Poetry Writing Month | NaPoWriMo 2022
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Poems forming part of our 2022 NaPoWriMo challenge (also known as GloPoWriMo). Poetry Writing Month takes place in April each year. Join us next year to write a poem a day for the whole month (30 poems in 30 days).
Organum
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Organum
I am a man
many say
is gentle as
the heavens know
an air of peace
& quiet love ferments
beneath my upbringing
my struggles
my awakening…………..
Wherever I step
Nature and homo sapiens
feel… know or somehow
touched in some
spiritual
ethereal
way
no different from any other
red blooded or other
blooded being,
while armed with skills to
harm, armed with a
preference for HARMONY.
...
Organum
I am a man
many say
is gentle as
the heavens know
an air of peace
& quiet love ferments
beneath my upbringing
my struggles
my awakening…………..
Wherever I step
Nature and homo sapiens
feel… know or somehow
touched in some
spiritual
ethereal
way
no different from any other
red blooded or other
blooded being,
while armed with skills to
harm, armed with a
preference for HARMONY.
...
#myself
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Prayer
God
Thank you
For this life
For giving me
Everything I need
This life I live today
Is enough, I am content
I may not have all of my wants
But I have all my needs in life met
My heart is full of gratitude to you
You always answer my call when I'm lost
Your light is always there to guide me
When I have to face the darkness
I won't be where I am now
Without you through the years
I owe you so much
I have nothing
Just my faith
In you
Lord
Thank you
For this life
For giving me
Everything I need
This life I live today
Is enough, I am content
I may not have all of my wants
But I have all my needs in life met
My heart is full of gratitude to you
You always answer my call when I'm lost
Your light is always there to guide me
When I have to face the darkness
I won't be where I am now
Without you through the years
I owe you so much
I have nothing
Just my faith
In you
Lord
#faith
#spiritual
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Glasgow
Luck of your draw, I am what you drew.
Your grin is short; I must bring you to life.
Sit down and enjoy my jokes; I am not through.
I am just a fool that likes to play with knives.
Sowing slits of joy to mend your face.
Peer into me; there is never a dull moment.
As we transcend to the perfect place
where we can enjoy our playful torment.
Bite down and share in my revelry.
Gaze into me as I weave your smile,
influencing you to get lost in my devilry.
Laughter all around, laughter for a while.
Your grin is short; I must bring you to life.
Sit down and enjoy my jokes; I am not through.
I am just a fool that likes to play with knives.
Sowing slits of joy to mend your face.
Peer into me; there is never a dull moment.
As we transcend to the perfect place
where we can enjoy our playful torment.
Bite down and share in my revelry.
Gaze into me as I weave your smile,
influencing you to get lost in my devilry.
Laughter all around, laughter for a while.
#dark
#rhyming
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Cramming
I'm cramming
I keep looking at the time
It's now a quarter after eleven p.m
My twenty four hour window
Is almost over
I'm writing without any draft
My mind seems to work faster
When I'm racing with time
An old habit from my university days
It works for me this way
When I'm writing without inspiration
Lately my mind has freeze
And this NaPo has thawed the frost
That has blocked the thoughts from flowing free
Now myriads of thoughts are going on in my mind
Making me cram as I try to come up
With...
I keep looking at the time
It's now a quarter after eleven p.m
My twenty four hour window
Is almost over
I'm writing without any draft
My mind seems to work faster
When I'm racing with time
An old habit from my university days
It works for me this way
When I'm writing without inspiration
Lately my mind has freeze
And this NaPo has thawed the frost
That has blocked the thoughts from flowing free
Now myriads of thoughts are going on in my mind
Making me cram as I try to come up
With...
#anxiety
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posterity
Posterity
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
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Edge of Night
I’ve mis-sworn allegiance
misplaced my trust
in my own force of will and ego lust
Braving each path as the one who brought mirth
a cup-half-full vision my basis of worth
Now here we sit on the edge of night
casting no shadows in stars’ cold light
for we are but a meaningless mist
and this is eternity’s cruel twist:
It matters not what we do with our time
for all is lament and all will die
Though we reach for each other through cloud and shade
even love is lament
and love will fade
misplaced my trust
in my own force of will and ego lust
Braving each path as the one who brought mirth
a cup-half-full vision my basis of worth
Now here we sit on the edge of night
casting no shadows in stars’ cold light
for we are but a meaningless mist
and this is eternity’s cruel twist:
It matters not what we do with our time
for all is lament and all will die
Though we reach for each other through cloud and shade
even love is lament
and love will fade
#regret
#death
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Four Freedoms
Lo’ these many nights I lie awake in fear of losing all the freedoms I have known and consider my rights to exercise at will.
Am I only to experience these privileges within the quiet protection of mind and heart?
Systematically observing the erosion of critical thinking and civilized debate among mankind.
My mental anguish does not allow a resting heart rate when I bear witness to a silenced voice, excluded prayer, distended belly, or imprisoned soul.
