NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018, Poetry

NaPoWriMo 2018- Day Thirty

 

Title: Clean Cicatrix

 

Almost always faithful, I know this machine’s language:
a stubborn double blink for hunger,
a lazy beep for exhaustion,
spewed up suds for frustration,
silence when scorned.

Almost always thorough, I see the untouched stains:
betraying erstwhile misgivings,
anointed medals on cloth, in remembrance
of every single defaced imperfection.

Always the wildest, loudest; sightless fighter:
bleached blindfolds distract all senses
in a chlorine afterthought; two-fold function:
repelling visible light and the intoxication
of a sombre reality.

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018, Poetry

NaPoWriMo 2018- Day Twenty-Nine

 

Title: Kimo- Reruns

 

each afternoon brings me to the same place;
apprehensive and aware
I’ve no more patience left

 

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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

 

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018, Poetry

NaPoWriMo 2018- Day Twenty-Four

Title: Spring Showers

a breeze becomes a gale,
in an instant, almost –
in micro-measurements, in fact

written down the margins
inside a book closed shut:
furious gusts have torn
too many important pages out

written by the weaker hand
of someone you know you trust,
but the symbols remain illegible

the gale brings rain, it always does;
it soddens at will, not because it’s spoilt
but because of its nature

after the torrent, puddles at every corner,
the risk to slide on sludge;
along the opportunity to wipe it off, later

 

 

 

 

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018, Poetry

NaPoWriMo 2018- Day Twenty-Three

Title: Thomas Got Quite Upset

 

delayed bemoaning
in childish protection
an immature projection
of the monser within

I wasted my time explaining
how I plead in desperation
when the noise from the walls
takes over my senses
in a handful, ripped
not even plucked one by one
torn from my ground
for the sake of unnecessary mayhem

for it is chaos in its meanest form
spiteful words burning out a whistle mouth
outrageous claim, the lowest of the low

I don’t think Thomas knows upset

 

 

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NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018, Poetry

NaPoWriMo 2018- Day Twenty-Two

Title: A Brush with the Past

 

The war is over.
The remaining skirmishes won’t allow
new memories to form or old ones to fade;
much easier when warm from daily battle,
in the cold, the joints crack
more than ever it’s imperative
to be patient, perfectly poised;
perseverance in remembrance
that what’s learnt remains within;
call to arms, competence and technique
assembled: solemn, but more than ready
to shout out encouragement.
The bravest soldiers cover their ears
at the sounds of red fury burning holes
in common sense; right through vitality
and its essence; becoming a petty pool
of slimy residue.

 

 

 

 

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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.

 

 

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