Official DUP NAPOWRIMO (National Poetry Writing Month) 2017
Ghost (Companion) Ship
I would like a dog,
a big bold one
such as a black and white border collie or
golden retriever
or brown german shepherd,
with a nose to smell out adventure
to fill that gaping gap I have;
a companion to walk the world with
to exercise the body in the fresh air
and exorcise my inside demons.
Though saying that,
I would very much like a girlfriend,
yet the colour does not matter so much here,
its more how she lives and makes me feel
open my heart to a world of wonder
and make each moment a thrill
her eyes will sparkle
with a seductive smile.
In truth
I would like and love
them both,
as it is not the dark moments that are the worst;
it is the times when even time stands still
and I turn to nobody
to share the joy I see in the world
and the tenderness of a moment.
(Day and Entry 21, Submitted 19:50 GMT)
I would like a dog,
a big bold one
such as a black and white border collie or
golden retriever
or brown german shepherd,
with a nose to smell out adventure
to fill that gaping gap I have;
a companion to walk the world with
to exercise the body in the fresh air
and exorcise my inside demons.
Though saying that,
I would very much like a girlfriend,
yet the colour does not matter so much here,
its more how she lives and makes me feel
open my heart to a world of wonder
and make each moment a thrill
her eyes will sparkle
with a seductive smile.
In truth
I would like and love
them both,
as it is not the dark moments that are the worst;
it is the times when even time stands still
and I turn to nobody
to share the joy I see in the world
and the tenderness of a moment.
(Day and Entry 21, Submitted 19:50 GMT)
21/30
The Wonder Woman Years
Not many of the neighbors
got to see how fiercely feminine
I was in my homemade
Wonder Woman costume
but the raincoat fending off
cold drizzle didn't slow my charge
into battle down the sidewalks
in the pursuit of Liberty, Justice
and Snickers Bars
I wasn't just any Amazon either
As evidenced by a long flowing
black mane courtesy of Ben Franklin
I was Lynda Carter
the most beautiful woman ever
to walk the face of the Earth
or fly around it in her own plane
My older brother and his friends
always teased me about my
fascination with the super heroine
saying on numerous occasions
Princess Diana was a dyke
from the Island of Lesbos
It would be a few more years
before I learned what
they were giggling about
but once I understood
I loved her even more
and began to love myself
The Wonder Woman Years
Not many of the neighbors
got to see how fiercely feminine
I was in my homemade
Wonder Woman costume
but the raincoat fending off
cold drizzle didn't slow my charge
into battle down the sidewalks
in the pursuit of Liberty, Justice
and Snickers Bars
I wasn't just any Amazon either
As evidenced by a long flowing
black mane courtesy of Ben Franklin
I was Lynda Carter
the most beautiful woman ever
to walk the face of the Earth
or fly around it in her own plane
My older brother and his friends
always teased me about my
fascination with the super heroine
saying on numerous occasions
Princess Diana was a dyke
from the Island of Lesbos
It would be a few more years
before I learned what
they were giggling about
but once I understood
I loved her even more
and began to love myself
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XI. Experience: Phase 1 Integration, Kindergarten
( Southeastern USA )
Satchels, penny loafers and laced bobby socks
crayons, playgrounds, and segregated groups;
different water fountains, separate toilets;
Was I alone in my confusion of this edict.
No one discussed it; it wasn’t questionable;
you were expected to adhere to its unwritten
law with not talking in the hall, or chewing
gum inside the playroom during class.
The division bell and distance between us
so palpable to the conscience it becomes
our first choice: concede or resist, only to be
slapped by Whites for loving Coloreds as is.
The fog of repression creeps into thoughts
until an army of wordless soldiers is born,
recognizing a silent allegiance to a cause
we were too young to even understand,
And certainly didn’t learn at home.
Or not from my parents.
At six-years-old I chose an arterial Blue
Belief to contrast a superficially Red hate;
however, failed to bleed for fear of bullies
slapping our face on the playground.
Even today I feel the sting across my cheek
and deep regret for not having slapped back
despite how much bigger they seemed to be,
when really, they were so much smaller than me.
...
XI. Experience: Phase 1 Integration, Kindergarten
( Southeastern USA )
Satchels, penny loafers and laced bobby socks
crayons, playgrounds, and segregated groups;
different water fountains, separate toilets;
Was I alone in my confusion of this edict.
No one discussed it; it wasn’t questionable;
you were expected to adhere to its unwritten
law with not talking in the hall, or chewing
gum inside the playroom during class.
The division bell and distance between us
so palpable to the conscience it becomes
our first choice: concede or resist, only to be
slapped by Whites for loving Coloreds as is.
The fog of repression creeps into thoughts
until an army of wordless soldiers is born,
recognizing a silent allegiance to a cause
we were too young to even understand,
And certainly didn’t learn at home.
Or not from my parents.
At six-years-old I chose an arterial Blue
Belief to contrast a superficially Red hate;
however, failed to bleed for fear of bullies
slapping our face on the playground.
