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NaPoWriMo Poem Day 30 ~~ It’s Been Fun but I Got to Run!

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It’s Been Fun but I Got to Run!

 

I’ve learned so much this month of April
Poem writing for me was such a gamble
A poet I’m not, at least that’s what I thought
So I decided to join NaPoWriMo

I learnt about alliteration, quatrain, metaphor
Tanka, Irony, Blank verse, and Doggerel
Name Poem, Free Verse, Terza Rima,
Falling Meter, Quatrain, metaphor

My mind was a whirl with all these terms
A poet I was not I thought it’d been reaffirmed
Stubborn I am, so I sat down to learn
And wrote every day and thought I did discern
A slight improvement within my words

I wrote a poem every day for a month
Proud I didn’t back down once
Today is the end of the challenge
Tho I’m so glad I took the plunge

Now it’s time to say good-bye
To all the poems, my how time flies
I had a blast and was taught so much
But think I’ll stick to my  fiction stories

It’s been fun, but I got to run!
All I can say now is I’m damn glad it’s done!

 

 

Today is the last day of NaPoWriMo and I’m really proud of myself that I didn’t quit and finished the month out. This poem is my way of saying good-bye to the challenge. I enjoyed myself, but now it’s time to go back to my first love, fiction short stories. Thank you all for coming along on my ride. See you next month!

 

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NaPoWriMo Poem Day 29 ~~~ Old Friends

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Old Friends

Books, books, books
friends from long ago
Alice, Jo, Huck, Jane
Names written on my heart
characters that kept me company
on many a long lonely day

Books, books, books
the smell of ink on paper pages
the feel of them between my fingers
black letters dance before my eyes
taking me to new places and old
adventures to be had, tales to be told

Books, books, books
they can make me laugh, cry, think
stories take hold, don’t let go
till the last page is read to the end
many times beyond as my mind
takes flight, I am that character I find

Books, books, books
Old friends, new
safe havens, they never let me down
No one is ever alone, when they
pick up a book and open its cover
to worlds renowned……..

This poem came about from my love of books and the written word. Hope you enjoyed. 

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NaPoWriMo Poem Day 28 ~~~ From the News

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From the News

Vampire Chazz Darling has a hobby
quixotic in character, he joins in games
he likes to role play, costumes, acting
supernatural powers, it’s all the same

Drinking Poisoned Absinthe makes him crazy
so he leaves explicit messages to his enemy
bloody body parts are left here and there
in his mind’s eye, criticizing, feuds are a pair

Mocked in the community,
his vampire rage knows no bounds
he goes online to message boards,
to let his anger resound

Indignantly his conservative friends are sorry
that this terrible thing made tonight’s news story

 

 

This poem came about because I followed the NaPoWriMo’s websites prompt today: 

Today I challenge you to find a news article, and to write a poem using (mostly, if not only) words from the article! You can repeat them, splice them, and rearrange them however you like. Although the vocabulary may be “just the facts,” your poem doesn’t have to be — it doesn’t even have to be about the subject of the news article itself.

Below is the news article I used for the poem. Comments are always welcome. Thank you!

 

News of the Weird
Weirdnuz.M368, April 27, 2014
Copyright 2014 by Chuck Shepherd 

Lead Story 

First-term U.S. Rep. Ted Yoho of Florida is already among the House’s most conservative members, but his Republican primary challenger claims to be even more so–but with a quixotic, long-time hobby as a costumed, role-playing “gamer.” Challenger Jake Rush (in his day job, a lawyer) portrays supernatural characters as a prominent member of the national Mind’s Eye Society and Florida’s Covenant of the Poisoned Absinthe, including a vampire named “Chazz Darling,” who, according to a Yahoo message board once left an explicit, body-parts-bloodying threat to a role-player with whom he had been feuding. (The Florida political report SaintPetersBlog broke the story–and was quickly criticized, less by Rush’s political defenders than by the indignant “cosplay” community, feeling mocked.) [SaintPetersBlog, 4-1-2014] [MiamiNewTimes.com, 4-1-2014http://www.weirduniverse.net/

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NaPoWriMo Poem Day 27 ~~~ Haiku

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Haiku

 

Sun peeking over

Horizon sees beauty in

What darkness has hid

 

Silhouette of tree

Reaching to the skies, begging

For Heaven’s moisture

 

Clouds in purple sky

Natural beauty at dawn

Sun plays peek-a-boo

 

