Official DUP NAPOWRIMO (National Poetry Writing Month) 2017
Anonymous
shifting sands
thick lie the sands
drifting over my soul
like dunes they grow deeper
shift and then settle
ever moving elsewhere
but going nowhere at all
this thirst sucks at my lungs
until I can’t breathe through the density
stuck ‘neath the scorching orb
no shelter from the burn
where winds scour and abrade
life is desolate
whenever you go away
wandering through the desert
weary beyond endurance
just waiting for nightfall
when moonlight wavers on the water
and the cool solace of your return
felt as sheltering arms
enfold me once more
you are my oasis
thick lie the sands
drifting over my soul
like dunes they grow deeper
shift and then settle
ever moving elsewhere
but going nowhere at all
this thirst sucks at my lungs
until I can’t breathe through the density
stuck ‘neath the scorching orb
no shelter from the burn
where winds scour and abrade
life is desolate
whenever you go away
wandering through the desert
weary beyond endurance
just waiting for nightfall
when moonlight wavers on the water
and the cool solace of your return
felt as sheltering arms
enfold me once more
you are my oasis
April 10, 2017
CYCLE II: FIRE
Conflagration
With single spark did all things born become,
Explode with force and fury, none in all.
A silent space birthed, energy its sum.
In matter slowed was Time’s begin recalled.
Through eons’ pass, from ice to water’s gas,
And rain through oceans fill in fire and air,
The creature forms, from land and oceans pass,
Until Erectus brings the gods aware.
In fear and adoration, they were made:
The Sun, they praised for what it gave and took.
And Animals, for lives they took, they prayed.
And Fire, in lightning brought or lava’s brooks.
For even as the Fire made all that’s known,
In Fire were their lives both bound and sown.
CYCLE II: FIRE
Conflagration
With single spark did all things born become,
Explode with force and fury, none in all.
A silent space birthed, energy its sum.
In matter slowed was Time’s begin recalled.
Through eons’ pass, from ice to water’s gas,
And rain through oceans fill in fire and air,
The creature forms, from land and oceans pass,
Until Erectus brings the gods aware.
In fear and adoration, they were made:
The Sun, they praised for what it gave and took.
And Animals, for lives they took, they prayed.
And Fire, in lightning brought or lava’s brooks.
For even as the Fire made all that’s known,
In Fire were their lives both bound and sown.
Anonymous
Poetician, Heal Thyself
Unfettered
free to post
whatever you consider to be
poetry
What's your argument?
That you are somehow crippled;
aren't being allowed to express yourself
artistically?
The only factual case of censorship
actually taking place here is you
wrapping up your own
face hole with bandages
in childish protest
over a fractured contention bone
that doesn't even exist
in your body of work
Feel thyself
though self examination
there is no shackle
around your throat
or linked restraints on your wrists
keeping you chained down to the bed
Notice how easy it was
to wave your arms
and shake your fists
and do that silly mummy thingy
with your silly head?
Is this really the kind of attention
you were hoping to get?
Poetician, heal thyself
by freeing thyself from these
surly bonds of surreality
Not ever again
will I be able to take you seriously
Not yet
until you wake up from this self induced coma
as life continues going on without you
Unfettered
free to post
whatever you consider to be
poetry
What's your argument?
That you are somehow crippled;
aren't being allowed to express yourself
artistically?
The only factual case of censorship
actually taking place here is you
wrapping up your own
face hole with bandages
in childish protest
over a fractured contention bone
that doesn't even exist
in your body of work
Feel thyself
though self examination
there is no shackle
around your throat
or linked restraints on your wrists
keeping you chained down to the bed
Notice how easy it was
to wave your arms
and shake your fists
and do that silly mummy thingy
with your silly head?
Is this really the kind of attention
you were hoping to get?