Even today I feel the sting across my cheek
and deep regret for not having slapped back
despite how much bigger they seemed to be,
when really, they were so much smaller than me.
...
Easier to Leave
You did not know
How hard it could be
To let go of a poison
Stronger than me
You held on to hope
One day she will be well
Not knowing your contribution
As I drifted into hell
Knowing not spiteful
But nonetheless
My illness fed
I began to regress
Lithium did not cure
My unworthiness
No chemical fix
For purposelessness
Feelings from my past
Of never quite enough
Despite your encouragement
I fled in a huff
In my addiction
I always lied
Because you saw me
A shame I could not hide
You did not know
How hard it could be
To let go of a poison
Stronger than me
You held on to hope
One day she will be well
Not knowing your contribution
As I drifted into hell
Knowing not spiteful
But nonetheless
My illness fed
I began to regress
Lithium did not cure
My unworthiness
No chemical fix
For purposelessness
Feelings from my past
Of never quite enough
Despite your encouragement
I fled in a huff
In my addiction
I always lied
Because you saw me
A shame I could not hide
DaisyGrace said:i will get caught up. i will get caught up. I WILL GET CAUGHT UP!
do you think if i say it enough, it will come true? i've got some banked, but these past two days have been nightmares.
JohnnyBlaze said:
Clear your head and repeat after me
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am ........
Come on Daisy! I'll say it with you walking arm in arm down the home stretch!
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am ........
do you think if i say it enough, it will come true? i've got some banked, but these past two days have been nightmares.
JohnnyBlaze said:
Clear your head and repeat after me
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am ........
Come on Daisy! I'll say it with you walking arm in arm down the home stretch!
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am ........
Anonymous
are we there yet?!
21.04.17. poem 21 of 30
i forsook meals
between
holding down two jobs
& ensuring that
the tiny dictator is kept alive
while i mopped up grey matter
from where it spilled
at least fourteen days ago
because i forgot
the memo to myself
on the memo to myself
to remember the memo
about cleaning
brains from my lapel
before the pta noticed
& revoked
my licence to cupcake.
i regret to confess
i have yet to
shave my legs this month
& my matte black mani
is chipped to hell
because
poetry
theres cheeto dust on
my gym pants
because i
don't even lift bro
because poetry.
21.04.17. poem 21 of 30
i forsook meals
between
holding down two jobs
& ensuring that
the tiny dictator is kept alive
while i mopped up grey matter
from where it spilled
at least fourteen days ago
because i forgot
the memo to myself
on the memo to myself
to remember the memo
about cleaning
brains from my lapel
before the pta noticed
& revoked
my licence to cupcake.
i regret to confess
i have yet to
shave my legs this month
& my matte black mani
is chipped to hell
because
poetry
theres cheeto dust on
my gym pants
because i
don't even lift bro
because poetry.
Anonymous
Ahavati said:
*skipping with you*
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am ........
this is no time for skipping vati
my bake sale credentials were at stake because of off center frosting
the shame of it all. too much to bare
i'm hobbling along tho
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am ........
*skipping with you*
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am ........
this is no time for skipping vati
my bake sale credentials were at stake because of off center frosting
the shame of it all. too much to bare
i'm hobbling along tho
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am ........
Earth_Child said:
this is no time for skipping vati
my bake sale credentials were at stake because of off center frosting
the shame of it all. too much to bare
i'm hobbling along tho
NOOOOOOOO! Not...cringes...o (I can't even say it!)...o...of...off...centeredfrosting!!!!!
The HORROR of it all!
Lets get out of Dodge...
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am ........
this is no time for skipping vati
my bake sale credentials were at stake because of off center frosting
the shame of it all. too much to bare
i'm hobbling along tho
NOOOOOOOO! Not...cringes...o (I can't even say it!)...o...of...off...centeredfrosting!!!!!
The HORROR of it all!
Lets get out of Dodge...
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am ........
