Poems About NaPoWriMo2019 Seeking Friendly Advice
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What Brought Me To Our DU
What to write what to write
while the muse is out of site
I'm just so tired of poetry
and pieces of the like
I only want to free my mind
cut out a piece for me from time
shape some words without rhythm
and written absent all this rhyme
What's that you said. the voice in head
"just open up, spill your guts,
do you really care if they think you're nuts"
Alright then, so, here it goes
it ain't poetic just silly prose
but, just to keep it from the haze
the rest is posted on my page
100...
while the muse is out of site
I'm just so tired of poetry
and pieces of the like
I only want to free my mind
cut out a piece for me from time
shape some words without rhythm
and written absent all this rhyme
What's that you said. the voice in head
"just open up, spill your guts,
do you really care if they think you're nuts"
Alright then, so, here it goes
it ain't poetic just silly prose
but, just to keep it from the haze
the rest is posted on my page
100...
#funny
#NaPoWriMo2019
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Return: Notes of an Online Journal
Return”
I find a moment’s peace sublime
While walking in the sea wind’s cold,
Where here I lose the sense of time
That had me bound in chains of old.
In grey before a morning’s gold,
I find a moment’s peace sublime.
In spite the tales of sirens told,
The ocean offers up its rhyme.
I turn to face the Maker’s prime,
As breakers come to welcome me.
I find a moment’s peace sublime,
And go to where I’m meant to be.
For all the rest I’ll give for this,
To cease the struggle of the climb. ...
I find a moment’s peace sublime
While walking in the sea wind’s cold,
Where here I lose the sense of time
That had me bound in chains of old.
In grey before a morning’s gold,
I find a moment’s peace sublime.
In spite the tales of sirens told,
The ocean offers up its rhyme.
I turn to face the Maker’s prime,
As breakers come to welcome me.
I find a moment’s peace sublime,
And go to where I’m meant to be.
For all the rest I’ll give for this,
To cease the struggle of the climb. ...
#sea
#wind
#God
#heaven
#NaPoWriMo2019
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Ghostly Haunt: Notes of an Online Journal
Ghostly Haunt
When Quiet drones the night, its ghostly haunt,
Where I may seek the reverence of prayer.
‘Tis nothing short of heaven has me daunt,
Unveiling thus to find there’s nothing there.
Caress the open wound, it beckons on,
When Quiet drones the night, its ghostly haunt.
Such peace unknown, belies a spirit wan,
As gradually, there is no Will to flaunt.
Yet even in the mist, so does it taunt,
Its shadow neigh reveals where it has gone.
When Quiet drones the night, its ghostly haunt,
Each raven flies a...
When Quiet drones the night, its ghostly haunt,
Where I may seek the reverence of prayer.
‘Tis nothing short of heaven has me daunt,
Unveiling thus to find there’s nothing there.
Caress the open wound, it beckons on,
When Quiet drones the night, its ghostly haunt.
Such peace unknown, belies a spirit wan,
As gradually, there is no Will to flaunt.
Yet even in the mist, so does it taunt,
Its shadow neigh reveals where it has gone.
When Quiet drones the night, its ghostly haunt,
Each raven flies a...
#night
#shadows
#spiritual
#ghosts
#NaPoWriMo2019
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Passion Erupts
You came out from the clouds
caressing the wind
warmed up the cold
letting excitement dive in
you straddled my lap
giving
a long hot lingering kiss
electric moments seduced
truly time not remiss
the stars lit for you
showing my way
not knowing of night
or deference of day
peace held the brush
enchantment was cupped
blossoms were sprung
as pure passion erupts
caressing the wind
warmed up the cold
letting excitement dive in
you straddled my lap
giving
a long hot lingering kiss
electric moments seduced
truly time not remiss
the stars lit for you
showing my way
not knowing of night
or deference of day
peace held the brush
enchantment was cupped
blossoms were sprung
as pure passion erupts
#love
#flowers
#spring #NaPoWriMo2019
#spring #NaPoWriMo2019
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Medicine
The spirits of every lost element
Of earth, water, fire, air
Pass thru’ stone, flesh & firmament
In the life of a star’s violent glare.
