NaPoWriMo2017 Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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napowrimo2017 seeking friendly advice poems. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
posterity
Posterity
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
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Month Compilation
I need more time':
a panicked entry before
the twelfth chime.
'Curb Life':
flowery thoughts
amidst strife.
'Elusive Sleep':
early insomniac
before the sweep.
'Sleeping Dragon':
slumbering town
untouched by wagon.
'Chance would be a fine thing indeed':
fickle fortune favours the bold
as a philosophy to succeed.
'Ode to Leander':
warship tribute
by this gander.
'Vexation':
irritation
causation.
'The Beautiful Burger':
culinary idealisation ...
a panicked entry before
the twelfth chime.
'Curb Life':
flowery thoughts
amidst strife.
'Elusive Sleep':
early insomniac
before the sweep.
'Sleeping Dragon':
slumbering town
untouched by wagon.
'Chance would be a fine thing indeed':
fickle fortune favours the bold
as a philosophy to succeed.
'Ode to Leander':
warship tribute
by this gander.
'Vexation':
irritation
causation.
'The Beautiful Burger':
culinary idealisation ...
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Nursery II
Do not break the cell from within
Of wing'd soul that floats the lab'rinth
Tending deepest niches sightless
In its world of total darkness
Of impending writhing epic
In the wards of deep pandemic
Life with tender strike & purging
From its flight, this like, this surgeon
To the parasites no quarter
By this epidemic thwarter
Cosmos flares of ash in shatters
Second coming rise dark matter
The cure behind the anal sun
Forgiveness of the Ancient One
If not too late to resurrect ...
Of wing'd soul that floats the lab'rinth
Tending deepest niches sightless
In its world of total darkness
Of impending writhing epic
In the wards of deep pandemic
Life with tender strike & purging
From its flight, this like, this surgeon
To the parasites no quarter
By this epidemic thwarter
Cosmos flares of ash in shatters
Second coming rise dark matter
The cure behind the anal sun
Forgiveness of the Ancient One
If not too late to resurrect ...
#universe
#NaPoWriMo2017
#astronomy #stars
#astronomy #stars
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For what it is worth
Once more unto the breach
of the peace
dear friends and fiends
once more our words live,
blathering, slathering and gathering
to put pen to paper
or lines via laptop
or communion by computer
or tales by tablet.
Each one a tale in itself
with accompanying profile pictures
which are tableaus unto themselves
screaming and jostling for attention
or merely stating the miserably mundane
or building wonders with words;
possibly trying to do one of those things
as the world turns
and time eats away at our essence ...
of the peace
dear friends and fiends
once more our words live,
blathering, slathering and gathering
to put pen to paper
or lines via laptop
or communion by computer
or tales by tablet.
Each one a tale in itself
with accompanying profile pictures
which are tableaus unto themselves
screaming and jostling for attention
or merely stating the miserably mundane
or building wonders with words;
possibly trying to do one of those things
as the world turns
and time eats away at our essence ...
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#WritingPoetry
#technology #LifeAsAWriter
#technology #LifeAsAWriter
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Apocalypse
The messenger came in, spoke in his ear,
The one who had received in morning's light,
Of what had come to pass just then that year;
His eyes grew & drew in their hardened sight.
The flames began to flicker at his feet,
The news befalling those in their last breath.
Such unbelieving sadness from its heat
In moments of a generation's death.
The third all-seeing eye that knew their fate,
When destined, one-by-one, as was foretold.
Of all the man-made temples built on...
The one who had received in morning's light,
Of what had come to pass just then that year;
His eyes grew & drew in their hardened sight.
The flames began to flicker at his feet,
The news befalling those in their last breath.
Such unbelieving sadness from its heat
In moments of a generation's death.
The third all-seeing eye that knew their fate,
When destined, one-by-one, as was foretold.
Of all the man-made temples built on...
#greed
#LifeStruggles
#religion
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#humankind
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Quest
A dreary dusk has settled on my mind
The rain falls softly on my window pane,
As rain comes down upon my lonely heart
With thoughts of him like raindrops' coldest stain.
Why does the heart insist on this behest,
A weight that cannot test my agony
That cannot mend the gap we both endure
That will not give the answer in our need.
And so it goes throughout the gentle night
While I in mourning set aside my rest.
The drone of showers robs me of my peace
For keeping vigil in my tender quest.
...
The rain falls softly on my window pane,
As rain comes down upon my lonely heart
With thoughts of him like raindrops' coldest stain.
