Official DUP NAPOWRIMO (National Poetry Writing Month) 2017
Bad Monkey
I will
fling
my shit
all over
the freshly
painted
walls
in
the halls
of
Valhalla
if
I
feel
like
it
like
some
kind
of
deranged
half
blind
fecal
graffiti
artist
with
a
bad
attitude
&
way
too
much
anger
on
his
hands
&
who
will
stop
me
Thor
&
Odin
are
too
busy
chasing
Loki
throughout
space
&
time
& you
with your
never
ending
obsession
with
beauty paste
& Gucci
this or that
I do
not
believe
have
even
noticed
that
I
have
gone
so
the
words
I
write
will
be
an
ode
to
you
in
a
four/four
rhythm
with
a
driving
beat
&
no
soul
...just a message
04072017
I will
fling
my shit
all over
the freshly
painted
walls
in
the halls
of
Valhalla
if
I
feel
like
it
like
some
kind
of
deranged
half
blind
fecal
graffiti
artist
with
a
bad
attitude
&
way
too
much
anger
on
his
hands
&
who
will
stop
me
Thor
&
Odin
are
too
busy
chasing
Loki
throughout
space
&
time
& you
with your
never
ending
obsession
with
beauty paste
& Gucci
this or that
I do
not
believe
have
even
noticed
that
I
have
gone
so
the
words
I
write
will
be
an
ode
to
you
in
a
four/four
rhythm
with
a
driving
beat
&
no
soul
...just a message
04072017
Ahavati said:
Hey Al...Your previous is marked with the same date (see below). Isn't this one No 7? No need to edit. I gotcha down. Just pick it up from here.
06-04-2017
Loosely based on "King John's Christmas by AA Milne"
Aah thank you A
Pulled that from the bank in the interest of protest day or #freedomfriday in the home country. Oops. I'm at eight whooowho!
Hey Al...Your previous is marked with the same date (see below). Isn't this one No 7? No need to edit. I gotcha down. Just pick it up from here.
06-04-2017
Loosely based on "King John's Christmas by AA Milne"
Aah thank you A
Pulled that from the bank in the interest of protest day or #freedomfriday in the home country. Oops. I'm at eight whooowho!
[B]Disingenuous Grandeur - [\b]
Intermittent,
manic, over
prescribed.
Breaking
sensory
reason. Feed
inter-nestled
disillusion;
scream distrust
at loyalty.
Calling racism
in a self governed
inequality;
screaming "turns"
like preschool
games with
skipping ropes.
Breaking values
from
predators.
Morals out scripted
from hell.
Oscar winning
blow job
searching
speeches
in quotes
and inverted commas.
Punctuation should exist
in a world of criminal
greatness, biggest, best.
The rest of the world
cries
in self imposed hell.
Calling negative to
masturbating in
mediocrity
while freedoms
challenge shackled pains.
Seeing songs titled "alone",
raising
"forever".
[!]
[ b]08-04-2017 [\b]
Intermittent,
manic, over
prescribed.
Breaking
sensory
reason. Feed
inter-nestled
disillusion;
scream distrust
at loyalty.
Calling racism
in a self governed
inequality;
screaming "turns"
like preschool
games with
skipping ropes.
Breaking values
from
predators.
Morals out scripted
from hell.
Oscar winning
blow job
searching
speeches
in quotes
and inverted commas.
Punctuation should exist
in a world of criminal
greatness, biggest, best.
The rest of the world
cries
in self imposed hell.
Calling negative to
masturbating in
mediocrity
while freedoms
challenge shackled pains.
Seeing songs titled "alone",
raising
"forever".
[!]
[ b]08-04-2017 [\b]
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April 8 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )
*Biohazard Bagged Lunch
My dad & I have commonality
We both survived the dread capital C.
But what was years ago for him & me
Is back for him as his reality.
They didn't catch it till the tumors grew,
And then they made him wait for more than two.
By then the surgery would have to keep
To see what months of chemo sows & reaps.
A grand ol' man like him has stood the test;
His years & loss of weight, he's done his best.
We'll find out pretty soon what's next to come;
If luck is in the odds, it's laser, done.
