Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2021 Seeking Honest Critique
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The care home cometh
Its beige walls are waiting,
they grin as I'm wheeled in.
The stench of boiled veg
brings up the words
I can only write in bile,
My gripped tight chest
snatches at breaths,
liver spotted fingers
clutch the oxygen mask
as I suck out this cylinder.
Decay is now translucent skin,
hung on bone coat hangers,
memories spread so thin
they runs like mop-bucket bleach,
into the cracks of broken tiles.
Told to sleep, I'm laid out alabaster
under starch tight linen,
Prepared by tepid...
they grin as I'm wheeled in.
The stench of boiled veg
brings up the words
I can only write in bile,
My gripped tight chest
snatches at breaths,
liver spotted fingers
clutch the oxygen mask
as I suck out this cylinder.
Decay is now translucent skin,
hung on bone coat hangers,
memories spread so thin
they runs like mop-bucket bleach,
into the cracks of broken tiles.
Told to sleep, I'm laid out alabaster
under starch tight linen,
Prepared by tepid...
#death
#memories
#illness
#aging
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You sound like a pig
Tell me why do you snore so loud in bed,
shaking the pictures and walls ?
The noises you make drill straight through my head,
tell me why do you snore so loud in bed.
When there’s nose clips to wear or oils to be spread
and you just sleep through it all.
Tell me why do you snore so loud in bed
shaking the pictures and walls ?
Tell me why do you sound like a pig she said,
digging my ribs with her fist?
each night you find a new nerve to shred
Tell me why do you sound like a pig she said,
please sleep down stairs or...
shaking the pictures and walls ?
The noises you make drill straight through my head,
tell me why do you snore so loud in bed.
When there’s nose clips to wear or oils to be spread
and you just sleep through it all.
Tell me why do you snore so loud in bed
shaking the pictures and walls ?
Tell me why do you sound like a pig she said,
digging my ribs with her fist?
each night you find a new nerve to shred
Tell me why do you sound like a pig she said,
please sleep down stairs or...
#funny
#sleep
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acappella songs #3
POST-NaPo21 MAY CHALLENGE
acappella songs
3. song for my wife
the better half
has not yet been half told;
life’s silver threads
have known not such pure gold
as shapes the heart
of one, bone of my bone,
who fills my void
where i would bleed alone.
flesh of my flesh,
living where i might die,
eternally
to dust indemnify.
© Copyright 2021 May 05
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
acappella songs
3. song for my wife
the better half
has not yet been half told;
life’s silver threads
have known not such pure gold
as shapes the heart
of one, bone of my bone,
who fills my void
where i would bleed alone.
flesh of my flesh,
living where i might die,
eternally
to dust indemnify.
© Copyright 2021 May 05
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#love
#wife
#lyrics #NaPoWriMo2021
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The way of the Werewolf
My anger decides to crash the car
but I see the future on your face
and sink its wheels in the soft verge,
engines revving but no motion,
steam hissing from my hands.
I slam the door and we walk,
pull my jacket tight against the cold,
keep off the moors they said;
but I need the bite,
the synapse of a full moon
to rage myself into a creature
that tears open old wounds,
snarls scars onto tree trunks.
After the vicious slaughter
the fevered night passes,
morning brings its cold shiver
lay...
but I see the future on your face
and sink its wheels in the soft verge,
engines revving but no motion,
steam hissing from my hands.
I slam the door and we walk,
pull my jacket tight against the cold,
keep off the moors they said;
but I need the bite,
the synapse of a full moon
to rage myself into a creature
that tears open old wounds,
snarls scars onto tree trunks.
After the vicious slaughter
the fevered night passes,
morning brings its cold shiver
lay...
#anger
#love
#relationships
#conflict
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Value
Most often we take things for granted
And only realized their value when they are gone
How often do we waste time thinking
Of things that are not in our possession
Mulling over possibilities
Of what ifs and maybes in our life
We forget to live in the present
And fail to appreciate every moment we have until it passes
We end up with regrets for not taking each chances and opportunities that came our way
We miss to see the value of things
When we have them in our hands
When we don't need them because they are within...
And only realized their value when they are gone
How often do we waste time thinking
Of things that are not in our possession
Mulling over possibilities
Of what ifs and maybes in our life
We forget to live in the present
And fail to appreciate every moment we have until it passes
We end up with regrets for not taking each chances and opportunities that came our way
We miss to see the value of things
When we have them in our hands
When we don't need them because they are within...
#TruthOfLife
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Visits
I can't wait for these visits to end
For this past three months we've been frequently visiting the hospital
For a series of laboratory and follow up check ups
With different doctors
Today, we made another round
Of visit to the hospital
Another busy day in our ordinary life
I want to take a break from this routine
A change from this monotonous existence
And wish everything goes back to how it used to be
But this is our reality now
Our life has took a different turn
And has drastically changed
In a short span...
For this past three months we've been frequently visiting the hospital
For a series of laboratory and follow up check ups
With different doctors
Today, we made another round
Of visit to the hospital
Another busy day in our ordinary life
I want to take a break from this routine
A change from this monotonous existence
And wish everything goes back to how it used to be
But this is our reality now
Our life has took a different turn
And has drastically changed
In a short span...