Poetician, heal thyself
by freeing thyself from these
surly bonds of surreality
Not ever again
will I be able to take you seriously
Not yet
until you wake up from this self induced coma
as life continues going on without you
Anonymous
Gray
Through his exploratory journeys into
the outer chambers of the great Sphere
their spaceship crash landed upon
Gray learned
that its unique metallic composition
shielded his thoughts from their usual
state of perpetual broadcast
For the first time in his existence
he was free from the telepathic bond
tethering his kind together in a hive mind
Their physical ignorance of his mental existence
brought him so much joy that
he didn't want to leave
even enjoying one sided conversations
with a few of the natives lying about;
lifeless robots permanently disabled by
what he gathered from their science lab archives
was a catastrophic electromagnetic pulse
of global proportions
Tired of jumping from one
uninhabitable universe to the next
wanting so badly to stay
and call this world home
Gray fashioned himself a foil helmet
from the very material this odd planet
was comprised of and wore it
during his mission to sabotage
their ship's repair
Unfortunately
that's when the asteroids
came from out of the Void
slamming into the Sphere
killing the only family he'd ever known
And had they known his thoughts
they would have known
where to run and hide
and would have fled with him
into the interior chambers
beneath the planetary surface
where Gray discovered
and even greater solitude
for the remainder of his life
now lived
alone
Through his exploratory journeys into
the outer chambers of the great Sphere
their spaceship crash landed upon
Gray learned
that its unique metallic composition
shielded his thoughts from their usual
state of perpetual broadcast
For the first time in his existence
he was free from the telepathic bond
tethering his kind together in a hive mind
Their physical ignorance of his mental existence
brought him so much joy that
he didn't want to leave
even enjoying one sided conversations
with a few of the natives lying about;
lifeless robots permanently disabled by
what he gathered from their science lab archives
was a catastrophic electromagnetic pulse
of global proportions
Tired of jumping from one
uninhabitable universe to the next
wanting so badly to stay
and call this world home
Gray fashioned himself a foil helmet
from the very material this odd planet
was comprised of and wore it
during his mission to sabotage
their ship's repair
Unfortunately
that's when the asteroids
came from out of the Void
slamming into the Sphere
killing the only family he'd ever known
And had they known his thoughts
they would have known
where to run and hide
and would have fled with him
into the interior chambers
beneath the planetary surface
where Gray discovered
and even greater solitude
for the remainder of his life
now lived
alone
Anonymous
Schizophrenetic Part(y of) Five
Who is J.A.M.?
Well, depending on the days
he's that wascally wabbitt
Mister Johnny Blaze
And sometimes J.A.M. likes to unwind
with a fine wine as yours truly,
( yes, it's spelled correct )
Psycotic Mastermind
As for that little guy, Anarchitect
it's difficult to say what to expect
from him, anything goes
when J.A.M. is juvenile and derelict
but with Mary Walker, you're sure to get
something femininely sensual from J.A.M.
he hopes will make you wet
Whatever the case
J.A.M. is always turned on
even when having hydraulic
wet dreams as Magnetron
That's all I can tell you for now
If you are still confused,
join the club
Not this one, though
It's a party J.A.M. packed
full of personality
and
we're always having fun in here
Who is J.A.M.?
Well, depending on the days
he's that wascally wabbitt
Mister Johnny Blaze
And sometimes J.A.M. likes to unwind
with a fine wine as yours truly,
( yes, it's spelled correct )
Psycotic Mastermind
As for that little guy, Anarchitect
it's difficult to say what to expect
from him, anything goes
when J.A.M. is juvenile and derelict
but with Mary Walker, you're sure to get
something femininely sensual from J.A.M.
