Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2021 Seeking Friendly Advice
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Anything Else
I want to write about something else.
Maybe about the daffodils finally in bloom -
a flowery description of their sunshiney faces.
Or maybe about dad’s seashell collection -
whispers of his life before I came into being.
I’d like to write about piano keys
or soft doggy ears
or the taste of pineapple
or anything, really, that’s outside of myself --
But everything comes out tasting of tears,
sounding like echoes in an empty chest;
No matter how I try to steer my thoughts,
they turn back into this constant ache…
and I’m...
Maybe about the daffodils finally in bloom -
a flowery description of their sunshiney faces.
Or maybe about dad’s seashell collection -
whispers of his life before I came into being.
I’d like to write about piano keys
or soft doggy ears
or the taste of pineapple
or anything, really, that’s outside of myself --
But everything comes out tasting of tears,
sounding like echoes in an empty chest;
No matter how I try to steer my thoughts,
they turn back into this constant ache…
and I’m...
#sadness
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter #NaPoWriMo2021
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Get Off My Back
I’ve listened to you babble
Your insidious remarks for too long
Witnessed your psychotic baffle
Whenever you felt the need to become headstrong
I’ve felt your jealous rage
As if it were brandishing my nerves
I leave traces of you on every page
Without the knowledge it deserves
I hear your grimacing cocky tone
Mocking my conscious decision to write
All the while making your presence known
We squabble for a position in this fight
I can taste the bitterness you eat
It’s like a buffet for two
Always sour never sweet
All I...
Your insidious remarks for too long
Witnessed your psychotic baffle
Whenever you felt the need to become headstrong
I’ve felt your jealous rage
As if it were brandishing my nerves
I leave traces of you on every page
Without the knowledge it deserves
I hear your grimacing cocky tone
Mocking my conscious decision to write
All the while making your presence known
We squabble for a position in this fight
I can taste the bitterness you eat
It’s like a buffet for two
Always sour never sweet
All I...
#rhyming
#frustration
#despair
#symbolism
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Nova Scotia strong
There’s a slowness in my body,
heaviness in my heart.
The world goes on around me
as I’m sitting here, apart.
It’s not exactly sadness,
though tears do often come;
just lacking motivation,
feeling unfocused and numb.
Tomorrow we’ll remember
tragedy so hard to bear;
I didn’t really know those lost,
but grief hangs in the air.
We’ve held each other through so much -
there’s nothing we can’t weather.
What makes us “Nova Scotia strong”
is tears and songs – together.
heaviness in my heart.
The world goes on around me
as I’m sitting here, apart.
It’s not exactly sadness,
though tears do often come;
just lacking motivation,
feeling unfocused and numb.
Tomorrow we’ll remember
tragedy so hard to bear;
I didn’t really know those lost,
but grief hangs in the air.
We’ve held each other through so much -
there’s nothing we can’t weather.
What makes us “Nova Scotia strong”
is tears and songs – together.
#home
#memorial
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Second Wind
I’m sweating letters from my pores
Must keep up my pace in these Napo wars
I’ve been through hunger strikes and sores
To brain freezes both in and outdoors
I put meals on wheels on speed dial
My wife’s cooking deserves a trial
Mars and Venus are out of alignment
I can barely continue this assignment
Someone, please force me to stop
Or at least take the reigns and make it a co-op
I can’t feel my fingers anymore
This verbiage stew is hard to ignore
My stomach growls
This persistence howls
My light bill’s growing
My...
Must keep up my pace in these Napo wars
I’ve been through hunger strikes and sores
To brain freezes both in and outdoors
I put meals on wheels on speed dial
My wife’s cooking deserves a trial
Mars and Venus are out of alignment
I can barely continue this assignment
Someone, please force me to stop
Or at least take the reigns and make it a co-op
I can’t feel my fingers anymore
This verbiage stew is hard to ignore
My stomach growls
This persistence howls
My light bill’s growing
My...
#hope
#rhyming
#frustration
#emotions
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Realms of Middle-Earth
Elven Halls with finely crafted rafters
Dwarven Mines filled with industry and sturdy portals
Hobbit-holes, quaint in their pursuit of comfort
Cities of Man that sprawl out in stone and timber
Wizard's Towers rising with power into the sky
Forests of the Ents, preserved and cared for.
The accursed lands of Mordor, full of ash and hate
and Fallen realms in thrall to the Dark Lord.
And furthest to the West,
the seas to Valinor.
Dwarven Mines filled with industry and sturdy portals
Hobbit-holes, quaint in their pursuit of comfort
Cities of Man that sprawl out in stone and timber
Wizard's Towers rising with power into the sky
Forests of the Ents, preserved and cared for.
The accursed lands of Mordor, full of ash and hate
and Fallen realms in thrall to the Dark Lord.
And furthest to the West,
the seas to Valinor.
#earth
#travel
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