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NaPoWriMo : Day 1 – April Fools
NaPoWriMo : Day 4 – Odd transitional spaces (think Escher)
Don’t stop just because Life tells you go no further Create your own path
NaPoWriMo : Day 7 – Poem with strict syllables
I Keep Losing Count when I Write any type of Poem with syllable restrictions
NaPoWriMo Day 10: Junk Drawers
NaPoWriMo: Day 13 Future News Story
The Day the Earth Stood Still They came yesterday And surrounded the world Humanity braced For something to unfurl A voice in our head spoke In everyone’s mind The whole world did pause For a moment in time It said: We could not put a finger We’ve been watching this show A drama, a comedy, or variety We really didn’t know Who writes these scripts They seem somewhat inane This anger, hatred, and fighting Felt simply insane We thought you were acting Until we realized You do this by choice It’s really not wise Most have stopped watching It’s obvious too You as a species Don’t know what to do We are going to take over And rewrite the show We’ll get you that Oscar Then we can go
NaPoWriMo: Day 16 : Tumbling Verse
Ramble On (not just a great Zeppelin song...) I feel that poetry Is kinda like climbing a tree A view that you want to see In the clouds where you ought to be Rhyming like Silverstein Imagery sets the scene Reflecting what could have been Defining the mood you’re in With words maybe not so thin Starting to sound like Eminem It’s no longer between us and them No different just more alike than We want to admit my friend I throw down some respect to send Wordsmiths they are in the end To all the sixties beat poets and Eighties rappers I’m now a fan So now that it nears the end It’s back to the start again Now’s not the time to feign Grab onto that state of being Just wipe the slate clean Remember that I climbed that tree I just got back to poetry
NaPoWriMo: Day 19 (Time to rant. Yay!)
We love to complain It’s a right we have you know As I began to write The complaints started to flow There are so many aspects Of everyday life If you have a few moments I’ll tell you of strife I wake up with the birds Not the melodious type The crows in the trees Gearing up for a fight When tomatoes looked red Under the produce light Then I bring them home And they don’t look quite right Bananas bright yellow When picked the best bunch Three days later They all ripened at once (Don’t get me started on the avocados) We can put a man on the moon You’d think that they could Make toilet paper perforations That tear as they should You bought the pet You must feed and walk it Don’t be a jerk Pick up your dog’s s@%# Running out of time, so… “I” before “e” except every other time you think you’re correct You thought you right but then “What the heck?” The woman who threw her cigarette on the ground before entering the store When I called her out, she shrugged and chose to ignore The guy who zoomed past, cutting me off the other day Then turned on his blinker and turns right away I’d like to go on I need to bring this to an end I’m just making dinner And my rice is boiling over (again)
Am I to blame Should I feel shame Awaking to find the Earth still weeping Without fanfare Like people don’t care Earth Day continues it’s creeping Nothing on the news No reminders I can use One single day seems somewhat fleeting My search engine failed to show A humorous graphic to alert me to know That we all have to work on succeeding Our world still needs Our attention and good deeds Goals set and targets to be meeting I do my part Vehicle remains in park More often than I am driving A big consumer I am not My needs outweigh want I’ll fix before I think of buying I limit my waste Don’t toss things in haste Avoid products in excess packaging To throw out I refuse I’ll try to reuse Or pass on to others for using This rock is on loan As a species we don’t own Our damage deposit slowly dwindling One last thing to say It will still be Earth’s day When you wake up the next morning
NaPoWriMo : Day 25 – Occasions
Graduation Day Can I sit beside you and cheer out loud Without fear or paranoia And not be nervous in a crowd Handshakes replaced by an eyebrow raise I don’t recognize you If you don’t wear the same coat Tired of my recycled breath And my moist chin The anti-fog cloth fails every time Is this separation a trial Giving wide berth As if everyone is suspicious Not missing some social expectations Did I just purge Unnecessary friendships Throw my mask in the air Like on graduation day If this is ever over Lessons learned Yet are we be prepared the next time When the world fights back