he hopes will make you wet
Whatever the case
J.A.M. is always turned on
even when having hydraulic
wet dreams as Magnetron
That's all I can tell you for now
If you are still confused,
join the club
Not this one, though
It's a party J.A.M. packed
full of personality
and
we're always having fun in here
Okay Then
If we're gonna make it real
best get to the
Tumor-in-the-room
and tag
some soil
Load the Chemo
Radiology
Blood Transfusions
Oxygen
piped
through a garden hose
attached to a nose
Let's get uncomfortable
drag this topic to the half way mark
with heads buried
in the toilet bowl
so deep
so long
the flush handle
indents on the forehead
after the fall
Lets talk about having just one ball
or only
a lonely
breast
A single lung,
liver
or the bowel
that won't work at all
Let's get uncomfortable
use yellowed skin, in this brawl
or pale and gray
if you that far
on the crawl
let's talk about intravenous
or ports
brain surgery
before
the exploding trawl
knock out some talk of
white blood cells
Oh fuckit
I'd go marrow
and lumbar puncture
but it's getting close to the time
where we lay
in a ball
open our mouths and
just
hurl
[!]
11- 04 -2017
If we're gonna make it real
best get to the
Tumor-in-the-room
and tag
some soil
Load the Chemo
Radiology
Blood Transfusions
Oxygen
piped
through a garden hose
attached to a nose
Let's get uncomfortable
drag this topic to the half way mark
with heads buried
in the toilet bowl
so deep
so long
the flush handle
indents on the forehead
after the fall
Lets talk about having just one ball
or only
a lonely
breast
A single lung,
liver
or the bowel
that won't work at all
Let's get uncomfortable
use yellowed skin, in this brawl
or pale and gray
if you that far
on the crawl
let's talk about intravenous
or ports
brain surgery
before
the exploding trawl
knock out some talk of
white blood cells
Oh fuckit
I'd go marrow
and lumbar puncture
but it's getting close to the time
where we lay
in a ball
open our mouths and
just
hurl
[!]
11- 04 -2017
Anonymous
Mary, Mary
what were you doing to whom
Mary, Mary
alone in your bedroom?
I've been to Hell and back
in a basket without benefit of
hand lotions or soaps on a rope
so ... please, cut me some slack
Don't make me ask;
just get out of my hair
Alone time is all I can hope for
Lemme go
and you should be
somewhere
else before
I blow
my stack
Mary, Mary
why so testy?
Mary, Mary
talk to me, Besty
I can't be with you
here right now, see?
You don't understand
what it's like to be me
Always parading around
in your bra and panties
and I just
want to
melt onto
my knees
Mary, Mary
I'm not a lesbian
Mary, Mary
for a night
or two
we'll see how it goes
but only for you
will I be an exception
what were you doing to whom
Mary, Mary
alone in your bedroom?
I've been to Hell and back
in a basket without benefit of
hand lotions or soaps on a rope
so ... please, cut me some slack
Don't make me ask;
just get out of my hair
Alone time is all I can hope for
Lemme go
and you should be
somewhere
else before
I blow
my stack
Mary, Mary
why so testy?
Mary, Mary
talk to me, Besty
I can't be with you
here right now, see?
You don't understand
what it's like to be me
Always parading around
in your bra and panties
and I just
want to
melt onto
my knees
Mary, Mary
I'm not a lesbian
Mary, Mary
for a night
or two
we'll see how it goes
but only for you
will I be an exception
April 10--Motionless
I would be as
the stones,
immobile on sands,
waves
running over, then
drawing back, just
to push forth again, eddys
swirling.
Endless cycles, water
beneath daily suns, while
my only task is
but to melt
into brine scented dunes,
becoming
one with sleep.
Does one get to choose
their dreams in
eternity?
I would be as
the stones,
immobile on sands,
waves
running over, then
drawing back, just
to push forth again, eddys
swirling.
Endless cycles, water
beneath daily suns, while
my only task is
but to melt
into brine scented dunes,
becoming
one with sleep.
Does one get to choose
their dreams in
eternity?
Daily Entry:
Welcome to Day 10, Poets! You're 1/3 of the way home! T-minus 21 days and counting! And in keeping with the spirit of 21 today, we're holding 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
PsyCOticMastermind
Anarchitect
Josh
SatansSperm
Crimsin_Unveiling
David_MacLeod
We've got a lot of people out there supporting their peers through this challenge! Today's shout-out goes to them!
