Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2021 Seeking Friendly Advice
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2021 6:43pm
22nd Apr 2021 6:43pm
Pater Automobilias - Lap Two
Smiling chrome grill
octagonal MG badge atop
below a round hole
a crank handle fills
used for a good ‘ole
fashioned start ‘em up
Shiny teardrop headlights
sweeping flared fenders crown
like patient surfers waiting
to ride curling waves down
Tapered, vented hood
stock motor conceals
running boards span
‘tween front and rear wheels
like those where on
tommy gun wielding thugs
In gangster movies stood
When the weather was clear
with top-down, dad would drive
his British chariot to...
octagonal MG badge atop
below a round hole
a crank handle fills
used for a good ‘ole
fashioned start ‘em up
Shiny teardrop headlights
sweeping flared fenders crown
like patient surfers waiting
to ride curling waves down
Tapered, vented hood
stock motor conceals
running boards span
‘tween front and rear wheels
like those where on
tommy gun wielding thugs
In gangster movies stood
When the weather was clear
with top-down, dad would drive
his British chariot to...
#happiness
#father
#dreams
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2021
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2021 3:24am
22nd Apr 2021 3:24am
She works until midnight
She works until midnight tonight –
The sentence makes me pause as I remember,
once upon a time…
Midnight was the hour when the party got going,
when liquified dancing took over my mind
and I couldn’t even imagine her;
Because that was way before her time.
Later, midnight was the hour
of waking up groggy
for feeding and rocking
and burping and changing,
thinking the tiredness would never end;
But that was before her childhood.
Then, midnight became the hour
for one last check on the sleeping cherub -
the...
The sentence makes me pause as I remember,
once upon a time…
Midnight was the hour when the party got going,
when liquified dancing took over my mind
and I couldn’t even imagine her;
Because that was way before her time.
Later, midnight was the hour
of waking up groggy
for feeding and rocking
and burping and changing,
thinking the tiredness would never end;
But that was before her childhood.
Then, midnight became the hour
for one last check on the sleeping cherub -
the...
#admiration
#daughter
#bittersweet #NaPoWriMo2021
#bittersweet #NaPoWriMo2021
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
21st Apr 2021 8:24pm
21st Apr 2021 8:24pm
Thirty-Days Of...
Migranes and insomnia
Mental euphoria
Stomach aches
Poetry cakes
Mind explosions
Flustered emotions
Finger cramps
Lighted lamps
Annoying confusion
Napo delusion
Writing on command
Self reprimand
Writer’s block
Eyes on clock
New inspiration
Steady irritation
Good poetry
Bad poetry
Frustration at its best
Halfway dressed
Sleeping with letters
Poetry collectors
Burning eyes
Sobbing cries
Insanity plea
Poetry where for art thee
Writing early
Gripping firmly ...
Mental euphoria
Stomach aches
Poetry cakes
Mind explosions
Flustered emotions
Finger cramps
Lighted lamps
Annoying confusion
Napo delusion
Writing on command
Self reprimand
Writer’s block
Eyes on clock
New inspiration
Steady irritation
Good poetry
Bad poetry
Frustration at its best
Halfway dressed
Sleeping with letters
Poetry collectors
Burning eyes
Sobbing cries
Insanity plea
Poetry where for art thee
Writing early
Gripping firmly ...
#rhyming
#emotional
#metaphor
#symbolism
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
21st Apr 2021 4:13am
21st Apr 2021 4:13am
Pater Automobilias - Lap One
Papa had a penchant
for British automobiles
when I was just a wee lad
he drove a Morris Minor
then Uncle Jerry called to tell
what a neighbor had to sell
a steel steed much finer
Fond memory I have
traveling with dad
a long way down the 101
a seemingly magical vehicle to see
father’s mind set to own
the racing green, 1950 MG TD
Parked, rarely driven
smothered under clutter
In a garage in San Diego
my dad and his brother
unearthed the buried treasure
father with glee
hands over the dough...
for British automobiles
when I was just a wee lad
he drove a Morris Minor
then Uncle Jerry called to tell
what a neighbor had to sell
a steel steed much finer
Fond memory I have
traveling with dad
a long way down the 101
a seemingly magical vehicle to see
father’s mind set to own
the racing green, 1950 MG TD
Parked, rarely driven
smothered under clutter
In a garage in San Diego
my dad and his brother
unearthed the buried treasure
father with glee
hands over the dough...