Purpose What will I write about today? The poet pondered Lying in the meadow away From distraction Will it be poignant? Do I try to shed a little light? Does it need to give a fright? How can the words I write Make a difference in someone’s life? Will rhyme present itself At the proper time? Where will inspiration come? Or do I sit here deaf and dumb Until the words…until the words… Begin to surge Why do I write anyway? The poet sat and questioned There are not enough words To answer that Then Then as the sun set And the moon rose And the sky exploded In a tumult of emotion The answer was revealed Because I can And the poet’s fate was sealed
NaPoWriMo : Day 2 – The road not taken
NaPoWriMo : Day 5 – Imitation
Chameleon Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery Viral trends prove This fact unilaterally Pop culture trending As bandwagon hoppers Vie for top spot billing Can’t be the first Won’t be last When will the bubble burst Wait poised for the next For better or worse
NaPoWriMo Day 8: A monologue from a deceased person
Elegy What have you done to my good home It looks afraid, and all alone Disheveled and in disrepair I hurts to see it in such a state Deserving of much better fate Did you think those actions fair? Let it go on too long you did The consequence forever hid From the eyes of the dead you thought Shame to the ones who shrugged it off Now look what lack of action’s bought Sleep now into the world you wrought
NaPoWriMo: Day 11 Letter from the Cat
NaPoWriMo: Day 14 Name origins
What's in a Name? Long ago when I was king Sparta’s ruler with crown and ring Sitting on my gilded throne I could not imagine my name not known Named for the lion, a regal beast Devour my enemies on which I feast A dream I had of a massive tome Two lines I’m granted, and now this poem No grand legacies I created, thus I’m mentioned sparsely by Herotudus A trivial figure I may be But at least when people speak of me My name rolls off the tongue with ease Not as my father’s, Eurycratides
NaPoWriMo: Day 17 (The Moon)
Are you coincidence Or is your presence providence Without you Auroras decrease Life would cease Seas no longer pulse against the shore Life would exist no more In early times a harbinger Perfect blanket to the sun Announcing the world was done Never revealing your alter ego The side of you kept hidden though Until we broke our earthly bonds Snuck behind and found You were same all around A rock in the sky Without you We die
NaPoWriMo: Day 20 (The Walk)
She knows and expects my arrival, excitement not masked. Yet somewhat unreasonably reluctant. Lags behind, distracted by scent. Turning the corner, she suddenly takes the lead. The way home.
Midnight Son Thank you, Mr. Service For weaving tales Of Arctic trails And giving me The childhood memory Of my father reciting The Cremation of Sam McGee
NaPoWriMo : Day 26 – Parody
Looking Back My childhood home disappears Behind the climbing tree My first college dorm fades Into the brownstone facades My apartment with the narrow stairs Slowly hidden by its neighbor The rented house seems smaller Even though I’m not the last to leave The waving line dwindles While the music plays I must have missed the point When the mountains yielded to the prairie I looked away for a moment The ocean gone when I return my gaze I am sometimes filled with envy that The rear window has seen the last Of all my firsts
NaPoWriMo : Day 3 – Use of random words to inspire
All in the Cards One in fifty I wrote all the words I thought were nifty Words that resonate That activate My senses Words that define That I believe are mine But not exclusive Aromas that fling me fast To remind me of people long, long past Words that make me feel Sometime seem unreal Yet there they are Words that trigger vision That needed no revision That were perfect Words that stick in my ear My favorite song that brings a tear Every time Words that make me taste Without waste The salt and sweet I shuffled and cut Placed them in front as the rain began to pour Drew the first card Then added one more
NaPoWriMo : Day 6 – Poem based on line from a book
Again I missed it the first time I found it the second time The third time I fell asleep But I already knew what happened The fourth time didn’t lose its charm The fifth time still strong The sixth time was a long time separated From the fifth Some books are meant to be shared This one goes back on my shelf Until The seventh time Comes around
NaPoWriMo Day 9: A to-do list
Need to stretchIn my memory the route I did etch Stay warm, move to the frontWhat is with the need to grunt? Get into position Follow the pacer- my mission Here we go, you can do this One foot in front of the other Take in the viewAll of this is something new No need to rush or hurryI don’t want the experience to be blurry Take a drinkMy leg hurts - Don’t think I will not walkWhy does he feel the need to talk Don’t stop Don’t stopFeeling good, having a ball I think I just avoided “The Wall” Don’t stop Don't stop Don’t stop Don't stopDeep in thought, the starting gun so long ago Where did the last four miles go? A sharp left turn, then a curve to the rightThe finish line is just in sight Thinking that I’m almost done- until... Why did they put in that hill? Cross the line and look aroundThe friends I started with not to be found Oh yeah, I remember as I sit to recoup I’m the fastest of the group