Welcome to Day 10, Poets! You're 1/3 of the way home! T-minus 21 days and counting! And in keeping with the spirit of 21 today, we're holding 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
PsyCOticMastermind
Anarchitect
Josh
SatansSperm
Crimsin_Unveiling
David_MacLeod
We've got a lot of people out there supporting their peers through this challenge! Today's shout-out goes to them!
Wrath
I'm not a conformist
people try to stuff me in a box
quiet my voice
nail the the coffin tight
bury me deep
may she rest in peace
finally shut the hell up
you will hear my voice
from deep underground
shaking the Earth
rattling foundations
I'm a rebellious soul
fighting for freedom
marching on the ether
riding the waves
feel my wrath
taste of my disease
let this insane thought
wrap round your cerebellum
fight the good fight
stay true to you
dark or light
pure or dirty whore
dope phene or sober
let me feel your words
I love to be slapped around
with a poetic beat down
it turns me on
stand and hit the wall
until your fists are bloodied
let me know the real you
& I will do the same
Copyright © 2017 Crimsin. All Rights Reserved
I'm not a conformist
people try to stuff me in a box
quiet my voice
nail the the coffin tight
bury me deep
may she rest in peace
finally shut the hell up
you will hear my voice
from deep underground
shaking the Earth
rattling foundations
I'm a rebellious soul
fighting for freedom
marching on the ether
riding the waves
feel my wrath
taste of my disease
let this insane thought
wrap round your cerebellum
fight the good fight
stay true to you
dark or light
pure or dirty whore
dope phene or sober
let me feel your words
I love to be slapped around
with a poetic beat down
it turns me on
stand and hit the wall
until your fists are bloodied
let me know the real you
& I will do the same
Copyright © 2017 Crimsin. All Rights Reserved
Anonymous
Going Rogue
Dear George Lucas and J.J. Abrams,
One of you
is the creator of the Star Wars franchise
The other
was tapped by Disney to co-write and direct
the final trilogy of the trilogy
You both lost respect in my eyes
with your special effects obsession
and catering to the whims of the fans
Jedi Obi Wan Kenobi sliced off Anakin's
arm and legs and then left him burning alive?
Padme spent two films being
queen, senator and heroine
only to return for a third as a
wishy washy pregnant housewife?!?
Jar Jar Binks ?!?!?
Don't even get me started on Darth Emo Kylo Ren
in that 136 minutes of derivative nonsense
If only you both had gone to the Dark Side
That's no space station
It's a moon!
Don't you see?
This is lunacy
Thankfully, other people at Disney
were allowed to make Rogue One
a Star Wars story that doesn't suck
like Boba Fett down a Sarlacc
that makes me want to become
One with the Force
of my childhood again
Sincerely,
Protocol Droid U8-PP
p.s.
Lulz
Dear George Lucas and J.J. Abrams,
One of you
is the creator of the Star Wars franchise
The other
was tapped by Disney to co-write and direct
the final trilogy of the trilogy
You both lost respect in my eyes
with your special effects obsession
and catering to the whims of the fans
Jedi Obi Wan Kenobi sliced off Anakin's
arm and legs and then left him burning alive?
Padme spent two films being
queen, senator and heroine
only to return for a third as a
wishy washy pregnant housewife?!?
Jar Jar Binks ?!?!?
Don't even get me started on Darth Emo Kylo Ren
in that 136 minutes of derivative nonsense
If only you both had gone to the Dark Side
That's no space station
It's a moon!
Don't you see?
This is lunacy
Thankfully, other people at Disney
were allowed to make Rogue One
a Star Wars story that doesn't suck
like Boba Fett down a Sarlacc
that makes me want to become
One with the Force
of my childhood again
Sincerely,
Protocol Droid U8-PP
p.s.
