Official DUP NAPOWRIMO (National Poetry Writing Month) 2017
#24? Correct, Mel? ^
Hey guys, can we start numbering. We're so far into this now it's difficult for me to go back through 40+ pages to count when you ask. I'm doing my best to keep a record, but I'm just as worn out as you! Especially going through these pages!"
Thank you! We're almost home!! 🏡 ❤
I believe I am at 23 as of yesterday. I owe one for today and will post number from now on. Thank You Ahavati:)
Hey guys, can we start numbering. We're so far into this now it's difficult for me to go back through 40+ pages to count when you ask. I'm doing my best to keep a record, but I'm just as worn out as you! Especially going through these pages!"
Thank you! We're almost home!! 🏡 ❤
I believe I am at 23 as of yesterday. I owe one for today and will post number from now on. Thank You Ahavati:)
Welcome to the FINAL MONDAY, Team Napo Poets! It's Day 24 and we're T-minus 7 days and counting! This time next Monday you'll wake groanin' then not know what to do with yourself!
We're holding strong at 21 tired, dedicated, and determined DU Poets eligible for that 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
Congratulations to our next Featured Napo Poet, Whale!
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We're holding strong at 21 tired, dedicated, and determined DU Poets eligible for that 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
Congratulations to our next Featured Napo Poet, Whale!
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Every Now And Again
the poets 25th page
is always
a riveting expression
of state
and affairs
of motive
and operandi
of status
and quo
as we reflect on the lives
of twenty five
I realized that the bra slapping broads
in this saloon
had their nickers
on the wrong heads
they should be eying that
British woman
drawing the curtains with the
seductive eyes
who the hell looks like that at
forty four
Or the skirt with the
Marilyn Monroe
inner thigh
air
conditioning
and the lipstick on the screen
Not to mention
the legs
on the Gem stone
with the tiger's eye
A little bit of Mary has been had
some Sally
(yeah that was sad)
Lavender and the cat
Bronson got mad
but hell if you going to throw
your nickers about
I'm in the front row
and yes
yes
I'll whistle & shout!
25th
Anonymous
dodged the bullet
thickened thoughts choke with just a glance
knowing you’re watching
I can’t stop the trembling of my hands
this wasn’t supposed to happen
bumping into you here like this
careful avoidance practiced for so long
the last words you uttered left me just as shaky
fear has that affect
promises of violence
me lying bleeding in the street
do you remember saying those words to me?
I watch with shuttered eyes
waiting for recognition
for the fury
and the scarlet haze to rise
brace myself
for that first lethal step
but you clearly have no idea
no memories have been sparked
and for that I’m deeply grateful
realizing you no longer know me
deep breath and I remember
you never really did
thickened thoughts choke with just a glance
knowing you’re watching
I can’t stop the trembling of my hands
this wasn’t supposed to happen
bumping into you here like this
careful avoidance practiced for so long
the last words you uttered left me just as shaky
fear has that affect
promises of violence
me lying bleeding in the street
do you remember saying those words to me?
