Official DUP NAPOWRIMO (National Poetry Writing Month) 2017
whale
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Dangerous Mind
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Joined 9th Dec 2013 Forum Posts: 233
THREAD
Michelangelo carved David
By cutting at the stone
That was to become David
God carved David
Wielding humiliation like a chisel
Chopping and cutting
How He laughed
What's the Salvation
If you're not swallowed by a whale
How slow I walked
Slower than the old man with the frame
Who shuffled passed and called me nigger
How slow I was
Slower than the boy on his way to school
Who gave me the finger
Then ran home again
Slower than mud I walked in
And flowers have roots in
Every step felt like needles stuck in my eyes
You can't move fast when you're attached to
Fame shame blame name
In a word "Fear" my dear
Unattached
You're light
Weightless
In a word "Light" brave knight
Light through the eye of a needle
Michelangelo carved David
By cutting at the stone
That was to become David
God carved David
Wielding humiliation like a chisel
Chopping and cutting
How He laughed
What's the Salvation
If you're not swallowed by a whale
How slow I walked
Slower than the old man with the frame
Who shuffled passed and called me nigger
How slow I was
Slower than the boy on his way to school
Who gave me the finger
Then ran home again
Slower than mud I walked in
And flowers have roots in
Every step felt like needles stuck in my eyes
You can't move fast when you're attached to
Fame shame blame name
In a word "Fear" my dear
Unattached
You're light
Weightless
In a word "Light" brave knight
Light through the eye of a needle
SatansSperm
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Dangerous Mind
13
Joined 19th Nov 2015Forum Posts: 3112
Almost Judas
I felt the overbearing weight of an angel
crushing my gray matter
suffocating me with attention
& half-hearted affection
I was however
in no mood for such pleasantries
& in my mind
I spattered her on
the windshield
like some kind of glittering technicolor bug
as I drove away
leaving a cloud of dust
to forever hang in the air
like that final reply
at the end of a fight
the one later on
in hindsight
you regret
but never speak aloud
I come to the senses of reality
& hand the little one
a crayon
& as she colors outside the lines
I find myself
lost plunging deep into the crayola horizon
& a tranquil peace comes over me
I pick up one of the wizards magic sticks
& sit beside her
now lost inside of her world
& together we create
a magical world
where I think she was trying to take me
to begin with
04192017
I felt the overbearing weight of an angel
crushing my gray matter
suffocating me with attention
& half-hearted affection
I was however
in no mood for such pleasantries
& in my mind
I spattered her on
the windshield
like some kind of glittering technicolor bug
as I drove away
leaving a cloud of dust
to forever hang in the air
like that final reply
at the end of a fight
the one later on
in hindsight
you regret
but never speak aloud
I come to the senses of reality
& hand the little one
a crayon
& as she colors outside the lines
I find myself
lost plunging deep into the crayola horizon
& a tranquil peace comes over me
I pick up one of the wizards magic sticks
& sit beside her
now lost inside of her world
& together we create
a magical world
where I think she was trying to take me
to begin with
04192017
JohnnyBlaze
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Tyrant of Words
23
Joined 20th Mar 2015Forum Posts: 5572
19/30
Miss Information
She leans over hedges
dialing up the Telephone Game
with neighbors, seeding gossip
vines that swiftly spread tendrils
throughout the community
Miss Information
germinator of factual innacuracies
What goes around the block
comes back around the block
never returning the same
which is good news for her
of course; the offshoots can't be
tracked to the origin point:
the one person
full of so much bullshit
she uses it to
fertilize her lies
Miss Information
She leans over hedges
dialing up the Telephone Game
with neighbors, seeding gossip
vines that swiftly spread tendrils
throughout the community
Miss Information
germinator of factual innacuracies
What goes around the block
comes back around the block
never returning the same
which is good news for her
of course; the offshoots can't be
tracked to the origin point:
the one person
full of so much bullshit
she uses it to
fertilize her lies
David_Macleod
14397816
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14397816
Tyrant of Words
39
Joined 5th Nov 2014Forum Posts: 2983
Flip Flop
I have worked out
The difference between
A dick and a cock
On seeing a foolish
Or a stupid man
We call him s dick
Dick is derogatory
Cock, on the other hand
Compared to its chicken counterpart
Is proud, and erect
As it struts and preens
So what would you rather have?
And that’s not just a question
For the male congregation
Would it be dick or cock?
