Official DUP NAPOWRIMO (National Poetry Writing Month) 2017
15/30
The Devil's Reject
Lately, he screens my calls
and never answers the door
Satan doesn't love me anymore
Always let me shave his balls
Called me his Dirty Little Whore
but Satan doesn't love me anymore
Daily, I scrubbed his commode
To him my soul was owed
but Satan doesn't love me anymore
Praying to God, I genuflect
Why am I the Devil's reject?
Satan doesn't love me anymore
His love is not divine like mine
at 99 cents per minute, dial 1-999
The Lord will love you long time
The Devil's Reject
Lately, he screens my calls
and never answers the door
Satan doesn't love me anymore
Always let me shave his balls
Called me his Dirty Little Whore
but Satan doesn't love me anymore
Daily, I scrubbed his commode
To him my soul was owed
but Satan doesn't love me anymore
Praying to God, I genuflect
Why am I the Devil's reject?
Satan doesn't love me anymore
His love is not divine like mine
at 99 cents per minute, dial 1-999
The Lord will love you long time
16/30
Architect Of Your Demise
Bite down hard on the bullet
loaded in your gun's chamber
It's just another hollow point
Are you tired of firing blanks?
Annoint
yourself as judge and jury
but your lack of execution
comes as no surprise
Look into my eyes
My poetry tells no lies
I am an architect of your demise
You'll wish you had died
From the Truth, you can't hide
Barrel in your mouth
Go ahead and pull the trigger
Swallow your swollen pride
Architect Of Your Demise
Bite down hard on the bullet
loaded in your gun's chamber
It's just another hollow point
Are you tired of firing blanks?
Annoint
yourself as judge and jury
but your lack of execution
comes as no surprise
Look into my eyes
My poetry tells no lies
I am an architect of your demise
You'll wish you had died
From the Truth, you can't hide
Barrel in your mouth
Go ahead and pull the trigger
Swallow your swollen pride
field hands
when she banished me from her womb
she dared me to cry
God can't save you Boy
So stop
she tells me
I left my tears in the fields
pickin' from sun up
to sunset
seen girls give birth in the next row over
their daddies loading the haul at the other end
They didn't cry
So why you
I'm not crying for me
She never understood that
I'm crying for the echoes of what we shoulda been
We've picked
Sugar Cane
Rice
coffee beans
cotton tobacco
Peaches
Coca
I'm watching the river
The one with ash trees as overseers
River running one way
Train running the other
There's crawfish
Crocs
Gators
But I bite back
when she banished me from her womb
she dared me to cry
God can't save you Boy
So stop
she tells me
I left my tears in the fields
pickin' from sun up
to sunset
seen girls give birth in the next row over
their daddies loading the haul at the other end
They didn't cry
So why you
I'm not crying for me
She never understood that
I'm crying for the echoes of what we shoulda been
We've picked
Sugar Cane
Rice
coffee beans
cotton tobacco
Peaches
Coca
I'm watching the river
The one with ash trees as overseers
River running one way
Train running the other
There's crawfish
Crocs
Gators
But I bite back
April 17, 2017
CYCLE III: WATER
Inception
Though earth does give us rise and so return,
And spark of fire does lively pow’r bring forth.
Through living water, life ex-celled its kern.
And creatures filled the world in lively course.
From fluid filled to fluid held, we burst.
‘Til one and one conform to fix our one.
In mother’s warming sea do we swim first,
Then through the flooding gate are we begun.
Though on the rugged seas have hands been lost,
And confluence has swallowed sailors whole,
A thirst not quenched can take a man, its cost,
Or with sweet flow retrieve a dying soul.
For water seems like love that fills our hearts,
Within it wetting grace our lives impart.
CYCLE III: WATER
Inception
Though earth does give us rise and so return,
And spark of fire does lively pow’r bring forth.
Through living water, life ex-celled its kern.
And creatures filled the world in lively course.
From fluid filled to fluid held, we burst.
‘Til one and one conform to fix our one.
In mother’s warming sea do we swim first,
Then through the flooding gate are we begun.
Though on the rugged seas have hands been lost,
And confluence has swallowed sailors whole,
A thirst not quenched can take a man, its cost,
Or with sweet flow retrieve a dying soul.
For water seems like love that fills our hearts,
Within it wetting grace our lives impart.