I watch with shuttered eyes
waiting for recognition
for the fury
and the scarlet haze to rise
brace myself
for that first lethal step
but you clearly have no idea
no memories have been sparked
and for that I’m deeply grateful
realizing you no longer know me
deep breath and I remember
you never really did
Ancient Murmurs
I'm in a lonesome place
I talk to the sea
it stays hushed & silent
the waves don't utter their secrets
the sea spray
kisses my skin
& says in time my friend
you will one day have the key
to unlock my wisdom
the wind blows across my face
whips my hair about
I can't decipher it's bold language
it's foreign to me
I'm on the steps to change
they lead up or down
I'm on a landing
not knowing which way to go
a wise man would say
go up if you wish to reach the summit
I've already beheld
the bowels of the Earth
the mountains lay witness
to all that unfolds
within in nature & mankind
I want my blindfold removed
to decode the ancient murmurs
the primal stirrings within me
to understand
& so it is said
so shall it be
Copyright © 2017 Crimsin. All Rights Reserved
#25 of 30
I'm in a lonesome place
I talk to the sea
it stays hushed & silent
the waves don't utter their secrets
the sea spray
kisses my skin
& says in time my friend
you will one day have the key
to unlock my wisdom
the wind blows across my face
whips my hair about
I can't decipher it's bold language
it's foreign to me
I'm on the steps to change
they lead up or down
I'm on a landing
not knowing which way to go
a wise man would say
go up if you wish to reach the summit
I've already beheld
the bowels of the Earth
the mountains lay witness
to all that unfolds
within in nature & mankind
I want my blindfold removed
to decode the ancient murmurs
the primal stirrings within me
to understand
& so it is said
so shall it be
Copyright © 2017 Crimsin. All Rights Reserved
#25 of 30
Anonymous
23/30
can't
There's plenty of Time
or never enough of it
and you're in between
making the excuses
for why this is possible
and that can't be done
with the amount given
Substitute Time with Luck
Luck with Money
Money with Love
and so forth
Accepting this for what
it is - Truth, you begin the
journey of taking responsibility
for having a hand in the
creation of how your world
unfolds on a daily basis
You don't get the luxury of
playing the blame game
as you were accustomed to
but you do get to take
credit for your successes
from now on rather than
attributing these to forces
beyond your control
Existence is a canvass
Recognize the paint brush
and color palette in your hands
and there is nothing you can't
do in this life short of regenerating
a missing limb or dying organ
Get to know the photographer
behind the camera presenting you
with what you see in the framed
succession of moments parading
through your cerebral cortex
for there is more of you
than meets the eye
on the other side of the lens
than you've ever believed was
possible
There's plenty of Time
or never enough of it
and you're in between
making the excuses
for why this is possible
and that can't be done
with the amount given
Substitute Time with Luck
Luck with Money
Money with Love
and so forth
Accepting this for what
it is - Truth, you begin the
journey of taking responsibility
for having a hand in the
creation of how your world
unfolds on a daily basis
You don't get the luxury of
playing the blame game
as you were accustomed to
but you do get to take
credit for your successes
from now on rather than
attributing these to forces
beyond your control
Existence is a canvass
Recognize the paint brush
and color palette in your hands
and there is nothing you can't
do in this life short of regenerating
a missing limb or dying organ
Get to know the photographer
behind the camera presenting you
with what you see in the framed
succession of moments parading
through your cerebral cortex
for there is more of you
than meets the eye
on the other side of the lens
than you've ever believed was
possible
Anonymous
24/30
Legion
These are certainly trying times
when all you see are people dying
from crimes against Humanity
atrocities committed by covetous
morons out of greed and vanity
So, I propose to you a choice
Give me one of your children
to raise as my own and I will
spare your entire community
the annihilation to come if
you don't comply
I am not a devil greater
than any of the gods who
already see it fit to let you
destroy yourselves
You know me only as Linoge
I am Legion
the lesser of greater demons
you must now choose from
inspired by Stephen King's Storm Of The Century mini-series
Legion
These are certainly trying times
when all you see are people dying
from crimes against Humanity
atrocities committed by covetous
morons out of greed and vanity
So, I propose to you a choice
Give me one of your children
to raise as my own and I will
spare your entire community
the annihilation to come if
you don't comply
I am not a devil greater
than any of the gods who
already see it fit to let you
destroy yourselves
You know me only as Linoge
I am Legion