Does dick or cock matter?
If you happen to be impotent
A member of the erectile dysfunctionals
What used to be your rod of iron
Is now a jelly truncheon
What used to be Thor’s mallet of meat
Is now the vegetarian option – mashed
What used to be my pork samurai sword
Is now like a floppy tuna sushi roll
What used to be my tummy banana
Is now just like low hanging fruit
It matters if there’s no lead in your pencil
Your dick or cock is equally useless
It’s true; I was never hung like mules
But now I’m needing Snap on tools
Showing no shame, I even tried Viagra
Waste of time, my tackle fell like Niagara
I don’t even attempt sex anymore
Almost anyone is now a better lover
Any woman with a strap on
A pitbull terrier called rocky
Steven Hawkins after a power surge
Anyone who is currently in a coma
Anyone who is currently dead and buried
At least they would be stiff
Attempting to fuck now, would be like:
Pushing a marshmallow into a beer bottle
Thumbing bread dough into a milk carton
Pushing ground beef into a champagne flute
Forcing macaroni into a light socket
Like slapping steam or punching smoke
It has now become exercise in futility
For a man who wears flip-flops
Ironically I can’t flip my flop
I have worked out
The difference between
A dick and a cock
On seeing a foolish
Or a stupid man
We call him s dick
Dick is derogatory
Cock, on the other hand
Compared to its chicken counterpart
Is proud, and erect
As it struts and preens
So what would you rather have?
And that’s not just a question
For the male congregation
Would it be dick or cock?
Does dick or cock matter?
If you happen to be impotent
A member of the erectile dysfunctionals
What used to be your rod of iron
Is now a jelly truncheon
What used to be Thor’s mallet of meat
Is now the vegetarian option – mashed
What used to be my pork samurai sword
Is now like a floppy tuna sushi roll
What used to be my tummy banana
Is now just like low hanging fruit
It matters if there’s no lead in your pencil
Your dick or cock is equally useless
It’s true; I was never hung like mules
But now I’m needing Snap on tools
Showing no shame, I even tried Viagra
Waste of time, my tackle fell like Niagara
I don’t even attempt sex anymore
Almost anyone is now a better lover
Any woman with a strap on
A pitbull terrier called rocky
Steven Hawkins after a power surge
Anyone who is currently in a coma
Anyone who is currently dead and buried
At least they would be stiff
Attempting to fuck now, would be like:
Pushing a marshmallow into a beer bottle
Thumbing bread dough into a milk carton
Pushing ground beef into a champagne flute
Forcing macaroni into a light socket
Like slapping steam or punching smoke
It has now become exercise in futility
For a man who wears flip-flops
Ironically I can’t flip my flop
PsycoticMastermind
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Thought Provoker
2
Joined 20th Mar 2015Forum Posts: 209
19/30
No Poetry For Old Farts
We are literary dinosaurs
in a rapidly changing world
where poetry is going extinct
superseded by pop stars
who if stripped of voice
and musical reinforcement
would seriously have to
up their game when it
comes to writing lyrics
If you are like me
unable to play an instrument
or sing without scaring away
dogs and small children
your days as well as mine
are numbered unkind
unless
unless we make magic happen
in the minds of our readers
No Poetry For Old Farts
We are literary dinosaurs
in a rapidly changing world
where poetry is going extinct
superseded by pop stars
who if stripped of voice
and musical reinforcement
would seriously have to
up their game when it
comes to writing lyrics
If you are like me
unable to play an instrument
or sing without scaring away
dogs and small children
your days as well as mine
are numbered unkind
unless
unless we make magic happen
in the minds of our readers
RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
Forum Posts: 1257
Alistair Plint
Dangerous Mind
29
Joined 24th July 2012Forum Posts: 1257
Give it Steam, Honey
Cogs and gears
spurn then turn
steel lips and
brass nipples burn
Black top-hats
aeronautical goggles
with a dark green furn
Shades of spring mornings
protected under awnings
brollies of silk
in mechanical robots
yawnings
As oil warms
hydraulics speak
frogs crow
ladybirds squeak
Screaming leather
latex spats, drying milk
Crying fur
covers shoulders
in tacky old overcoats
Trains spray temperamental steam
brass horns blowing
whistled sonnets
in loves loud screams
Auburn hair locks
and darkly lined
eyes with matching lips
move
"Oh, thank you kind sir"
she nods
as they pass the Java
jug
brewed by the barrister's
dream team
[!]