April 18 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )
Consecrate
Lovers in their bed as fog rolls in
He kisses her just there and whispers
'We are blessed' not knowing how or why
'Tis plain as the sacred draw of blood
The tempo of her breath assails him
Ever pushing back his own regrets
A shedding tear following her last
Let forgetfulness assuage her ghost
To keep them evermore together
For what they never had from living
In afterlife there'll be no sorrow
Nor will there be joy in forgiving
No Wonder, Captain Hook...
and in the large hall of worship
sat children
of every conceivable
race
scattered in every conceivable outfit
communicating in so many languages
no one understood them
most of them, living life's true
underground
many having never seen chocolate
found the idea of a brown egg
a little repulsive
On asking the question
"why are we here on a Friday"
every
single
one
individually had a really good idea
that it included a death
and that made it GOOD
The story being related included
the disciple
The disciple who denied
all knowledge of a friend
three times
before a rooster crowed
twice
They sat in awe of this story
eyes getting bigger and bigger
as the heart ache
they understood as truth
fell in depths of their heart
Then one spoke...
His words lost on the adult
middle class
dreaming up reasons to
spread an easter
"I don't really like this Peter Pan
chap, he is not a good guy"
[!]
18th (i think)
Welcome to Day 18! T-minus 13 days and counting! The snowball is picking up momentum!
We're holding strong at 21 eligible for the trophy! Glad to see everyone made it through the holidays entact and still with us!
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
Stay tuned for our next featured NaPo Poet this afternoon.
We're holding strong at 21 eligible for the trophy! Glad to see everyone made it through the holidays entact and still with us!
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
Stay tuned for our next featured NaPo Poet this afternoon.
17/30
Creep
The Angel of Death creeps
through the house of Pharaoh
Nefreteri weeps over her firstborn
only child in woe
Her jealousy and anguish
further hardening her husband's
cold as stone heart
Ramses on his knees
begs Moses to, Go!
Depart from Egypt!
Take your pestilence, disease
and child murdering god
with you far from here!
The Deliverer gathers up his flock
who follow him into the desert
to continue their suffering year
after year
And I have to ask myself
Who was the real creep in this drama?
Creep
The Angel of Death creeps
through the house of Pharaoh
Nefreteri weeps over her firstborn
only child in woe
Her jealousy and anguish
further hardening her husband's
cold as stone heart
Ramses on his knees
begs Moses to, Go!
Depart from Egypt!
Take your pestilence, disease
and child murdering god
with you far from here!
The Deliverer gathers up his flock
who follow him into the desert
to continue their suffering year
after year
And I have to ask myself
Who was the real creep in this drama?
faded glitter
my poetry has turned to ash
I can taste it on my tongue
it has no flavor
grit & bite is all that's left
stars that once shone on me
glitter on other planes
just out of reach
I phene for there favor
that I may sparkle
by their graceful light
I am here nor there
caught in a dead zone
with dried up vistas
love that doesn't quench
my dreadful thirst
unrequited lust
I hold like dust in my hands
it is blown away by the winds
of today
carried away
by the thoughts of tomorrows
that will never be
you're my muse
my passion
will you shine your favor
on me today?
or will you allow my love
to fade into the background?
another star
that shot across the night sky
just to burn out
Copyright © 2017 Crimsin. All Rights Reserved
my poetry has turned to ash
I can taste it on my tongue
it has no flavor
grit & bite is all that's left
stars that once shone on me
glitter on other planes
just out of reach
I phene for there favor
that I may sparkle
by their graceful light
I am here nor there
caught in a dead zone
with dried up vistas
love that doesn't quench
my dreadful thirst
unrequited lust
I hold like dust in my hands
it is blown away by the winds
of today
carried away
by the thoughts of tomorrows
that will never be
you're my muse
my passion
will you shine your favor
on me today?
or will you allow my love
to fade into the background?
another star
that shot across the night sky
just to burn out
Copyright © 2017 Crimsin. All Rights Reserved
Anonymous
vandalism v
18.04.17. poem 18 of 30.
broken bones mend.
i can tell you this since
my ribs unknitted
from my lungs
to frame the vacancy
you'd filled with
a little pulse
& snuffed before she
took her first breath
thru blue lips.
i can tell you the ache
never fades,
a recrimination,
a testament to weakness
whenever i glance
a subtle swell & wish upon
never ever maybes
for could have beens
& never will haves
you took from me
without a half thought
for what it meant
if only to me.
broken bones mend.
but i am yet to heal.
18.04.17. poem 18 of 30.
broken bones mend.
i can tell you this since
my ribs unknitted
from my lungs
to frame the vacancy
you'd filled with
a little pulse
& snuffed before she
took her first breath
thru blue lips.
i can tell you the ache
never fades,
a recrimination,
a testament to weakness
whenever i glance
a subtle swell & wish upon
never ever maybes
for could have beens
& never will haves
you took from me
without a half thought
for what it meant
if only to me.
broken bones mend.
but i am yet to heal.
XVIII. Existence: Infancy
Colors vibrating against mobiles
musical entertainment, inflated
zoo animals, polka-dotted giraffes;
pink elephants pirouetting in air.
