Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2021 Seeking Friendly Advice
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
17th Apr 2021 8:49am
17th Apr 2021 8:49am
Recluctant Greenskeeper
Do you think I am unaware
that my wild lawn needs mowing?
or that my straight edges
are partially concealed
by encroaching, creeping
ungoverned grass?
you’re disapproving,
armor piercing glare
screams, get off your ass
and start working!
Be assured
my intentions are pure
for small season
withholding the hungry mower
keeping steel blade
from lush verdant ones
bespangled throughout
with colorful wildflowers
encouraged by rays of Sun
nurtured by Spring showers
Was there some conclave ...
that my wild lawn needs mowing?
or that my straight edges
are partially concealed
by encroaching, creeping
ungoverned grass?
you’re disapproving,
armor piercing glare
screams, get off your ass
and start working!
Be assured
my intentions are pure
for small season
withholding the hungry mower
keeping steel blade
from lush verdant ones
bespangled throughout
with colorful wildflowers
encouraged by rays of Sun
nurtured by Spring showers
Was there some conclave ...
#love
#flowers
#nature
#LifeCycle
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
17th Apr 2021 3:58am
17th Apr 2021 3:58am
Broken
I am chipped,
Worn around the edges
Energy stripped
Tarnished to my liking
My pen is dry
Poor and brittle
Soft, yet smooth
Lacking motivation
My thoughts are overweight
In dire need of exercise
On the fritz of exploding
My eyes fight to stay open
My subconscious is numb
Operating on fumes
Feeding its misery
I can’t shake this slump
Worn around the edges
Energy stripped
Tarnished to my liking
My pen is dry
Poor and brittle
Soft, yet smooth
Lacking motivation
My thoughts are overweight
In dire need of exercise
On the fritz of exploding
My eyes fight to stay open
My subconscious is numb
Operating on fumes
Feeding its misery
I can’t shake this slump
#hope
#courage
#confusion
#boredom
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
17th Apr 2021 3:55am
17th Apr 2021 3:55am
Suggestions
The suggestion has been made
that I tend to ignore details I find inconvenient
in my naïve pursuit of a better world…
“But what about the future?”
“That’s not how things work.”
“No one thinks that way.”
“We just can’t afford it.”
But I do see details – if they’re important -
I just don’t fabricate imaginary barriers;
so much of what people value
and cling to keep in their half-empty glass
is ultimately meaningless anyway.
The details I choose to see show me
that the better world is already here
for those with the...
that I tend to ignore details I find inconvenient
in my naïve pursuit of a better world…
“But what about the future?”
“That’s not how things work.”
“No one thinks that way.”
“We just can’t afford it.”
But I do see details – if they’re important -
I just don’t fabricate imaginary barriers;
so much of what people value
and cling to keep in their half-empty glass
is ultimately meaningless anyway.
The details I choose to see show me
that the better world is already here
for those with the...
#love
#faith
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
16th Apr 2021 6:04am
16th Apr 2021 6:04am
Music Passion Six
Opera Act Two
Performing in
“Un ballo in maschera,”
a Giuseppe Verdi creation,
transcendent fortune to sing
a superbly staged Opera
More than musically inspiring
a boon to my thespian education
taught to look and act menacing
a talent executed lacklusterly
Also coached to kiss and caress
a beautiful Soprano, most alluring
a skill I learned with much alacrity
and enjoyed very much rehearsing
the romantic tryst took place down stage
during the final masked ball scene
near the mark where the...
Performing in
“Un ballo in maschera,”
a Giuseppe Verdi creation,
transcendent fortune to sing
a superbly staged Opera
More than musically inspiring
a boon to my thespian education
taught to look and act menacing
a talent executed lacklusterly
Also coached to kiss and caress
a beautiful Soprano, most alluring
a skill I learned with much alacrity
and enjoyed very much rehearsing
the romantic tryst took place down stage
during the final masked ball scene
near the mark where the...