20th hosiery seam
LobodeSanPedro
Forum Posts: 3304
Tyrant of Words
109
Joined 16th Apr 2013Forum Posts: 3304
over under
Scared money
Don't make money
But whose money
Are we playing with
I get y'all waiting for me
to fuck it all up
that's my leagacy
One of weakness and surrender
A mind likely to succumb to
The zoolophilous screams
Of the choir
Raising the Holy Ghost
Somebody's caught him
Same lady I saw cursing
In the candy store cause she claims
The man cheated her for a dollar
She's a hustler though
Puts in five in the collection basket
Takes ten as her change for the
Twenty she claims is hers
Collard greens
Biscuits and gravy
Smothered Pork chops
Gin
The good deacons supper
Before he goes home
to his wife and kids
They make plans that
don't include me
He figures I'll be dead
Or in jail
By the time they run off
Safe bet
Most would say
Five to ten
Over or under
Bet the over
I tell my closest friends
Cause one Sunday afternoon
I'm gonna gut him
While he naps
Stomach filled with cornbread
His eyes dripping gin
Scared money
Don't make money
But whose money
Are we playing with
I get y'all waiting for me
to fuck it all up
that's my leagacy
One of weakness and surrender
A mind likely to succumb to
The zoolophilous screams
Of the choir
Raising the Holy Ghost
Somebody's caught him
Same lady I saw cursing
In the candy store cause she claims
The man cheated her for a dollar
She's a hustler though
Puts in five in the collection basket
Takes ten as her change for the
Twenty she claims is hers
Collard greens
Biscuits and gravy
Smothered Pork chops
Gin
The good deacons supper
Before he goes home
to his wife and kids
They make plans that
don't include me
He figures I'll be dead
Or in jail
By the time they run off
Safe bet
Most would say
Five to ten
Over or under
Bet the over
I tell my closest friends
Cause one Sunday afternoon
I'm gonna gut him
While he naps
Stomach filled with cornbread
His eyes dripping gin
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
154
Joined 9th Nov 2015 Forum Posts: 5134
April 20 ( NaPoWriMo 2017)
Born To It
When I was smallest size before I walked
And only had two stumps for baby teeth,
I felt I knew the words when I would squawk,
The meaning of that sound ran underneath.
I hoped the people so high understood,
They waited for the day when I could talk.
Until I could I loved to pantomime,
It came as natural to me as a dance.
A friend who all of two taught me to sign,
My little hands like wings in signing stance.
The first word that I spoke I shouted 'HORSE!',
Became a poet thinking of a rhyme.
(You know how girls love ponies most of course.)
JohnnyBlaze
Forum Posts: 5572
Tyrant of Words
23
Joined 20th Mar 2015Forum Posts: 5572
Peoples, be proud.
As of today's end, we are 66.66666% finished with NaPo!
As of today's end, we are 66.66666% finished with NaPo!
Anonymous
be still
be still, my love
go to that place filled with hope
and peace
rest your spirit
calm your mind
reach within
and seek the quiet
wrap yourself gently in warmth
gossamer wings of love
so soft and so strong
enfold yourself
in the solace of knowing truth
in tender touch of god(dess) within
the solid strength of your soul
let silence fill you
with the beauty of its hymn
hear it with your being
until your weary heart
is once more made whole
be still, my love
go inside
be still, my love
go to that place filled with hope
and peace
rest your spirit
calm your mind
reach within
and seek the quiet
wrap yourself gently in warmth
gossamer wings of love
so soft and so strong
enfold yourself
in the solace of knowing truth
in tender touch of god(dess) within
the solid strength of your soul
let silence fill you
with the beauty of its hymn
hear it with your being
until your weary heart
is once more made whole
be still, my love
go inside
JohnnyBlaze
Forum Posts: 5572
Tyrant of Words
23
Joined 20th Mar 2015Forum Posts: 5572
20/30
Shrodinger's Cat Stuck In A Well
I am out of ideas to write poetry about
or rather
the ideas are out of me
So many there have been
in such a brief span of time
that I question whether or not
there is anything left;
memories to draw upon
abandoned song lyrics
some ongoing DRAMA
or even if
there is any ink left in the well
to dip my quill in
but the doctor I play on TV
( he's a brilliant physicist in his own mind )
insists there is
and there isn't
and that I should not look
Shrodinger's Cat Stuck In A Well
I am out of ideas to write poetry about
or rather
the ideas are out of me
So many there have been
in such a brief span of time
that I question whether or not
there is anything left;
memories to draw upon
abandoned song lyrics
some ongoing DRAMA
or even if
there is any ink left in the well
to dip my quill in
but the doctor I play on TV
( he's a brilliant physicist in his own mind )
insists there is
and there isn't
and that I should not look
Ahavati
Forum Posts: 14263
Tyrant of Words
116
Joined 11th Apr 2015Forum Posts: 14263
First, what he said:
JohnnyBlaze said:Peoples, be proud.