 

 

The NaPoWriMo’s website prompt today was to write a poem based from a picture prompt. They gave four pictures, but I decided to use one I found myself. I also decided to do a few Haiku, as I haven’t done any this month yet. Japanese haiku traditionally consist of 17 on, or sounds, divided into three phrases: 5 sounds, 7 sounds, and 5 sounds. English poets interpreted on as syllables. That’s the easy definition. It can get rather complex, but I will leave that to the experts. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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NaPoWriMo Poem Day 26 ~~~ Sam

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Sam

Eight pounds of funny character
Sam is a force to be accounted for
Black and white bundle of love
He fits in my life just like a glove
Toys he has, but doesn’t like to share
The cats look at that like a dare

They steal his food and his play things
Until he gets mad and then what a fling!
Sam chases them off, till the next time
He waits patiently, while they plot their crime

Get along, please?

I followed (or tried to) the prompt for today at the NaPoWriMo’s website:

Today’s prompt is the curtal sonnet, a  fourteen line sonnet. It has a first stanza of six lines, followed by a second stanza of four, and then closes with a half-line. The form was invented in the 1800s by Gerard Manley Hopkins, who used it in his famous poem “Pied Beauty”. So for today, I challenge you to give the curtal sonnet a whirl. It doesn’t need to rhyme — though it can if you like — and feel free to branch out beyond iambic pentameter. Happy writing!

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NaPoWriMo Poem Day 25 ~~~ Which Way to Go?

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Which Way to Go?

Which way to go? Which way to go?
I stand at a cross roads in my life
Look left, right, back again
Decisions to be made,

Which way to go? Which way to go?
I’ve been here so many times
Each time I choose a path to tread
Sometimes right, sometimes wrong

Which way to go? Which way to go?
Worry, fret become my companions
Do I go this way or that way?
Hesitate, wonder, left or right

Which way to go? Which way to go?
Now weary of loneliness, sorrow, pain
Tears flow, how am I do know?
I need to let go, let go

Which way to go? Which way to go?
A strong hand slips into mine
A shoulder to lean on, my tears dry
Together we face the ways

Which way to go? Which way to go?
My love walks with reassurance
He makes the way clear to see
I want to go where he goes

Which way to go? Which way to go?
Stopping, surveying our paths of life
He kisses me, whispers, I love you
I choose to go wherever he goes

I have chosen to follow today’s prompt from the NaPoWriMo websiteAnaphora is a literary term for the practice of repeating certain words or phrases at the beginning of multiple clauses or, in the case of a poem, multiple lines. 

 

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NaPoWriMo Poem Day 24 ~~~ Orphan Cries

 

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Orphan Cries

Room abandoned, beds empty
Walls echo with orphan cries
Tis nought but bricks, wood, plaster
This dark, gloomy room
Where lines of beds reside
Teary, weary children were kept
Played little, worked much,
Grew to be men, women,
Out in the hard world they go
Walls dingy, windows, tall, doors locked
Room where sadness, loneliness reigns
Children crying in flat pillows at night
Praying for someone to take them home
The hardwood floors soak up their fears
Moonlight dully shines to light the gloom
Shadows dancing on the walls, nightmares come
Brick, wood, plaster walls, muffle their orphan cries

Today’s poem followed the NaPoWriMo website prompt:

 Today, I challenge you to write a poem that features walls, bricks, stones, arches, or the like. If that sounds a bit hard, remember that one of Robert Frost’s most famous poems was about a wall. Happy writing!

Hope you enjoyed and I always welcome comments!

 

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NaPoWriMo Poem Day 23 ~~~ Tortured Poet

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Tortured Poet

Alliteration, ballads, stanzas
all parts of poems and such
The poet sits, reflects, pouts
his heart so full of doubt

Faraway lands beckon him,
romance, rhymes, verses, tankas
he needs to roam, to experience
how can he write what he knows nought about?

Travelling around the world
to bask in old cultures, rites, history
an ode, limerick, narrative or two
practising his pastoral oratory

Ireland, Japan, Australia are places he goes
years it took, while he wrote his prose
Older he grew, wiser no doubt
walking ancient trails, up hill, around

Rain or shine, elephant rides, camels too
Netherlands, France, even Spain
He wrote, wrote, wrote and never complained
Terza Rima, rhyme royal, his own refrains

His tortured soul grew quiet one day
Home called to him, he headed that way
A head full of poems, heart at rest
He now knew he could give lyrics his best

This poem is also for the Daily Post challenge; Tell us about the top five places you’ve always wanted to visit.