#happiness
#music
#funny
#passion
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
16th Apr 2021 3:40am
16th Apr 2021 3:40am
Love with fur on it
It’s my fervent wish for just one day
to get out of my own damn way
and live the life of this dog.
So utterly shameless and content in his fur,
never stewing and stressing
over whether that bark was misconstrued,
or offense taken at his effusive wagging.
To sit with certain hope and expectation
of veggie scraps falling like manna from heaven
and yet without an ounce of resentment
when such treats fail to appear.
To lie spread-eagled in absolute trust,
open to belly rubs and assurance of his goodness, ...
to get out of my own damn way
and live the life of this dog.
So utterly shameless and content in his fur,
never stewing and stressing
over whether that bark was misconstrued,
or offense taken at his effusive wagging.
To sit with certain hope and expectation
of veggie scraps falling like manna from heaven
and yet without an ounce of resentment
when such treats fail to appear.
To lie spread-eagled in absolute trust,
open to belly rubs and assurance of his goodness, ...
#dogs
#wisdom
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
15th Apr 2021 2:56am
15th Apr 2021 2:56am
The Shedding
Today I watched a snake shed his skin.
He had become lethargic,
darker, with clouded eyes –
as one gets when they’re squeezed on all sides
by things that don’t fit.
In one giant, yawning breath
he cracked his own head open,
or so it appeared;
a violent start to this process of growth.
With his vision now cleared,
he seemed to wake up and become more frantic,
determined to rid himself
of this burden that no longer served him.
It wasn’t easy – a rebirth never is –
he writhed, he circled, he flexed, he itched,
he...
He had become lethargic,
darker, with clouded eyes –
as one gets when they’re squeezed on all sides
by things that don’t fit.
In one giant, yawning breath
he cracked his own head open,
or so it appeared;
a violent start to this process of growth.
With his vision now cleared,
he seemed to wake up and become more frantic,
determined to rid himself
of this burden that no longer served him.
It wasn’t easy – a rebirth never is –
he writhed, he circled, he flexed, he itched,
he...
#animals
#MovingOn
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 11:40pm
14th Apr 2021 11:40pm
Fatigue
I am completely spent, exhausted
my being abused, soul dejected
by depression daily accosted
misconstrued, misunderstood
my motives and purpose misjudged
loathe to wallow in fowl mood
not prone to carrying a grudge
my left-brain suggests I write poetry
sequester myself in peaceful locked room
find refuge in Carole King’s “Tapestry”
Immersion in writing and singing
will surely my dissonant spirit attune
my being abused, soul dejected
by depression daily accosted
misconstrued, misunderstood
my motives and purpose misjudged
loathe to wallow in fowl mood
not prone to carrying a grudge
my left-brain suggests I write poetry
sequester myself in peaceful locked room
find refuge in Carole King’s “Tapestry”
Immersion in writing and singing
will surely my dissonant spirit attune
#music
#WritingPoetry
#SelfWorth #NaPoWriMo2021
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 9:59pm
14th Apr 2021 9:59pm
Cruise Control
What is going on?
I cannot write to save my life
My inspiration just died on someone’s lawn
Give it CPR I told my wife
The rhythm just marched right out of me
I’m brain dead but never comatose
Chilly in my bones
With a side of runny nose
Breaking glass houses with sticks and stones
The lights are on but nobody’s home
I’m netflix and chillin
Searchin for a villain
Counting a hundred million
Reasons not to get this penicillin
I’m under the weather, cruise control
I cannot write to save my life
My inspiration just died on someone’s lawn
Give it CPR I told my wife
The rhythm just marched right out of me
I’m brain dead but never comatose
Chilly in my bones
With a side of runny nose
Breaking glass houses with sticks and stones
The lights are on but nobody’s home
I’m netflix and chillin
Searchin for a villain
Counting a hundred million
Reasons not to get this penicillin
I’m under the weather, cruise control
#anxiety
#hope
#courage
#boredom
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 2:36am
14th Apr 2021 2:36am
Music Passion Five
Opera Act One
On a curious whim I auditioned
sang “Amarilli Mia Bella”
a fairly good rendition I’m guessing
son run home and tell your papa
his boy will be singing Opera
with scarcely any classical training
the next weekend I was rehearsing
amongst singers
intimate with each note and variation
while I relied on pure memorization
Donizetti’s “Lucia di Lammermoor“
was the first production that season
Giorgio Tozzi, our esteemed Director,
famous Bass from the Met,
found further acclaim
as surreptitious,...