the lesser of greater demons
you must now choose from
inspired by Stephen King's Storm Of The Century mini-series
Anonymous
22/30
Building Hotels For The Insane
Insanity
is a monopoly
on all kinds of crazy with its own
GET OUT OF JAIL FREE
card
It's certainly helped me
get out of many trick
sticky situations
You merely have to believe
there are solutions to problems
ready available
or
believe there are no problems at all
Pass GO and collect two-hundred dollars
or wait for someone or something
to come along and bail you out
Either way
reality is a hotel
constantly undergoing construction
when you go against
the grain of logic
by traveling the board in
counter clockwise fashion
Building Hotels For The Insane
Insanity
is a monopoly
on all kinds of crazy with its own
GET OUT OF JAIL FREE
card
It's certainly helped me
get out of many trick
sticky situations
You merely have to believe
there are solutions to problems
ready available
or
believe there are no problems at all
Pass GO and collect two-hundred dollars
or wait for someone or something
to come along and bail you out
Either way
reality is a hotel
constantly undergoing construction
when you go against
the grain of logic
by traveling the board in
counter clockwise fashion
Anonymous
23/30
We Are And We Are Not
who we say we are
from one day to the next
is subject to change
To be convinced
you can never be this other person
is to never be this other person
convinced he or she
could be you
As a child
you were many different
people in your imagination
and you eventually grew up to become
a few of those consolidated
a hero, an accountant, a father
As you became that man
you put away that child
you thought you no longer were
with your childish things
and without any of conscious
planning that came so natural before
you just as easily ended up
as few more individuals
you never intended to be
an angry taxpayer, a hoarder, an alcoholic
because that child
is still there calling the shots
believing he can be anyone
even those he is afraid of becoming
We Are And We Are Not
who we say we are
from one day to the next
is subject to change
To be convinced
you can never be this other person
is to never be this other person
convinced he or she
could be you
As a child
you were many different
people in your imagination
and you eventually grew up to become
a few of those consolidated
a hero, an accountant, a father
As you became that man
you put away that child
you thought you no longer were
with your childish things
and without any of conscious
planning that came so natural before
you just as easily ended up
as few more individuals
you never intended to be
an angry taxpayer, a hoarder, an alcoholic
because that child
is still there calling the shots
believing he can be anyone
even those he is afraid of becoming
Anonymous
24/30
Gods, Monsters And Men
You feel safer out there
with me in here behind
bars, the only obstacle
separating you from getting
to know the real person
I am
What you fear most
when God is dropping a church
ceiling on devoted parishioners
is being swept up in his random
acts of senseless violence
I can assure you
your death at my hands
would have much greater
meaning for the both of us
Gods, Monsters And Men
You feel safer out there
with me in here behind
bars, the only obstacle
separating you from getting
to know the real person
I am
What you fear most
when God is dropping a church
ceiling on devoted parishioners
is being swept up in his random
acts of senseless violence
I can assure you
your death at my hands
would have much greater
meaning for the both of us
Anonymous
werbepause ~ {v}
24.04.17. poem 24 of 30
i studied you
thru the ashen haze
rising in tendrils
above chipped statements
about acting your beige,
you were a chiaroscuro,
a noir collage of
all the places i'd left
& never returned to,
of walls stained in shades
of razorblades & profanity ~
... i could smell neglect
layered over peeling paint,
it leached from the ceiling
{a palpable memory,
an ode to desperation}
streaking everything i'd
tried to keep untainted,
now caked in the filth
of too many mistakes ...
*
the windows were
never washed
{dirty soul
dirty soul
dirty dirty dirty}
& i don't think i
ever felt the sun in
your overwhelming presence,
you were too much
much too much of
everything i've
had my fill of
//
24.04.17. poem 24 of 30
i studied you
thru the ashen haze
rising in tendrils
above chipped statements
about acting your beige,
you were a chiaroscuro,
a noir collage of
all the places i'd left
& never returned to,
of walls stained in shades
of razorblades & profanity ~
... i could smell neglect
layered over peeling paint,
it leached from the ceiling
{a palpable memory,
an ode to desperation}
streaking everything i'd
tried to keep untainted,
now caked in the filth
of too many mistakes ...
*
the windows were
never washed
{dirty soul
dirty soul
dirty dirty dirty}
& i don't think i
ever felt the sun in
your overwhelming presence,
you were too much
much too much of
everything i've
had my fill of
//
Meow!