Precursor
Marriage was, for me, utter carnage
Like a house where no one takes out the garbage
It was just the precursor for divorce
Fighting and shouting until both are hoarse
Marriage was just a punishment from above
For being foolish enough to fall in love
Marriage for sex was such a mistake
The earth didn’t move, the ground didn’t shake
Marriage left me standing in queues
With her constantly buying handbags and shoes
Marriage was supposed to be honest
It certainly wasn’t what she had promised
Marriage made us fill the baby carriage
But never taught us how to deal with a miscarriage
Marriage was an emotional merry go round
Like a broken clock that she over wound
The odour of fighting that would nightly linger
All as a result of a ring I put on your finger
You gave me just one thing profound
You made me desire my hole in the ground
Or maybe my desire was really just for you
To find somebody else, easier to screw
Marriage was, for me, utter carnage
It’s time for me to take out the garbage
Marriage was, for me, utter carnage
Like a house where no one takes out the garbage
It was just the precursor for divorce
Fighting and shouting until both are hoarse
Marriage was just a punishment from above
For being foolish enough to fall in love
Marriage for sex was such a mistake
The earth didn’t move, the ground didn’t shake
Marriage left me standing in queues
With her constantly buying handbags and shoes
Marriage was supposed to be honest
It certainly wasn’t what she had promised
Marriage made us fill the baby carriage
But never taught us how to deal with a miscarriage
Marriage was an emotional merry go round
Like a broken clock that she over wound
The odour of fighting that would nightly linger
All as a result of a ring I put on your finger
You gave me just one thing profound
You made me desire my hole in the ground
Or maybe my desire was really just for you
To find somebody else, easier to screw
Marriage was, for me, utter carnage
It’s time for me to take out the garbage
21/30
Art
Art doesn't imitate life
Life is art
And you are most successful at creating it
when your drawing hands aren't tensed up
as you fret over how it is going to turn out
so worried that it won't be perfect
or you will screw it up beyond repair
and have to start over from scratch
focusing your energies on all the ways
you can prevent it from being ruined
instead of creating what you want
and taking it for granted
it will happen
Art
Art doesn't imitate life
Life is art
And you are most successful at creating it
when your drawing hands aren't tensed up
as you fret over how it is going to turn out
so worried that it won't be perfect
or you will screw it up beyond repair
and have to start over from scratch
focusing your energies on all the ways
you can prevent it from being ruined
instead of creating what you want
and taking it for granted
it will happen
April 21—Not Just an Asshole, But The Hair Around It, Too
Moving day—up early, everyone, let’s
finish packing and clean, like
crazy; yes, that should have been done
on a regular basis,
cleaning….
Ah, college students—
no more words necessary.
Now the neighbors—they’re
a different story; yelling at us,
Mom and college kids, for
parking a U-Haul truck
in their parking spot in front
of the door.
Are you fucking kidding me??
Open parking lot, no assigned
spaces—yup, you’re not only an
asshole,
you’re also the hair around it.
I drove two hours to get here,
spent another ten helping
my daughter move,
(thank God her friends helped, too)
and you go off on us like some fucktard??
I should have whacked your shitbox
of a car, with the skis, and
broken the other side of your
windshield—there, it matches the
passenger side now.
Asshole,
Asshole,
Asshole…..!
Bye, bye—all done
with inner- city Hartford.
Moving day—up early, everyone, let’s
finish packing and clean, like
crazy; yes, that should have been done
on a regular basis,
cleaning….
Ah, college students—
no more words necessary.
Now the neighbors—they’re
a different story; yelling at us,
Mom and college kids, for
parking a U-Haul truck
in their parking spot in front
of the door.
Are you fucking kidding me??
Open parking lot, no assigned
spaces—yup, you’re not only an
asshole,
you’re also the hair around it.
I drove two hours to get here,
spent another ten helping
my daughter move,
(thank God her friends helped, too)
and you go off on us like some fucktard??
I should have whacked your shitbox
of a car, with the skis, and
broken the other side of your
windshield—there, it matches the
passenger side now.
Asshole,
Asshole,
Asshole…..!
Bye, bye—all done
with inner- city Hartford.
Reflections of the mother
I watched
as a single cloud
traveled in the opposite direction
to the other clouds above
riding it's own currant
till it faded away
off into the horizon
then I noticed
several other solitary clouds
all traveling
in the same direction
like lost souls
their tears
to rain upon us
for in nature there is a reflection
of all of us
if only we open
our eyes
to see
somewhere within the confines
of this concrete jungle
there is a scattered gathering
of lost souls
each with a candle in hand
a sole gesture
to one who has fallen
for they were all
brothers & sisters
of different mothers & misters
married by the spoon
reflections
of tombstones
in eyes
that no longer recognize
who they once were or could have been
only where they are going
& the rain keeps falling down
04212017
I watched
as a single cloud
traveled in the opposite direction
to the other clouds above
riding it's own currant
till it faded away
off into the horizon
then I noticed
several other solitary clouds
all traveling
in the same direction
like lost souls
their tears
to rain upon us
for in nature there is a reflection
of all of us
if only we open
our eyes
to see
somewhere within the confines
of this concrete jungle
there is a scattered gathering
of lost souls
each with a candle in hand
a sole gesture
to one who has fallen
for they were all
brothers & sisters
of different mothers & misters
married by the spoon
reflections
of tombstones
in eyes
that no longer recognize
who they once were or could have been
only where they are going
& the rain keeps falling down
04212017
Handy capped law and toad dreams
taxing the innocent
freeing guilt
making the rapist
president
turning murderers into
heroes
and thieves into police
grinding racism
until
walls separate love
and hate seeps through
the Internet gate
they celebrate wrongs
giving life to the
evil
while they call it
good
and you have to have it
then they wrap it in cellophane
give it a bow
the call it democracy
I call it Zumacracy
and point the failiure
at the A
and N
then C
I'm thinking of a career change
and I can't decide
if it should be with
government
or the private sector
either way at this stage
the love for the rainbow
has died
[$]
for the 22nd I cried