The very idea of prior generations sacrificing their lives to establish, uphold and leave behind...
Am I only to experience these privileges within the quiet protection of mind and heart?
Systematically observing the erosion of critical thinking and civilized debate among mankind.
My mental anguish does not allow a resting heart rate when I bear witness to a silenced voice, excluded prayer, distended belly, or imprisoned soul.
The very idea of prior generations sacrificing their lives to establish, uphold and leave behind...
#freedom
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Perspectives in Freedom
What is freedom of expression? Without the freedom to offend,
it ceases to exist."
- Salman Rushdie
"Speak, or be unheard,
open your mind or be confined.
You have so much to say
don't let self doubt take it away.
Open minds and hearts are listening
and they can affirm what is humanity
expressing and being itself in you
opinions aren't right or wrong, just unique;
it is bravery in action to shout in your
true voice as a lion would roar
and a fearless voice is a blessing
even in the...
it ceases to exist."
- Salman Rushdie
"Speak, or be unheard,
open your mind or be confined.
You have so much to say
don't let self doubt take it away.
Open minds and hearts are listening
and they can affirm what is humanity
expressing and being itself in you
opinions aren't right or wrong, just unique;
it is bravery in action to shout in your
true voice as a lion would roar
and a fearless voice is a blessing
even in the...
#freedom
#HenryDavidThoreau
#MaryOliver
#MayaAngelou
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Army Of Empties
Grasping at air, hungry for more
locked behind eyes, a forever closed door.
We are the many, gone are the few
who ever among us sanity knew.
Every nuance of human spark
now flickers to fade here in the dark.
Are we the same robotic selves
whose voices resound in similar pall.
Whom was I, can't I ever know
first I was here yet ever slow
guarding the thing I held to strong
now it trails behind our throng.
Each step we make a stumble forth
our inner compass unregisters north.
Hope gets...
locked behind eyes, a forever closed door.
We are the many, gone are the few
who ever among us sanity knew.
Every nuance of human spark
now flickers to fade here in the dark.
Are we the same robotic selves
whose voices resound in similar pall.
Whom was I, can't I ever know
first I was here yet ever slow
guarding the thing I held to strong
now it trails behind our throng.
Each step we make a stumble forth
our inner compass unregisters north.
Hope gets...
#soldiers
#war
#zombies
#fear
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We Shan't Go
I hear the tiny voice through the trees,
of you, of me; do not ask why.
The night wraps us in its blanket of promise
and we have multitudes of choices to make
and answers call in the evening lull
as mist upon our faces falls;
when but now, or where, but here
no, do not ask why.
Let us walk, our feet finding a way,
let us tread into the longest night unaware
until it's day, as far as we dare,
no, do not ask why.
I fancy I have been here awhile,
seeing every kind of smile,
every grin that knowing bears; ...
of you, of me; do not ask why.
The night wraps us in its blanket of promise
and we have multitudes of choices to make
and answers call in the evening lull
as mist upon our faces falls;
when but now, or where, but here
no, do not ask why.
Let us walk, our feet finding a way,
let us tread into the longest night unaware
until it's day, as far as we dare,
no, do not ask why.
I fancy I have been here awhile,
seeing every kind of smile,
every grin that knowing bears; ...
#love
#romantic
#night
#TSEliot
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Comma
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Comma
Our finite timelines are likening to train tracks
stretching from onset to finality –
only to board another train
be it a spiritual destination
or a chance to start anew
I’ve made many (too many, maybe)
an unscheduled stop
distracted by the ado of bright lights
flim-flam artisans shouting
from their mobile homes,
street corners, as well
Some stops were brief
others felt like an extended binge
yet others, due to my...
Comma
Our finite timelines are likening to train tracks
stretching from onset to finality –
only to board another train
be it a spiritual destination
or a chance to start anew
I’ve made many (too many, maybe)
an unscheduled stop
distracted by the ado of bright lights
flim-flam artisans shouting
from their mobile homes,
street corners, as well
Some stops were brief
others felt like an extended binge
yet others, due to my...
#LifeCycle
#travel
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An Absent God
Where are you, Lord?
In the darkest hours
of human need,
your embrace feels distant.
You, who so loved the world.
Yet, you abandon your humblest
servant~
to right and left, You feel•••
Where are you, Lord?
Please, just this once, I won’t ask for anything else, I promise.
Help me regain my Faith, Belief, TRUST.
Where is He when something horrible is happening?
Why doesn’t He answer my immediate prayers?
Maybe,
He’s already there…
holding my hand… ...
In the darkest hours
of human need,
your embrace feels distant.
You, who so loved the world.
Yet, you abandon your humblest
servant~
to right and left, You feel•••
Where are you, Lord?
Please, just this once, I won’t ask for anything else, I promise.
Help me regain my Faith, Belief, TRUST.
Where is He when something horrible is happening?
Why doesn’t He answer my immediate prayers?
Maybe,
He’s already there…
holding my hand… ...
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