In my body & soul stir the giants
Telling me time is run out.
It’s here, now, in my defiance
That I council what I’m all about.
Is it you my old friend, hello, blessings,
I know we just met today.
It’s been years tho’ I’m professing,
I must make amends for the delay.
I miss you, do you hear & l do care,
What have we done with ourselves?
We’ll make good...
Of earth, water, fire, air
Pass thru’ stone, flesh & firmament
In the life of a star’s violent glare.
In my body & soul stir the giants
Telling me time is run out.
It’s here, now, in my defiance
That I council what I’m all about.
Is it you my old friend, hello, blessings,
I know we just met today.
It’s been years tho’ I’m professing,
I must make amends for the delay.
I miss you, do you hear & l do care,
What have we done with ourselves?
We’ll make good...
#friendship
#admiration
#respect #NaPoWriMo2019
#respect #NaPoWriMo2019
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Metachronous
Metachronous
(Twenty-Seven of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
I often wonder about us and how the universe
conspired with time. Temporal unfettered
with no constraints and freed to commit to
romantic mischief.
To what heights, what depths did we touch?
as unfathomable as the answer escapes me
the fact remains……..
You touched me
I touched You
we touched, gently spiritually while
our senses elevated due to our willingness
for transparency and vulnerability.
As each hour passes from...
(Twenty-Seven of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
I often wonder about us and how the universe
conspired with time. Temporal unfettered
with no constraints and freed to commit to
romantic mischief.
To what heights, what depths did we touch?
as unfathomable as the answer escapes me
the fact remains……..
You touched me
I touched You
we touched, gently spiritually while
our senses elevated due to our willingness
for transparency and vulnerability.
As each hour passes from...
#love
#universe
#spiritual
#NaPoWriMo2019
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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No Sea Food Feast Tonight
Water water everywhere, not just across the street
been raining here for days and days no longer is it sweet
could it be that I will see what Noah's neighbors saw
while laughing at his Ark'y craft then falling off their log
This probably ain't cute, won't suit, some further on down South
where some poor soul that I don't know, thinks, "shut your blanking mouth"
I'm not concerned, though likely earned, 'cuz He's done with what He did
and I'm not expecting delicious guests like porpoises or a squid
been raining here for days and days no longer is it sweet
could it be that I will see what Noah's neighbors saw
while laughing at his Ark'y craft then falling off their log
This probably ain't cute, won't suit, some further on down South
where some poor soul that I don't know, thinks, "shut your blanking mouth"
I'm not concerned, though likely earned, 'cuz He's done with what He did
and I'm not expecting delicious guests like porpoises or a squid
#funny
#NaPoWriMo2019
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My Ambrosia
My Ambrosia
such sweet sweet ambrosia
succulent to taste
one bite, I shan't waste
your nectars for your god
running delicately
as time waits
each morsel a pleasure piqued eruption
each nibble a fired fantasy of desire
soon we will get to know
a mixture of pure
simplicity with demure
delving in the receptors of the brain
my lips long do await
you succumb to this, our only fate
moment upon moment
daylight into darkness
tomorrow I will carry you home
such sweet sweet ambrosia
succulent to taste
one bite, I shan't waste
your nectars for your god
running delicately
as time waits
each morsel a pleasure piqued eruption
each nibble a fired fantasy of desire
soon we will get to know
a mixture of pure
simplicity with demure
delving in the receptors of the brain
my lips long do await
you succumb to this, our only fate
moment upon moment
daylight into darkness
tomorrow I will carry you home
#love
#NaPoWriMo2019
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Scratch
To scratch an itch each time the moon is full,
Is evidence, my feet in sinking sand.