On a curious whim I auditioned
sang “Amarilli Mia Bella”
a fairly good rendition I’m guessing
son run home and tell your papa
his boy will be singing Opera
with scarcely any classical training
the next weekend I was rehearsing
amongst singers
intimate with each note and variation
while I relied on pure memorization
Donizetti’s “Lucia di Lammermoor“
was the first production that season
Giorgio Tozzi, our esteemed Director,
famous Bass from the Met,
found further acclaim
as surreptitious,...
#happiness
#music
#funny
#passion
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 2:12am
14th Apr 2021 2:12am
Daily, 5:45
She wants to talk about her day.
Conversing with an adult human
who isn’t on a screen
would be a welcome change.
But this particular human
is quite obviously grumpy,
burying himself in brainless comedy;
laughing in a way that somehow
comes across as
mean-spirited.
He probably had a rough day.
She’d like to ask about it,
but lately her curiosity
and attempts to start conversation
seem to be received as some sort of
inquisition
or intrusion.
So, she silently stirs the soup.
In...
Conversing with an adult human
who isn’t on a screen
would be a welcome change.
But this particular human
is quite obviously grumpy,
burying himself in brainless comedy;
laughing in a way that somehow
comes across as
mean-spirited.
He probably had a rough day.
She’d like to ask about it,
but lately her curiosity
and attempts to start conversation
seem to be received as some sort of
inquisition
or intrusion.
So, she silently stirs the soup.
In...
#loneliness
#marriage
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
13th Apr 2021 7:32pm
13th Apr 2021 7:32pm
Soul Of Jim
Death of Orion's snake --
rise then we die together
writhing in blackness.
The hunt is on --
our eyes see beyond
ephemeral vision.
We are the seekers
of what is not human;
we are the plunderers of
her dear soul.
Taste the tears;
you are the salt of every
pit on vitreous earth.
You are a vessel of
Night's captive stars
searching under
all the ones we lost
up there, our subjects bare
in coldest Heaven where
every sun is undone there.
A child is crying -- ...
rise then we die together
writhing in blackness.
The hunt is on --
our eyes see beyond
ephemeral vision.
We are the seekers
of what is not human;
we are the plunderers of
her dear soul.
Taste the tears;
you are the salt of every
pit on vitreous earth.
You are a vessel of
Night's captive stars
searching under
all the ones we lost
up there, our subjects bare
in coldest Heaven where
every sun is undone there.
A child is crying -- ...
#spiritual
#music
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
13th Apr 2021 3:49am
13th Apr 2021 3:49am
Tribute: Epilogue
Ocean waves pummel
sharp-edged glass shard
rounding, polishing
making matte, gloss sheen.
life, long and hard,
does, eventually,
make smooth our extremes
Thus it is with step-mother
who now assumes
a compassionate glow
whom to father, aged and ailing,
shows loving devotion unfailing
and I, the antecessors son
retired the step and call her mom
This transformation,
my dear deceased mother knew,
was bound to transpire eventually
for I hadn’t a clue, on the day that I wed
why I did copious tears...
sharp-edged glass shard
rounding, polishing
making matte, gloss sheen.
life, long and hard,
does, eventually,
make smooth our extremes
Thus it is with step-mother
who now assumes
a compassionate glow
whom to father, aged and ailing,
shows loving devotion unfailing
and I, the antecessors son
retired the step and call her mom
This transformation,
my dear deceased mother knew,
was bound to transpire eventually
for I hadn’t a clue, on the day that I wed
why I did copious tears...
#happiness
#love
#mother
#acceptance
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