Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2022 by Top Critiquers

They who know their own magic
may foretell that of another's

In the Beginning

They were prophesied before light
those divine seers of balance
who would offset the dominance
of fear and ignorance

Thus, emerged existence, ignited
by flickerous explosions
heralding its own destiny
through multi-dimensional experience

Formlessness begetting embers—
sparks of souls, drifting
further from the Source of their birth
separated by the eternal womb
of blood and bone
yet connected by a silver cord ...

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...

March was Women’s History month and April National Poetry
So I delved into my favorite songs from the past, new and old
Picked a variety of female artists and their beautiful voices
Remembering the special melodies that touched my soul

It was hard to choose with so many talented performers
Especially when music played a big part throughout the years
Each one of those meant something at each stage in my life
Cherishing fond recollections that ranged from smiles to tears

But I chose Karen’s song to be the last one on this list
Her voice...

The issue is not
that the boulder rolls back downhill
nor that it is difficult to push.
We have strength
and we can do hard things.

The problem is
there are so damn many boulders
and attending to one
means letting others slide

And those that are ignored
tick relentlessly
like failure bombs

And sometimes I'd like to
just lie down
and let the avalanche end me.

But I keep pushing,
pedaling furiously
like a clown
on a unicycle
on a tightrope
over a pit of lava ...

My voice carried
a melodious sound,
and traveled
without verbal reserves.
At this point,
you found yourself abound
with a curiosity
to get what you deserve.
Went through the motions,
beyond the splash.
Searched for the comfort of my arms
as you held your breath,
you began to thrash.
Still, you arrive here blindly
in love with my charm.
As you feel your moments end,
my echo begins to intensify.
You realize it is too late
though every second is counting.
The pressure builds,
and you cannot cry ...