NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018, Poetry

NaPoWriMo 2018- Day Twenty-Eight

 

Title: Baby Girl

born unbranded, but impure,
for all decisions made prior
to the arrival were poorly thought
OUT
into the world; a bubble first,
drop-feeding foolish milk,
a cage to grow
OUT
of in size and might
a room with a lock to pick at
with mysteries unsolved
unable to step
OUT
come fantastic stories
of wilderness and nails
with ragged edge

 

 

#napowrimo #glopowrimo #napowrimo2018 #glopowrimo2018 #poetrychallenge #poetrymonth #poem
#poetry #out #girl #female #dogeatdog #welcometoyourlife

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018, Poetry

NaPoWriMo 2018- Day Twenty-Five

Title: Breakout

 

choose your weapon carefully
your mind is in danger
weapon is a last resort
carefully in last realistic plan
please, danger, last resort, plan escape

 

#napowrimo #glopowrimo #napowrimo2018 #glopowrimo2018 #poetrychallenge #poetrymonth #poem
#poetry #visual #grid #repeatingwords #experimental

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018, Poetry

NaPoWriMo 2018- Day Twenty-One

Title: Honket- Surely Gone Bad

After much deliberation
I set out to make a cup of coffee,
instead drinking dissatisfaction
empty-handed, without trophy.

By afternoon, I’d already won an award:
been crowned queen of the pyramids
by the administrators of the board;
now to decide how valid the decision is.

Squinting eyes stuck to the keyboard,
thinking in patterns, typing in straight lines.
No one else is looking or updating the scoreboard;
to create a form and to convey feeling from divine signs
is harder to keep up when the milk goes sour;
to maintain shape and structure’s now out of my confines,
expecting a close escape in the midnight hour:
as the clock strikes twelve, so will inspiration
by then, prepared to do all it takes to discover power.

 

 

 

 

NB A Honket is a never-used before poetic form with seventeen lines usually with a coffee theme.

 

 

#napowrimo #glopowrimo #napowrimo2018 #glopowrimo2018 #poetrychallenge #poetrymonth #poem
#poetry #honket #coffee #sour #milk #gonebad #poeticform

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Thirty (plus epilogue)

(I end this challenge late but on what I feel is a playful high. Events and challenges welcome us to step out of comfort zones and to have fun our precious words. Safe and samey? Oh no! 

To those to have read my 2017 contribution to April Poetry Challenge Month: thank you! x)

 

Effort

do you
do you do you do
you
try as hard as you
can
try try try as much much
as you you you
do you
try
hard as nails
sharp hard
can you
do
hard hard hard
try try
much

will you lo    o     sen up
l   e    t        go
go    go g   o g     o
re al        f    a    r
a    w    a    y
far away
far so far so hard
you tr
ied
bre ath ing in and o    u
t
in      and      ou    t
and o ut

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty-Nine

Invisible

Not a cell, not a cage:
still a jail.
No bars nor fences:
consistent and confident obstacle.
What’s more vital, imagination or will?
Strength and power from pith into pieces.
You are what you eat, forced to absorb
miracle decoctions drop by drop.
Whether strong current or stream,
small catch in a big box, bait and net.
#poem #poetry #napowrimo2017 #glopowrimo2017
#challenge #experimental

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017 Day Eighteen

Run-on Silent Complaints

you’ve been here forever

(nothing has except some particles known to no one hiding under scores of layers of rock with names and classifications those bits of rubble may have been here forever)

they can’t kick you out

(they could if they really wanted to in this corner we have the ones that rushed to get permanent resident forms in fear not so lucky to have overprotective progenitors forking out for private health insurance)

(intersectionally stuck foreign ill female she seems nice don’t make me doubt the differences and similarities between scammed and skanked)

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2017, Poetry

NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2017- Day Eleven

Fountain Pen- Diatribe in Spurts*

come on, ink start flowing properly
in characteristics smooth lines

allow my handwriting to look abandoned

silly pen

do you just need readjusting?
or am I too quick to dismiss you?

the old nib was my gliding ally

warming up, tough to break in

I don’t have the patience,
but I do have the curiosity.

working yet? Part of your job
to frustrate with a starting
slow flow?

you’re no better than a stumpy felt tip
if you keep up like this

 

 

 

* Much like the ink itself
#poem #poetry #napowrimo2017 #glopowrimo2017
#experimental #frustration #fountainpen #ink #flow

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