Meantime, there's lots of fluids & some food
That he must daily have to do him good.
Of course with side effects it's never much,
And after sessions, brings to me his lunch!
*The image, taken by me on my little cell, shows some of the bags of Dad's food that he most often gives to me since he doesn't touch the clinic's food that they give free to their oncology patients (he goes in every 2-3 weeks for chemo & hydration sessions). He knows I never eat enough so he bestows upon me his "lunches". Sometimes the food is in zip-lock bags with the symbol & words "BIOHAZARD", but for me it's delicious. And not once has it ever made me glow in the dark!
@Poet
so far from you now
my lust for your masculine form
kept me distracted
I stayed the course
when in tune with your poetry & music
your artistry drew me a new life
in charcoal grays
now I'm out of step
not quite right in my thoughts
I need to dream to live
you're the muse
that has fed me fire
from your rock hard abs
to your intellect
that sets my mind ablaze
let me taste you now
I'm in the midst of a dry spell
cos you long ago
put away your poetic pen
you crushed me up
& snorted my lust
like it was cocaine
it fed your ego
left me cold
still I think of you
how your art
kept me sane
when the world was skewed
& I had nothing else to steady me
my fantasies were a safe place
as my madness howled
I came to this place
seeking solace
I found it in you
you the heroin I still phened for
made poetry exciting
together you & I a speedball
reached the moon
just to crash back down
upon the Earth
Copyright © 2017 Crimsin. All Rights Reserved
so far from you now
my lust for your masculine form
kept me distracted
I stayed the course
when in tune with your poetry & music
your artistry drew me a new life
in charcoal grays
now I'm out of step
not quite right in my thoughts
I need to dream to live
you're the muse
that has fed me fire
from your rock hard abs
to your intellect
that sets my mind ablaze
let me taste you now
I'm in the midst of a dry spell
cos you long ago
put away your poetic pen
you crushed me up
& snorted my lust
like it was cocaine
it fed your ego
left me cold
still I think of you
how your art
kept me sane
when the world was skewed
& I had nothing else to steady me
my fantasies were a safe place
as my madness howled
I came to this place
seeking solace
I found it in you
you the heroin I still phened for
made poetry exciting
together you & I a speedball
reached the moon
just to crash back down
upon the Earth
Copyright © 2017 Crimsin. All Rights Reserved
Anonymous
whispering caverns
whispers echo through a cavern
scales of snakes upon the stone
in the stillness of the tunnels
unseen but not unheard
think you're safe within your shadows
where darkness hides your face?
have you forgotten how sound travels
within labyrinthine halls?
where whispers misdirected
bounce dangerously off every wall?
dare I gently remind you
in such distorted corridors
you cannot always believe
what you cannot see
whispers echo through a cavern
scales of snakes upon the stone
in the stillness of the tunnels
unseen but not unheard
think you're safe within your shadows
where darkness hides your face?
have you forgotten how sound travels
within labyrinthine halls?
where whispers misdirected
bounce dangerously off every wall?
dare I gently remind you
in such distorted corridors
you cannot always believe
what you cannot see
Unknown
Concealed within fear I'm caught
Private fragments of a thought
Can I be purified?
Inside my emotions do exist
Adoration difficult to resist
Are feelings magnified?
Caged yet dreaming what is to be
You can always set me free
Would it be justified?
If our worlds ever did shatter
Wondering if cuts truly matter
Am I just petrified?
Being one without delay
A promise to always stay
Do our hopes coincide?
In a not so far off future day
Black and white shall become a grey
Will we still be satisfied?
Written by mel44
Concealed within fear I'm caught
Private fragments of a thought
Can I be purified?
Inside my emotions do exist
Adoration difficult to resist
Are feelings magnified?
Caged yet dreaming what is to be
You can always set me free
Would it be justified?
If our worlds ever did shatter
Wondering if cuts truly matter
Am I just petrified?
Being one without delay
A promise to always stay
Do our hopes coincide?
In a not so far off future day
Black and white shall become a grey
Will we still be satisfied?
