere in flames
Processing
the
air, despair, and all of the rest
that was there
only as means to prepare
For the architecture of a departure from here
to there
* * *
Traveler as unraveler
Unique Words: 67