#happiness
#father
#memories
#Britain
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
21st Apr 2021 3:59am
21st Apr 2021 3:59am
Four-Twenty
You are the glue
That keeps me connected
When I’m with you
My mood is always erected
I never feel down
But I’m continuously out
You turn up my frown
To an overjoyed shout
We visit some clouds
And possibly the moon
It all depends on your shrouds
If our trip ends soon
You make our day Lucky Charms
We ride the rainbows and shoot for the stars
Hugging our hearts with open arms
We’re blasting off to Mars
Four-Twenty
That keeps me connected
When I’m with you
My mood is always erected
I never feel down
But I’m continuously out
You turn up my frown
To an overjoyed shout
We visit some clouds
And possibly the moon
It all depends on your shrouds
If our trip ends soon
You make our day Lucky Charms
We ride the rainbows and shoot for the stars
Hugging our hearts with open arms
We’re blasting off to Mars
Four-Twenty
#happiness
#love
#rhyming
#respect
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
21st Apr 2021 3:12am
21st Apr 2021 3:12am
It takes a village to feed this greedy soul
Somehow, it’s deemed
inappropriate,
unnatural
for me to care…
as if affection is
a limited commodity
only to be spent on
blood
or
vows.
Well, I refuse to play that zero-sum game
when there are so many friends I cherish.
It’s like I dodged that part of Eve’s curse:
“your desire shall be for your husband,”
For I desire
a host of companions,
intimacy that lights
all facets of my spirit,
and although
my lust remains at home,
I won’t abide limits
on my love.
inappropriate,
unnatural
for me to care…
as if affection is
a limited commodity
only to be spent on
blood
or
vows.
Well, I refuse to play that zero-sum game
when there are so many friends I cherish.
It’s like I dodged that part of Eve’s curse:
“your desire shall be for your husband,”
For I desire
a host of companions,
intimacy that lights
all facets of my spirit,
and although
my lust remains at home,
I won’t abide limits
on my love.
#relationships
#marriage
#friendship
#confessional
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
20th Apr 2021 10:22pm
20th Apr 2021 10:22pm
Fight rather than Flight
The Long Defeat
- Well,
maybe if you didn't retreat so much
from the world,
there would still be a world worth saving.
I never particularly liked the Elves
or Elf-like races,
full of arrogance and superiority
a faded empire
built only on memory.
But I like the Eldar,
but only the warlike Biel-Tan,
who don armour
to become 'aspect warriors'
and give themselves to one aspect of war:
beauty and elegance of violence
driven by a bloody-handed God;
the aggressive warmonger behind the elven facade. ...
- Well,
maybe if you didn't retreat so much
from the world,
there would still be a world worth saving.
I never particularly liked the Elves
or Elf-like races,
full of arrogance and superiority
a faded empire
built only on memory.
But I like the Eldar,
but only the warlike Biel-Tan,
who don armour
to become 'aspect warriors'
and give themselves to one aspect of war:
beauty and elegance of violence
driven by a bloody-handed God;
the aggressive warmonger behind the elven facade. ...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
20th Apr 2021 6:01am
20th Apr 2021 6:01am
The Storyteller - Two
Cheerfully I say,
"good morning sweetie!"
A raised hand and stern look her reaction
Am I too needy
expecting similar salutation?
That’s it she hates my guts.
I’m an annoyance, you see?
A washed up, long worthless pawn
whom she wishes was just gone
Losers don’t merit such lively greetings.
What’s this? She’s now texting me,
“Sorry babe, I was in a Zoom meeting.”
Presenting the crowned King of assumption.
Transformer of facts into fables.
Dread Sovereign of split-second presumption.
Exceptional turner of tables ...
"good morning sweetie!"
A raised hand and stern look her reaction
Am I too needy
expecting similar salutation?
That’s it she hates my guts.
I’m an annoyance, you see?
A washed up, long worthless pawn
whom she wishes was just gone
Losers don’t merit such lively greetings.
What’s this? She’s now texting me,
“Sorry babe, I was in a Zoom meeting.”
Presenting the crowned King of assumption.
Transformer of facts into fables.
Dread Sovereign of split-second presumption.