Written by mel44
Anonymous
werbepause {iii}
[08.04.17 poem 8 of 30]
proclivities swirled
in the dregs of
my wine glass,
unnatural, criminal
lewdly wanton
chips of my subconscious ~
i may have forced
your mouth to
the rouge 999 stain
& made you sip
just to understand...
... i wanted you to know
there's something
hideously wrong with me,
something was ruined
before the nature
vs nurture debate
became necessary
*
i assume now
that the taste of me
was palatable to
a darkness that slept
unfed inside you,
a blind terror that gorged
until it forgot
i am more than my need
for suffering
//
[08.04.17 poem 8 of 30]
proclivities swirled
in the dregs of
my wine glass,
unnatural, criminal
lewdly wanton
chips of my subconscious ~
i may have forced
your mouth to
the rouge 999 stain
& made you sip
just to understand...
... i wanted you to know
there's something
hideously wrong with me,
something was ruined
before the nature
vs nurture debate
became necessary
*
i assume now
that the taste of me
was palatable to
a darkness that slept
unfed inside you,
a blind terror that gorged
until it forgot
i am more than my need
for suffering
//
April 8, 2017
CYCLE I: EARTH
Dark
From mountain peaks to lowlands grassy spurs
Does Mother’s slow progression ever seek.
Throughout our day, does night progress with her;
E’en so with night, does light not ever peek.
With rigor moves in seeming never rest,
Yet every slip in harmony perform.
Is all reclaimed as smallest part attests,
And though it pass is every speck reborn.
But Man adjusts Her way to suit his own,
And pares Her life to take more than His due.
For always has He stripped Her, flesh from bone,
His poison with Her sacred heart imbue.
What Force Divine illumined with Its spark,
Does Man despise, to render all in dark.
CYCLE I: EARTH
Dark
From mountain peaks to lowlands grassy spurs
Does Mother’s slow progression ever seek.
Throughout our day, does night progress with her;
E’en so with night, does light not ever peek.
With rigor moves in seeming never rest,
Yet every slip in harmony perform.
Is all reclaimed as smallest part attests,
And though it pass is every speck reborn.
But Man adjusts Her way to suit his own,
And pares Her life to take more than His due.
For always has He stripped Her, flesh from bone,
His poison with Her sacred heart imbue.
What Force Divine illumined with Its spark,
Does Man despise, to render all in dark.
Welcome to Day 8! T-minus 23 days and counting! Congratulations to everyone who made it to the second week! We're at 21 participants who are eligible for the trophy:
Ahavati
JohnnyBlaze
mel44
RevolutionAl
Earth_Child
Jade-Pandora
Hepcat61
LobodeSanPedro
MadameLavender
DaisyGrace
Viddax
Whale
FromtheAsh
Magnetron
MaryWalker
PsychoticMastermind
Anarchitect
Josh
SatansSperm
Crimsin_Unveiling
David_MacLeod
We want to remind everyone who isn't a registered participant that you are more than welcome to hop in with us! While you won't be eligible for the trophy, you will reap the fun and support of participating!
Ahavati
JohnnyBlaze
mel44
RevolutionAl
Earth_Child
Jade-Pandora
Hepcat61
LobodeSanPedro
MadameLavender
DaisyGrace
Viddax
Whale
FromtheAsh
Magnetron
MaryWalker
PsychoticMastermind
Anarchitect
Josh
SatansSperm
Crimsin_Unveiling
David_MacLeod
We want to remind everyone who isn't a registered participant that you are more than welcome to hop in with us! While you won't be eligible for the trophy, you will reap the fun and support of participating!
April 8—A Box For A Child
Dear Abby in Indiana,
I saw your letter in
the newspaper, wondering
what information you could
possibly
glean from us in
Massachusetts, for
your school project.
I felt the familiar nudge
of God
in my soul, to gather for you
the contents of this box, so
I drove to the rest stop
visitor center
and stuffed it full, with
brochures and maps, and
a letter I wrote to you
about why I love my state.
Sometimes we all need
reminders
of why we are, where
we are placed, and
thank you, for mine.
Enjoy this gift, use it well,
and treasure the sea shells
I put in, for you.