#anxiety
#frustration
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Lessons in life part 12.....Children of the Willows
The Brook looks good
without the detergent
foaming from the factory upstream,
it closed its gates in the eighties
but the fish never came back.
It's now called a linear park
but I can still see its heart beating.
I can feel the asthmatic cold
of white canvas tents,
raw black spuds hot handed
from the edge of its fires.
clean pathways weave
where we once dug dens,
I walk alone in the presence of friends
and pick out a spot
to sit and smoke myself to ash.
The spiked collars of hard to cross pipes ...
without the detergent
foaming from the factory upstream,
it closed its gates in the eighties
but the fish never came back.
It's now called a linear park
but I can still see its heart beating.
I can feel the asthmatic cold
of white canvas tents,
raw black spuds hot handed
from the edge of its fires.
clean pathways weave
where we once dug dens,
I walk alone in the presence of friends
and pick out a spot
to sit and smoke myself to ash.
The spiked collars of hard to cross pipes ...
#loneliness
#childhood
#memories
#myself
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2024.....Don’t build walls
It’s easy to understand the rough touch
of an ornate brick, the concrete shoes
that keep me fixed mixing mortar,
listening to my blood pump, drowning out
bird song and expectations.
Any good hoarder worth his pile of
newspapers will tell you, that once
the walls are complete we start on the tunnels,
everything bought from the ground up,
must be saved for future reference.
Above the basic workings of a life not lived
I am a landfill site for Amazon trucks,
the crust that seagulls flock for, laughing
from...
of an ornate brick, the concrete shoes
that keep me fixed mixing mortar,
listening to my blood pump, drowning out
bird song and expectations.
Any good hoarder worth his pile of
newspapers will tell you, that once
the walls are complete we start on the tunnels,
everything bought from the ground up,
must be saved for future reference.
Above the basic workings of a life not lived
I am a landfill site for Amazon trucks,
the crust that seagulls flock for, laughing
from...
#MentalHealth
#denial
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The Dance
The chemistry of cocktails requires planning,
the band provide the base, the floor space
of a wide-open glass filled with swirling fruit,
a subtle blend of syrup and elegance.
The tall tail feathers of courtship
bob like fishing floats, hands hooked
on the mouth of a would-be bite.
The pale mood bathes in half-light,
we step outside to exhale
the warmth of our fire, to steam
like racehorses after the chase.
The madness of desire constrained
by the cotton chains of etiquette,
my glance exposes your milk...
the band provide the base, the floor space
of a wide-open glass filled with swirling fruit,
a subtle blend of syrup and elegance.
The tall tail feathers of courtship
bob like fishing floats, hands hooked
on the mouth of a would-be bite.
The pale mood bathes in half-light,
we step outside to exhale
the warmth of our fire, to steam
like racehorses after the chase.
The madness of desire constrained
by the cotton chains of etiquette,
my glance exposes your milk...
#FallingInLove
#dance
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Unending Cycle
Five days from now
April will leave
And May would begin
A constant cycle
Of Days coming and going
Of months ending and beginning
This is the nature of life
It flows in perpetual cycle
Time and season change
But they always go back
To the beginning and eventually ends
As another cycle begins
Grasses grow on rainy days
They die when the heat is unbearable
Yet they grow again after sometime
Much greener than before
Things grow old and die
As people do
But life continues to flow
In its...
April will leave
And May would begin
A constant cycle
Of Days coming and going
Of months ending and beginning
This is the nature of life
It flows in perpetual cycle
Time and season change
But they always go back
To the beginning and eventually ends
As another cycle begins
Grasses grow on rainy days
They die when the heat is unbearable
Yet they grow again after sometime
Much greener than before
Things grow old and die
As people do
But life continues to flow
In its...
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
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My Day
I lost track of time
And almost forgot to write
My entry for the day
It's way past ten now
An hour and a few minutes left
Before my 24 hour period ends
We had a visitor this evening
It was my husband's nephew
And their talk lasted for almost two hours
Enough to make me forget
My daily task of writing
Until I saw the time on my phone
My day was busy as usual
With routine household chores
It was very hot today even at mid afternoon
The heat was almost unbearable
When I hang the clothes outside
...
And almost forgot to write
My entry for the day
It's way past ten now
An hour and a few minutes left
Before my 24 hour period ends
We had a visitor this evening
It was my husband's nephew
And their talk lasted for almost two hours
Enough to make me forget
My daily task of writing
Until I saw the time on my phone
My day was busy as usual
With routine household chores
It was very hot today even at mid afternoon
The heat was almost unbearable
When I hang the clothes outside
...
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Sunset
I miss watching the sunset
The way it slowly recede in the horizon
As its brightness fade little by little
Till the cloak of dusk takes over
It leaves a lingering memory
As the day ends with the fading light
Each sunset is different
Just as how each day differ every day you live
The setting sun reminds me
Of life's changing nature
To savor each moment as it comes
To fully live in the present
And be thankful for each day I live and breathe
The way it slowly recede in the horizon
As its brightness fade little by little
Till the cloak of dusk takes over
It leaves a lingering memory
As the day ends with the fading light
Each sunset is different
Just as how each day differ every day you live
The setting sun reminds me
Of life's changing nature
To savor each moment as it comes
To fully live in the present
And be thankful for each day I live and breathe
#sun
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