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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.

NaPoWriMo, 2013, #23, Prompted Optional Triolet

DEAD SUNBURN

My love is lying in the sun
that fair skin usually makes her shun.
The hunters are starting their day.
My love is lying in the sun.
I hope the hunters miss their prey.
My love is lying in the sun
that fair skin usually makes her shun!

NaPoWriMo 2013 #22, Earthday Prompt

TREE HUGGING

Stooping, parting grass, seeing Toad sitting in his doorway,
talking to a neighbor friend. Looking, each doorway containing
at least one Toad eavesdropping, living in this apartment cave
that joins in the center communal room.

Vine stairways climb up, held by toeholds in bark
to doorway of Bird who tries to fill never-ending beaks while
around and around Squirrel is racing, using huge tree arms
as platforms to the balcony made by amputation of an arm and
now a miniature meadow with grass, bushes and mushrooms.

Above, Woodpecker anoints my head as he tries to reach a
burrowing Insect and the Cardinal sings to bewitch a mate.
Almost leaves, ready to burst out and open tiny arms to Sun
who started this cacophony to begin with.

The tree so high I can barely see its top,
So old I cannot reach around it,
The bark twisting around in swirls
making faces at me.

I rest my hand on a root and feel the quiver of life.
I love you tree.

NaPoWrMo, 2013, #19, Barn Sale (Prompt)

BARN SALE:

Hats that only fit large heads

Paper weights, mostly dead

Black and white flash-back albums

Tractor with Deere John instructions

Rare cemented memory jugs

Computer with some virus bugs

Crutches for a broken knee

Glasses, rose-colored, you can see

Wedding band (one size fits all)

Pins inserted in a doll

Urn with ashes (includes a hole)

Disaster headlines in a roll

Heart (needs mending/cannot use)

1950’s blue suede shoes

Clothing , small, so they should last

Mantle clock that runs too fast

Wedding dress, new, never used

Mirror, cracked, please excuse

Promises, broken, worked for me

Kids are welcome, dogs are free

NaPoWriMo, 2013, #18, Beginning and End (Prompt)

FOREVER

Impossible to look over your shoulder when you need to watch the face.
The face looks at you so kindly. You dare not drop the mace.
The eyes that twinkle merrily while sucking out your life
while behind you moving slowly is the same face with a knife.

You would think you’d learned your lesson and just pack your bags and leave.
You get so tired of watching and you do so need reprieve.
But why bother when you know these things and its way too late to quibble?
Besides, you’ve tried
You’re tired now
No Time
Watch out
Impossible

NaPoWriMo, 2013, #17, Greeting (Prompt)

Mushroom2a

DAWN BOY’S GREETING

Dawn Boy, little chief
greets the morning with his belief
that there is beauty everywhere.
Just look for it. It will be there

Let there be beauty above you.
Let there be beauty below you.
Let there be beauty around you.
Thank you.

NaPoWriMo 2013 #14 – Persona Poem

MAYBE THERE’S TIME

I’m strong and I’m able. I’m ready to go
to the earth, from this planet, I’m ready to show
to those beings, those “humans”, just what they don’t know.
I know they won’t like it. It will be a big blow.
But, I’m strong and I’m able and I’m ready to go!

On my way I salute the sun.
“Can’t stop”, I declare, “I must run!”
Sun nods as she stays in her place.
“I know”, she calls, waving her rays.

Then, as I quickly swoop by Moon,
I bow to him quickly, it’s noon!
Not a word does he say back to me.
He’s been touched, been defaced, I see.

I hurry right on through these beings trash.
“I’ll cope with you later”, I say as I pass.
I duck as the beings shoot their first dart
I know that this thing will be more “junk art”.

As I land I’m appalled at the sight!
It’s going to take time to make right.
They’ve ruined it all, see the blight?
Then Earth says, “I’m too tired to fight,
You’ve arrived just in time with your curative might”.

And, I’m strong and I’m able and ready to go!
My name is Salvation and soon it will show.
I point toward a city and I strike my first blow!
I’m strong and I’m able and I’m ready to go!

NaPoWriMo #12- Unspeakables

Now this one felt REALLY good!  Everyone should do this.

I want to put my hands around your neck
and swing you boldly off the deck.
Did you just fart? I’d like to know.
Is that a wart and will it grow?

With only three teeth how can you chew?
I might be older but look younger than you.
Your face looks like you ran into a train.
Your ass is so big you must use a crane.

Fix your gums because of your breath.
I’ll not eat your food, it will cause my death.
The dress you gave me looks like a rag.
Your house smells so bad I’m going to gag.

If you use big words then know what they mean.
If I looked like you I’d try not to be seen.
Your son just died? That’s not so bad
he was ugly and dumb just like his Dad.

Oh, all these things I’ve wanted to say
and now that I’ve said them they’ll go away.
I’ll just hit delete on this little machine
and what once was will never have been!

NaPoWriMo2013#1

Cleaning out the barn on a windy day that requires gloves and coat
Making it difficult to pick up dropped screws, nails and tacks.
So quiet but the wind outside rattling the large sliding doors
The smell of ghosts of horses that lived here before me
Climbing steep steps to scare Mrs. Mouse hiding in the bubble wrap
Pushing things aside that make memories flood down my throat
Good and bad slowing me down until the sun setting makes it hard
To see that I haven’t accomplished much except make a path through the dust.