Dear Abby in Indiana,
I saw your letter in
the newspaper, wondering
what information you could
possibly
glean from us in
Massachusetts, for
your school project.
I felt the familiar nudge
of God
in my soul, to gather for you
the contents of this box, so
I drove to the rest stop
visitor center
and stuffed it full, with
brochures and maps, and
a letter I wrote to you
about why I love my state.
Sometimes we all need
reminders
of why we are, where
we are placed, and
thank you, for mine.
Enjoy this gift, use it well,
and treasure the sea shells
I put in, for you.
Anonymous
Alphabet Souped Up
It's there
floating in the bowl
yet on the tip of my tongue
I swallow the information
whole
Milk
hope floats in
the form of a poem
as the chaotic slew of letters
in frothy foam
begins to assemble
Rain Man I am, gifted
or is it a curse?
for lack of a better term
Hexed, seeing the verse
hidden in blocks of text
making the most of the
most important meal of the day
turning a bowl of cereal
surreal
It's there
floating in the bowl
yet on the tip of my tongue
I swallow the information
whole
Milk
hope floats in
the form of a poem
as the chaotic slew of letters
in frothy foam
begins to assemble
Rain Man I am, gifted
or is it a curse?
for lack of a better term
Hexed, seeing the verse
hidden in blocks of text
making the most of the
most important meal of the day
turning a bowl of cereal
surreal
Anonymous
Dialectable
Words are especially scrumptious
when puncturing virgin eardrums
audible ice picks interrupting your
doldrums
Not only does she use a sawed off shotgun
to blow my mind with shells unheard of
she does so in that killer accent
I so badly want to slurp her
long running sentences and
die of food poisoning from the
Indian cuisine she serves
It takes the life of me not to dip
a trembling finger into my quivering
quim; pelvic bone set to vibrate mode
whenever she publicly recites poetry
Words are especially scrumptious
when puncturing virgin eardrums
audible ice picks interrupting your
doldrums
Not only does she use a sawed off shotgun
to blow my mind with shells unheard of
she does so in that killer accent
I so badly want to slurp her
long running sentences and
die of food poisoning from the
Indian cuisine she serves
It takes the life of me not to dip
a trembling finger into my quivering
quim; pelvic bone set to vibrate mode
whenever she publicly recites poetry
Anonymous
Sub Zero
Colder than each tit of triplet witches
huddled around an air conditioner
libel to pitch a snowball fit
at any warm blooded bitches
getting within fifty yards of her
She's empty inside
a big ice hole that might
swallow your ass whole
if you get too close to the
Thermometer
God forbid anyone else
adjusts the temperature
to their preferences
So, just walk away while you can
Don't be a hero
You're no match for super villainess,
Sub Zero
Colder than each tit of triplet witches
huddled around an air conditioner
libel to pitch a snowball fit
at any warm blooded bitches
getting within fifty yards of her
She's empty inside
a big ice hole that might
swallow your ass whole
if you get too close to the
Thermometer
God forbid anyone else
adjusts the temperature
to their preferences
So, just walk away while you can
Don't be a hero
You're no match for super villainess,
Sub Zero
Anonymous
Honey B
Honey B, Honey B
giving it away for free
Soon there won't be
enough honey for you
or enough honey for me
but who gives a fuck about the hive
when the Queen is only concerned with
keeping luxury alive in her lap
at the expense of all who could thrive
defying common sense
the gap continues widening
between Royalty and the
remaining droning Percents
I've got no say in the matter
just as you have no
way to get through to her
Honey B and her sisters only care
about themselves these days
The only thing everyone
lower on the food chain
shares?
Misery
Honey B, Honey B
giving it away for free
Soon there won't be
enough honey for you
or enough honey for me
but who gives a fuck about the hive
when the Queen is only concerned with
keeping luxury alive in her lap
at the expense of all who could thrive
defying common sense
the gap continues widening
between Royalty and the
remaining droning Percents
I've got no say in the matter
just as you have no
way to get through to her
Honey B and her sisters only care
about themselves these days
The only thing everyone
lower on the food chain
shares?
Misery