I am loud and proud
Not one of the crowd
Me being bowed
Or acting kowtowed
I’ve never allowed
I’m house proud
And I’m low browed
I shout out loud
Cause I’m well endowed
Marriage I have never vowed
My mother says it’s not allowed
With her I’ve surly rowed
But haven’t wrapped her in a shroud
As a stripper I have wowed
As a farmer I have ploughed
As a cop controlled a crowd
As a trucker I’ve snow ploughed
My goals are never disallowed
I’m a street raging thundercloud
I’ve powwowed like Red Cloud
Strangely:
I own a cat but I’ve never meowed
Meow!
I am loud and proud
Not one of the crowd
Me being bowed
Or acting kowtowed
I’ve never allowed
I’m house proud
And I’m low browed
I shout out loud
Cause I’m well endowed
Marriage I have never vowed
My mother says it’s not allowed
With her I’ve surly rowed
But haven’t wrapped her in a shroud
As a stripper I have wowed
As a farmer I have ploughed
As a cop controlled a crowd
As a trucker I’ve snow ploughed
My goals are never disallowed
I’m a street raging thundercloud
I’ve powwowed like Red Cloud
Strangely:
I own a cat but I’ve never meowed
Meow!
NaPoWriMo 24/30 for April 24th, 2017
Villanelle/Terzanelle No: 24
THE KEEPER
When the world stopped turning it was three o’ clock
the animals slept in an odd dozing state
and no-one remembered the old granite rock
the sea hushed to silence, as flat as a plate
the sun ceased its flaring, embarrassed and hot
the animals slept in an odd dozing state.
They looked at each other to grasp what they’d got …
When man and woman lived naked and free
the sun ceased its flaring, embarrassed and hot
but vultures of jealousy circled the tree
dealt their intent on destroying creation
where woman and man lived naked and free.
Some cycles run longer, they turn in great patience
as pendulums swing over eons of time
to deal with intents on destroying creation.
And who keeps the secret of story and rhyme?
When the world stopped turning it was three o’ clock
a pendulum swung to reset the time
and people remembered the old granite rock.
Villanelle/Terzanelle No: 24
THE KEEPER
When the world stopped turning it was three o’ clock
the animals slept in an odd dozing state
and no-one remembered the old granite rock
the sea hushed to silence, as flat as a plate
the sun ceased its flaring, embarrassed and hot
the animals slept in an odd dozing state.
They looked at each other to grasp what they’d got …
When man and woman lived naked and free
the sun ceased its flaring, embarrassed and hot
but vultures of jealousy circled the tree
dealt their intent on destroying creation
where woman and man lived naked and free.
Some cycles run longer, they turn in great patience
as pendulums swing over eons of time
to deal with intents on destroying creation.
And who keeps the secret of story and rhyme?
When the world stopped turning it was three o’ clock
a pendulum swung to reset the time
and people remembered the old granite rock.
SMALL THINGS
Just the way she likes it
He talks fast but thinks slow
Up in the hills one tequila
Short of a mockingbird
And away we go
Each day I'm waiting for the sound
Of your heart
But time pushed us away
I say hey hombre
Este pueblo Es mio
And he hacks to the back
Of his pump jack and pulls a kilo
And she looks at me
Like she's laughing inside
Pride is a lioness
And a lioness' pride
Is her lion flyin' on Main St.
And when I look back
Through blurred eyes
The bars on the boulevard
The light on the bars
Starlets harlots Ferris wheels
As the leaf and the tree
So many small things birthed
That chased us
God help us and leave me be
We should never have let it be
Each day I'm waiting for the sound
Of your heart
But time pushed us away
Just the way she likes it
He talks fast but thinks slow
Up in the hills one tequila
Short of a mockingbird
And away we go
Each day I'm waiting for the sound
Of your heart
But time pushed us away
I say hey hombre
Este pueblo Es mio
And he hacks to the back
Of his pump jack and pulls a kilo
And she looks at me
Like she's laughing inside
Pride is a lioness
And a lioness' pride
Is her lion flyin' on Main St.
And when I look back
Through blurred eyes
The bars on the boulevard
The light on the bars
Starlets harlots Ferris wheels
As the leaf and the tree
So many small things birthed
That chased us
God help us and leave me be
We should never have let it be
Each day I'm waiting for the sound
Of your heart
But time pushed us away