And when I walk beneath the arctic pull,
The odds, I’ll sleep the night right where I stand.
The nature of myself of what I know,
To scratch an itch each time the moon is full.
Like trodding down a coast of burn and shoal,
Collecting tiny crabs for making wool.
I know with crabs there’s better things to mull;
Crab cakes with shrimp, and casserole with slaw.
To scratch an itch each time the moon is full,
I close my eyes to hear its siren call....
Is evidence, my feet in sinking sand.
And when I walk beneath the arctic pull,
The odds, I’ll sleep the night right where I stand.
The nature of myself of what I know,
To scratch an itch each time the moon is full.
Like trodding down a coast of burn and shoal,
Collecting tiny crabs for making wool.
I know with crabs there’s better things to mull;
Crab cakes with shrimp, and casserole with slaw.
To scratch an itch each time the moon is full,
I close my eyes to hear its siren call....
#moon
#nature
#lover
#passion
#NaPoWriMo2019
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Adumbrated
Adumbrated
(Twenty-Six of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
I want to tell You
wanted desperately to tell,
to say. . .
I miss You and miss You terribly today
and not just today
but today a lot.
I resist and coerce my heart to
imprison itself so You can and will
continue. . .
Live Your life,
You know, the life You are meant to live
and love before my love for You
intruded, infected and interlinked with
Your heart.
And so,
although well hidden and hidden well
...
(Twenty-Six of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
I want to tell You
wanted desperately to tell,
to say. . .
I miss You and miss You terribly today
and not just today
but today a lot.
I resist and coerce my heart to
imprison itself so You can and will
continue. . .
Live Your life,
You know, the life You are meant to live
and love before my love for You
intruded, infected and interlinked with
Your heart.
And so,
although well hidden and hidden well
...
#love
#friendship
#NaPoWriMo2019
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#strength
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Rapture: Notes of an Online Journal
Rapture”
As gravitation muscles flex,
Draws in the vice of cranium,
Its barometric pull and stretch,
Cylindrical of warpage deep.
This conflagration witch’s hex,
Repeats each minute vehement.
To have me roll my eyes and weep,
Confound and force my river spent.
Release this curse, I utter now;
We are the worshipers that bend.
Before the storm, let go the gate,
The deluge of the rapture send!
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
As gravitation muscles flex,
Draws in the vice of cranium,
Its barometric pull and stretch,
Cylindrical of warpage deep.
This conflagration witch’s hex,
Repeats each minute vehement.
To have me roll my eyes and weep,
Confound and force my river spent.
Release this curse, I utter now;
We are the worshipers that bend.
Before the storm, let go the gate,
The deluge of the rapture send!
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
#storm
#spiritual
#NaPoWriMo2019
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Night And The Madman (A Mad Dream)
I told the night, ‘I am mad’,
and The Night replied, ‘Nay, you are not,
for you wonder of it and are not quite sure’.
‘But I am certain’, I replied,
‘Nay, you are not, for you incessantly look back
to remenisce, not forward to uncharted steps’.
‘But I am like you, O Night, for my Heaven
and Hell are the same at once’.
‘Nay, you are not like me’, said The Night,
‘For you fear Heaven and are too comfortable
in Hell’.
‘But I am boundless like you, O Night’.
‘Nay, you are not, for your world is...
and The Night replied, ‘Nay, you are not,
for you wonder of it and are not quite sure’.
‘But I am certain’, I replied,
‘Nay, you are not, for you incessantly look back
to remenisce, not forward to uncharted steps’.
‘But I am like you, O Night, for my Heaven
and Hell are the same at once’.
‘Nay, you are not like me’, said The Night,
‘For you fear Heaven and are too comfortable
in Hell’.
‘But I am boundless like you, O Night’.
‘Nay, you are not, for your world is...
#night
#SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2019 #KahlilGibran
#NaPoWriMo2019 #KahlilGibran
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