NaPoWriMo: Day 12 Past and Future
Ancient and Future Oh, snap. The ancient tweet battle began He had to wait till the second edition To burn these so-called Gentlemen The print’s too small they cried It hurts my eyes It’s now impossible To define ‘Metilii’ Not intended for extended perusal A reference of all things ancient I suppose it was folly of me To list that in the fine print So, wait two hundred years, you’ll have your wish Be forewarned you’ll waste your time Scrolling through a myriad of Funny animal videos online
NaPoWriMo: Day 15 Habits
Close to the Tree My father has clothing that is older than I I still have a hat from 1989 Dress shirts become work shirts then into rags That’s money well spent even if mother does nag Fix and repair before giving up The landfill will be the last place that we dump I try not to spend money frivolously Needs vs. wants weighed so carefully My father’s face looks proudly with no ounce of fear As I look in the mirror after each passing year I am proud to be my father’s son And I know that I am still his number one
NaPoWriMo: Day 18 (Chapters)
When the final chapter closes Will the last words linger On each question the book poses While along the spine runs a finger Will the book be tossed aside Regarded as a pantomime Or something a bit more dignified That will stand the test of time Your parents write your prologue Life gives the option to be heard While you can’t write your epilogue How do you want to be remembered?
NaPoWriMo: Day 21 (Are we doomed to repeat?)
If Where will we be in a year? Ask me then. Where will we be in a decade? Ask me then. Where will we be in a century? Ask someone else. Where will we be in a millennium? Ask someone then. If you can find someone. If there is anyone. If we made it. If.
The Cat Says “Meh” I often wonder What animals think Exercising free will Or running on instinct The smaller the creature The less it has choice I suppose that’s the case What would they say with their voice I can’t see a housefly Trying to have fun But the dog in the park Enjoys fetch and run The birds come to my balcony At the same time each day If I’m late they do tell me I guess they trained me you could say To know their thoughts I could surely wish As Adams quite elegantly put it So long and thanks for all the fish
NaPoWriMo : Day 27 -Control
Control Like clockwork Until it isn’t Routines repeat Until they don’t Stay in the groove Until you jump out (What’s that? No, it’s not a rut. OK, it’s kinda a rut.) Don’t change Until you need to Expecting the expected Until the unexpected jars you into accepting that no matter how hard you try You’re not in complete… Control
Here From There No two people Will arrive at the same place Given directions and a numbered pace We line them up And teach the skills Then release them with free wills Learn the basics So you can make the choice Everybody has a voice Start at Reading Road Make sure you don’t miss Comprehension Boulevard Turn at Writing Avenue Left or right it’s yours to choose You will see Math Street coming up Spend time at the Basics block If you miss it You may get lost Don’t hesitate to ask for directions Everybody there Is extremely helpful And each has a different perspective You can try to climb the hill Of You Can Be Anything You Want To Be For some it’s better to go around, you’ll see There is no shame to turn around And start again a second time round Sometimes it will be best To ignore the GPS You will find your destination Changes as you travel the nation But when you arrive Take a look around This will be the place you’ve found
Day 31 – Wait. What!? Yes, I know. April only has thirty days. I had written a poem about my dad, and I didn’t want my mom to feel left out. Plus, it was her birthday.
Mom Sometimes we didn’t see eye to eye Except for the year I was as tall as you It was long ago in years And since then I’ve grown It’s true Your experience I oft ignored Thinking I knew better Not true I realized You will always see and do More than me Without your love I wouldn’t be…here I apologize for any grief As a no-it-all teen Or caused by my stupidity Looking back on all that time The trips we took The glasses of wine Some of the best time spent Oddly when it didn’t seem The next room they can hear us bitchin’ Sharing what we think is best You and I fighting in the kitchen Happy Birthday, Mom.