Why does the heart insist on this behest,
A weight that cannot test my agony
That cannot mend the gap we both endure
That will not give the answer in our need.
And so it goes throughout the gentle night
While I in mourning set aside my rest.
The drone of showers robs me of my peace
For keeping vigil in my tender quest.
...
#love
#loneliness
#rain #NaPoWriMo2017
#rain #NaPoWriMo2017
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Fashionista! #2: Tiger’s Spring
I'm Fashionista, how I love the spring,
With flowers scented all the colors gay.
I hear my darkest ravings rise to bring
My crave for blooded sport in which I play.
The Apple large that everyone calls Big,
Has been my plaything since I came to town.
I own Manhattan Upper from my digs,
With line of trendy fans who hang around.
While stalking, walking down Sixth Avenue,
I stop at Reicher's Deli near the park.
The smells are irresistible, the view.
They all look like the...
With flowers scented all the colors gay.
I hear my darkest ravings rise to bring
My crave for blooded sport in which I play.
The Apple large that everyone calls Big,
Has been my plaything since I came to town.
I own Manhattan Upper from my digs,
With line of trendy fans who hang around.
While stalking, walking down Sixth Avenue,
I stop at Reicher's Deli near the park.
The smells are irresistible, the view.
They all look like the...
#dark
#city
#NaPoWriMo2017
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Visitor
Did you feel it, or might've seen it
But didn't hear it as it flew by us
Closest encounter in the past ten years
From a passer-by, the weirdest shaped rock
You ever did see, a quarter mile wide
It happened last night depending on where
You happen to be, and guess just how close
This visitor reached to making contact
With a monster splash or a ton of dust
Making a crater about five miles wide
Flyby: a million miles, is that far from you?
Rethink that while I say, only five times
Than our cousin Moon...
But didn't hear it as it flew by us
Closest encounter in the past ten years
From a passer-by, the weirdest shaped rock
You ever did see, a quarter mile wide
It happened last night depending on where
You happen to be, and guess just how close
This visitor reached to making contact
With a monster splash or a ton of dust
Making a crater about five miles wide
Flyby: a million miles, is that far from you?
Rethink that while I say, only five times
Than our cousin Moon...
#universe
#NaPoWriMo2017
#astronomy
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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 looking for a rhyme.
...
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 looking for a rhyme.
...
#childhood
#NaPoWriMo2017
#myself
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A 60's Muse
From what I knew of model shoots,
Her coiffed long hair of blonde corn silk,
And pouty lips with gaped front teeth,
She looked like nothing I had seen.
This Kenyan girl came from the wild,
A London rave in magazines,
So tall with grace and shapely legs,
Would turn the heads of ev'ry fan.
But early in her new career
Of Mary Quant and Carnaby,
A handsome boy of rocker fame
Would meet her on a movie set.
He asked her out but she declined,
She didn't know just who...
Her coiffed long hair of blonde corn silk,
And pouty lips with gaped front teeth,
She looked like nothing I had seen.
This Kenyan girl came from the wild,
A London rave in magazines,
So tall with grace and shapely legs,
Would turn the heads of ev'ry fan.
But early in her new career
Of Mary Quant and Carnaby,
A handsome boy of rocker fame
Would meet her on a movie set.
He asked her out but she declined,
She didn't know just who...
#NaPoWriMo2017
#PopCulture
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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
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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
April 18 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )
#death
#NaPoWriMo2017
#lover
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Until That Day
Was it London, Paris or Rome?
Strangers who’s stars had crossed and yet
Better than that, on the Internet
Where we met in each other’s home!
The first real-time meeting one day!
Will I be shy (I'm not!), will he?
Shall I betray a quaking she
Who lives a life with feet of clay?
I giggle at those words I say
That I just now have written.
He knows how much I like to chat,
I’m worse though when I’m smitten!
Oh how he loves my chirpy voice,
Unless he calls when I’m asleep.
I just adore to...
Strangers who’s stars had crossed and yet
Better than that, on the Internet
Where we met in each other’s home!
The first real-time meeting one day!
Will I be shy (I'm not!), will he?
Shall I betray a quaking she
Who lives a life with feet of clay?
I giggle at those words I say
That I just now have written.
He knows how much I like to chat,
I’m worse though when I’m smitten!
Oh how he loves my chirpy voice,
Unless he calls when I’m asleep.
I just adore to...
#love
#romantic
#ILoveYou #NaPoWriMo2017
#ILoveYou #NaPoWriMo2017
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