As of today's end, we are 66.66666% finished with NaPo!
Secondly, woot woot!
Welcome to Day 20! T-minus 11 days and counting! After you post today you're 66.66666% the way home, Poets!
We're holding strong at 21 eligible for the trophy! I predict everyone of them will finish!
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
Congratulations to our next Featured Napo Poet, Mel!
https://m.facebook.com/DUpoetry/photos/a.10154508509648665.1073741826.148635498664/10155145252193665/?type=3&source=48
JohnnyBlaze said:Peoples, be proud.
As of today's end, we are 66.66666% finished with NaPo!
Secondly, woot woot!
Welcome to Day 20! T-minus 11 days and counting! After you post today you're 66.66666% the way home, Poets!
We're holding strong at 21 eligible for the trophy! I predict everyone of them will finish!
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
Congratulations to our next Featured Napo Poet, Mel!
https://m.facebook.com/DUpoetry/photos/a.10154508509648665.1073741826.148635498664/10155145252193665/?type=3&source=48
crimsin
Unveiling
Forum Posts: 2608
Unveiling
Tyrant of Words
121
Joined 25th Jan 2011 Forum Posts: 2608
Poetic Pools
will I vent today?
this question is posed
or will I deny this muse?
I hold so much in
afraid of detonating
my own flesh
with the release
keeping close
what lies within
unless it destroy
all in its path
a beast that ravages
cuts & bites
brings people low
there is a season
for such things
once I was an alcoholic
& like a drunk
I could slam head on
into oncoming ideas
without being harmed
I no longer wear my liquor armor
my soul is sensitive
to the present temperature
of the poetic waters
I & others tread in
I fear causing a vortex
that would swallow us all
if I stirred these pools
for now I tread water
skimming the surface
of my feelings
they may lack luster
the day will come
when I can again dive deep
into the acidic sea
without being burned
for now ignorance is bliss
Copyright © 2017 Crimsin. All Rights Reserved
will I vent today?
this question is posed
or will I deny this muse?
I hold so much in
afraid of detonating
my own flesh
with the release
keeping close
what lies within
unless it destroy
all in its path
a beast that ravages
cuts & bites
brings people low
there is a season
for such things
once I was an alcoholic
& like a drunk
I could slam head on
into oncoming ideas
without being harmed
I no longer wear my liquor armor
my soul is sensitive
to the present temperature
of the poetic waters
I & others tread in
I fear causing a vortex
that would swallow us all
if I stirred these pools
for now I tread water
skimming the surface
of my feelings
they may lack luster
the day will come
when I can again dive deep
into the acidic sea
without being burned
for now ignorance is bliss
Copyright © 2017 Crimsin. All Rights Reserved
RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
Forum Posts: 1257
Alistair Plint
Dangerous Mind
29
Joined 24th July 2012Forum Posts: 1257
Two Decades In Value & Rent.
Shackled hands hold
translucent tea cups
in shivers of fear
with two spoons of
"I don't give a fuck"
stirred gently into
"Oh No! not again"
They asked for honey
were fed white sugar
and the green in the tea
got greener and greener
as the stocks cost more and more
Mother watched her flock
fall into dreamy sleep
before she tackled her chores
Father read the evening news
No one noticed the basketball
score
Taken lightly
the silence would be golden
silver clouds in castled sets
all out dates
holding clover
in late night bets
truth beholden
it's the back light sense
that breaks
night's silence
in tones that heaven sent
The local sheep dog
scratched a patch
in the main
bedroom tent
then barked at the postman
till a his biscuit ear
was bent
[#]
I got excited so a ladled the bank with the 20th Cent!
sankara
Joined 24th Feb 2017
Forum Posts: 12
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 12
haha I did this exact thing in february, it's very difficult to write one poem a day but extremely satisfying.