Except that was another Lifetime ago;
this one's poverty, wind tunnels through
wooden cracks, beetles scuttling across
dirt floors; my crib a cardboard box.
The iron stove breathed warmth
throughout a freezing Mississippi
mudshack; a Vietnam war claiming responsibility for my father's absence.
Though a poorly remembered beginning,
I don't remember anything poorly lacking.
...
Colors vibrating against mobiles
musical entertainment, inflated
zoo animals, polka-dotted giraffes;
pink elephants pirouetting in air.
Except that was another Lifetime ago;
this one's poverty, wind tunnels through
wooden cracks, beetles scuttling across
dirt floors; my crib a cardboard box.
The iron stove breathed warmth
throughout a freezing Mississippi
mudshack; a Vietnam war claiming responsibility for my father's absence.
Though a poorly remembered beginning,
I don't remember anything poorly lacking.
...
Anonymous
just so you know...
it's hard to fathom you ever held me
closer than a breath
a gift once so cherished
now forgotten in the past
as time flowed by too quickly
each tic toc felt now like a hammer
another crack in our foundation
but then...I guess it never was that strong
though I had believed you knew me better
understood my complications
can you see now why I crumbled
the first time I saw the truth?
remember how I went silent?
a voice once so vivacious
suddenly gone mute
I think it frightened you
to know how far I'd retreated
or how much damage you could do
and you tell me now
"I miss the sound of you
the way your laughter filled the house"
what can I say but "thank you"?
it's true, what they say
time does heal old wounds
I do laugh these days
just not the way I used to
it's hard to fathom you ever held me
closer than a breath
a gift once so cherished
now forgotten in the past
as time flowed by too quickly
each tic toc felt now like a hammer
another crack in our foundation
but then...I guess it never was that strong
though I had believed you knew me better
understood my complications
can you see now why I crumbled
the first time I saw the truth?
remember how I went silent?
a voice once so vivacious
suddenly gone mute
I think it frightened you
to know how far I'd retreated
or how much damage you could do
and you tell me now
"I miss the sound of you
the way your laughter filled the house"
what can I say but "thank you"?
it's true, what they say
time does heal old wounds
I do laugh these days
just not the way I used to
18/30
Belly Of The Beast
Scratching marks into stomach
lining with a skeletal blade
that was once a swordfish
I numerate the days of my
imprisonment within the Kraken
Eighteen ticks and counting
with nothing but time
and digestive enzyme
on my hands
I do my best to keep my
mind exercised by scrawling
limericks non stop on the
living whaling walling
Hoping to become so exhausted
that I am eventually
pooped out
Belly Of The Beast
Scratching marks into stomach
lining with a skeletal blade
that was once a swordfish
I numerate the days of my
imprisonment within the Kraken
Eighteen ticks and counting
with nothing but time
and digestive enzyme
on my hands
I do my best to keep my
mind exercised by scrawling
limericks non stop on the
living whaling walling
Hoping to become so exhausted
that I am eventually
pooped out
18/30
Witches Are Bitches Penta ( because I am SO pleading the Fifth )
Not that anyone would
listen or watch
take me at my
words and actions
I plead the Fifth Amendment
Given that you are SO easily
swayed by accusations made
without any substantial evidence
backing these up
I question my need to
give a shit what you do
or what you don't believe
The Witch Hunters have
gathered little in terms of facts
but plenty of fuel for the pyre
Burn this Bitch with fire
to your black heart's content
you judge-mental twats
but you won't get a drop of piss
from me, dousing the flames underfoot
when your turn comes around to be
staked to the ground with their
false flag claims
Witches Are Bitches Penta ( because I am SO pleading the Fifth )
Not that anyone would
listen or watch
take me at my
words and actions
I plead the Fifth Amendment
Given that you are SO easily
swayed by accusations made
without any substantial evidence
backing these up
I question my need to
give a shit what you do
or what you don't believe
The Witch Hunters have
gathered little in terms of facts
but plenty of fuel for the pyre
Burn this Bitch with fire
to your black heart's content
you judge-mental twats
but you won't get a drop of piss
from me, dousing the flames underfoot
when your turn comes around to be
staked to the ground with their
false flag claims
April 18—Punt
There are no poems, in
me, today; I
shall punt, instead
and hope for some
drivel in print.
Did I mention my
sinus infection? Yes,
it’s still a nuisance, but
I can at least breathe,
now.
I perhaps should entertain
the concept of purchasing
stock
in Kleenex—I’d be filthy, dirty
rich by now, if
I’d thought of this two weeks
ago, while blowing out
the first of thousands
of muck wads from
my respiratory tract.
Shoulda, coulda, woulda…
But at least I hit the fifty
word count, for today’s
entry in NaPo,
and let’s hope for something
better, tomorrow.