Lulz
Poles apart
Yet you transcend space
Ice on glass and time
You are gravity
And I'm caught by your voice
Yes I like dancing
Hello old soul
I'm a polymath
It means I'm good in this world
But bad in mine
And I'll change your world
And you me
Mine some more
There's gold here
Yours and mine
Let me be there for you
Be someone that you want to know
Words thrown on a railway line
Yet the light on the pole
Meets the light in your eye
A light till sun
Yet you transcend space
Ice on glass and time
You are gravity
And I'm caught by your voice
Yes I like dancing
Hello old soul
I'm a polymath
It means I'm good in this world
But bad in mine
And I'll change your world
And you me
Mine some more
There's gold here
Yours and mine
Let me be there for you
Be someone that you want to know
Words thrown on a railway line
Yet the light on the pole
Meets the light in your eye
A light till sun
Anonymous
apadravya worship ~ {xi}
{iii}
i read the seams of your failed
self-immolation
& threaded a lash through the eye of a needle
to embroider a musallah in
the loom of your scars.
I found the eastern horizon in
the mihrab that stretched between your ribs,
in the nexus of raised tissue & ink
like a neglected holy book.
{ii}
there was a systematic awakening of my
inactive consciousness,
a molecular stirring to automation
& i felt
the moment's potential, the pulse of kismet
vital & necessary beneath my bare soles.
the bells stirred in attrition/contrition,
cell memories of forgotten asanas
roused to fluidity again.
{i}
i parted my lips & birthed
a thousand headed naga
to devour an incarnation
i could no longer bear
& ate at my own face
through one death
& into another.
{iii}
i read the seams of your failed
self-immolation
& threaded a lash through the eye of a needle
to embroider a musallah in
the loom of your scars.
I found the eastern horizon in
the mihrab that stretched between your ribs,
in the nexus of raised tissue & ink
like a neglected holy book.
{ii}
there was a systematic awakening of my
inactive consciousness,
a molecular stirring to automation
& i felt
the moment's potential, the pulse of kismet
vital & necessary beneath my bare soles.
the bells stirred in attrition/contrition,
cell memories of forgotten asanas
roused to fluidity again.
{i}
i parted my lips & birthed
a thousand headed naga
to devour an incarnation
i could no longer bear
& ate at my own face
through one death
& into another.
NaPoWriMo 10/30 for April 10th, 2017
Villanelle No: 10
TREASURE IN THE DARK
And what is life devoid of all the pain
enforcing Man’s agenda since the ark
one wonders if there’s something more to gain
the tyranny of history shouts the same
with choices for survival plain and stark
then what is life devoid of all the pain?
now choosing how the question may be framed
a different view is free to make its mark
with wonders ‘bout a something-more-to-gain
and here’s a way to look at it quite sane:
a dragon’s guarding treasure in the dark
so what is life devoid of all the pain?
attempts to kill the monster make a chain
like tethered dogs we strain the leash and bark
and wonder if there’s something more to gain
the pack of cards we’re dealt is re-arranged
by seeing what the negative can spark
for what is life devoid of all the pain
when wonders sit there waiting to be gained?
Villanelle No: 10
TREASURE IN THE DARK
And what is life devoid of all the pain
enforcing Man’s agenda since the ark
one wonders if there’s something more to gain
the tyranny of history shouts the same
with choices for survival plain and stark
then what is life devoid of all the pain?
now choosing how the question may be framed
a different view is free to make its mark
with wonders ‘bout a something-more-to-gain
and here’s a way to look at it quite sane:
a dragon’s guarding treasure in the dark
so what is life devoid of all the pain?
attempts to kill the monster make a chain
like tethered dogs we strain the leash and bark
and wonder if there’s something more to gain
the pack of cards we’re dealt is re-arranged
by seeing what the negative can spark
for what is life devoid of all the pain
when wonders sit there waiting to be gained?
