NaPoWriMo, 2013, #24

All of the words in the poem were words that were found in anagrams of my name which was the (optional) prompt for today.

ANAGRAM NAMED SELF-PORTRAIT

My care in any idyl may be led by my icy cry
And I deny my care in any enemy
And my care denied by my end led by my deny.

Merely drab, drably mere, I have no mercy
And am leery of bad men called by my
Cerebral lambency.

I deny merrily any embrace by my relic, me,
And reclaim any yearned and earned rebel, mine
And blame liable, maybe lyrical, bad men merrily.

NaPoWriMo, Another #23, 2013

THIS RHYME IS A CRIME

My brain it won’t stop thinking in rhymes.
Is there a psychological title in these times?
My brain it won’t stop thinking in rhymes!

Must every sentence be part of this poem
everywhere I go, not just when I’m home?
Must every sentence be part of this poem?

My mind is spinning out of control
and my body is falling into the hole.
My mind is spinning out of control!

I’ve entered space and am passing the moon
singing all the while my mysterious tune
I’ve entered space and am passing the moon.

What’s happening to me as I move my lips
when I feel the universe floor as it rips.
what’s happening to me as I move my lips?

I’m torn apart as my rhymes bounce back
as they hit me like a kind of flack.
I’m torn apart as my rhymes bounce back!

I’ll go upstairs and bury my head
under my pillow upon my bed.
I’ll go upstairs and bury my head.