Exceptional turner of tables ...
#confusion
#acceptance
#SelfWorth #NaPoWriMo2021
#SelfWorth #NaPoWriMo2021
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
20th Apr 2021 2:06am
20th Apr 2021 2:06am
Interloper
Although I walk here often,
it’s clear I still don’t belong.
I long for softer feet,
for a scent that isn’t so human,
so that I can get to know the creatures
in their true, relaxed state.
But no – crows caw their warnings
as a pheasant streaks across my path,
hurrying into hiding.
Deer stop their grazing,
watching me, wary and big-eared as they discern
whether to feign nonchalance and trot away,
or to bound with their tail-flags waving white.
A robin anxiously draws my attention
away from a nest I can’t even see. ...
it’s clear I still don’t belong.
I long for softer feet,
for a scent that isn’t so human,
so that I can get to know the creatures
in their true, relaxed state.
But no – crows caw their warnings
as a pheasant streaks across my path,
hurrying into hiding.
Deer stop their grazing,
watching me, wary and big-eared as they discern
whether to feign nonchalance and trot away,
or to bound with their tail-flags waving white.
A robin anxiously draws my attention
away from a nest I can’t even see. ...
#animals
#nature
#humankind #NaPoWriMo2021
#humankind #NaPoWriMo2021
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
20th Apr 2021 1:38am
20th Apr 2021 1:38am
The Storyteller - One
Selecting, by far, the longest line
ignoring all others much shorter
I’m unemployed, got plenty of time
to wait for my favorite checker
When ringing up my items, last visit
she greeted me like a friend, so warmly
In voice so exquisite with smile so sublime
today I’m seen through a darker lens
one that sees right through me
before, her face created sunshine
countenance now flat, demeanor surly
“Hello” I say, she mumbles a response
she thinks I’m vain because I bought croissants
nope, she saw that off-brand, looked at...
ignoring all others much shorter
I’m unemployed, got plenty of time
to wait for my favorite checker
When ringing up my items, last visit
she greeted me like a friend, so warmly
In voice so exquisite with smile so sublime
today I’m seen through a darker lens
one that sees right through me
before, her face created sunshine
countenance now flat, demeanor surly
“Hello” I say, she mumbles a response
she thinks I’m vain because I bought croissants
nope, she saw that off-brand, looked at...
#fiction
#honesty
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
19th Apr 2021 8:15pm
19th Apr 2021 8:15pm
Wanted
I am the mastermind
That is highly sought after
The only one of my kind
Who’s more cunning than an actor
I topple the wanted charts
And am more elusive than Waldo
My pen creates works of fine arts
That can only be described as Bravo!
My craft is immense
With its own viral attitude
Clutching you by the throat in suspense
Superseding its own longitude and latitude
The fire traces from my ink
Glues the blades to my lines
So when its read you’ll need a shrink
To sop up what’s left of your minds
Everybody wants a piece...
That is highly sought after
The only one of my kind
Who’s more cunning than an actor
I topple the wanted charts
And am more elusive than Waldo
My pen creates works of fine arts
That can only be described as Bravo!
My craft is immense
With its own viral attitude
Clutching you by the throat in suspense
Superseding its own longitude and latitude
The fire traces from my ink
Glues the blades to my lines
So when its read you’ll need a shrink
To sop up what’s left of your minds
Everybody wants a piece...
#rhyming
#emotional
#symbolism
#epic
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
19th Apr 2021 8:45am
19th Apr 2021 8:45am
Music Passion Seven
Grandmother was always kind to me
with many...well, most others
she could be quite ornery
but what a joy to hear and see,
when she had the druthers,
to tickle those ivories
While in Yuletide Season
‘roun the piano we’d gather
grandma would play
In a rhythm so pleasing
all our favorite holiday songs
her style was ragtime
like an old west saloon
the only things missing
the bar and spittoon
with many...well, most others
she could be quite ornery
but what a joy to hear and see,
when she had the druthers,
to tickle those ivories
While in Yuletide Season
‘roun the piano we’d gather
grandma would play
In a rhythm so pleasing
all our favorite holiday songs
her style was ragtime
like an old west saloon
the only things missing
the bar and spittoon
#family
#inspirational
#Christmas
#music
#NaPoWriMo2021
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