Inside my poem is the top 5 places I’ve always wanted to visit. I’m sure it will be easy to spot them.  Thank you for reading! Comments always welcome. 

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NaPoWriMo Poem Day 22 ~~ Fairy Tales

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Fairy Tales

Fairy tales new and old
Little girls and boys so bold
Fairies, witches the occasional troll
These are stories to be told

Cats in hats, kittens with mittens
Cows jumping over moons being smitten
Evil stepmothers, with apples to be bitten
Dark, gloomy castles a welcome addition

Tales of knights and maidens fair
Dragons flying in the air
Some with a quaint family of bears
Eating porridge in china dinnerware

We are never too old nor too young
To hear of magic beans that were flung
Growing upwards to where the giants sung
Oh, how I love to read about heroes unsung

So gather children at my feet
For tales of houses made of sweets
Where bricks of gold pave the streets
And animals walk, talk and meet

Once upon a time
When all was fine
In every pleasant clime
Faeries shared everything of mine.

This poem was done from the NaPoWriMo’s prompt for today, which was;

Today, I challenge you to write a poem for children. This could be in the style of a nursery rhyme, or take a cue from Edward Lear or Shel Silverstein. It could rhyme — or not. It could be short — or not. Happy writing!

I didn’t follow it to the letter, as my poem is about fairy tales not a fairy tale. I hope you enjoy!

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NaPoWriMo Day 21 Poem ~~~ Mystic Forest

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Mystic Forest

I walk, dream, think
my thoughts float up
thru the canopy of leaves
fog surrounds me,
wrapping me in it’s soft folds
drops of it’s tears shimmer
against my skin, like a lovers kiss

Alone, not lonely, still, quiet
my sanctuary, my bliss
steps muffled, as I walk slowly
a winding trail, like my thoughts
my cares gone, long forgotten
I am at peace in these mystic woods

Time stands still, sun breaks through
feel it’s warmth against the chill
a whisper of a breeze teases the leaves
talking to the trees, life wakes
I hear a rustle in aged undergrowth
something walking beside me, keeping time
as my feet move me forward

Life moves on, it’s what we all do
seeking, questing, living till we die
loving, giving, taking, leaving better behind
I am settled, the solitude of the woods
quiets my heart, my soul, behind I leave
the fears, doubts, misgivings,
they will disappear with the fog
inside my mystic forest, I am reborn

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NaPoWriMo Poem Day 20 ~~ Old Memories

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Old Memories

 

Handmade toys, long forgotten

Faded photos, tarnished frames

Abandoned? Why, I wonder?

Someone’s past memory.

 

Pocket watches, old glass faces

Dusty with age and time

Despite faltering, life went on?

Someone’s timeless memory.

 

Purple velvet lined jewelry box

Empty now, but for stale air

Hopes and dreams once lay inside?

Someone’s cherished memory.

 

Dried flowers, sad and alone

Once were brilliant, now long dulled

Were they picked from the garden below?

Someone’s perfumed memory.

 

Peeling, cracked paint upon the walls

Rooms decaying, long ignored

Love once rebounded thru the halls?

Someone’s long forgotten memory.

 

 

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NaPoWriMo Poem Day 18 ~~ Rain Flowers

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Rain Flowers

Spring brings soft rain
winter ends its pain
flowers in glorious color
stand tall and reign

New green grass grows
rain never slows
it’s refreshing drink is savored
only a matter of time I know

Soon color to the land will come
flowers, shrubs, gardens, so awesome
Windows opened wide, no longer
will I be sunk in winter’s boredom

I rejoice in rain clouds in the skies
as birds compete on current highs
Leaves show green on the trees
as if they’ve been brushed with dyes

So let it rain, let it pour all day
I will no longer be winters prey
Gray and gloomy it might be
soon rain flowers will gently sway

This poem is called a rubaiyat. It’s from today’s prompt from the NaPoWriMo website

Today they challenge you to write a ruba’i. What’s that? Well, it’s a Persian form — multipe stanzas in the ruba’i form is a rubaiyat, as in The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. Basically, a ruba’i is a four-line stanza, with a rhyme scheme of AABA. Robert Frost’s famous poem Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening uses this rhyme scheme. You can write a poem composed of one ruba’i, or try your hand at more, for a rubaiyat.