Tag: #NationalPoetryMonth

As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

… and here we are, at the end. It’ll take me a few days now to decide what to do next, so apologies that everything will get a wee bit behind as a result. The last poem is, I think, one of the best of the lot.

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The Last War

Sound does not 
exit, it remains
aeroplane, speeding
train only ground
perception shifts

memory 

inversion, gone
standing still, muteness 
grows; noise departs
inconstant permanence
eyes, upwards, mind 
recalls childhood’s differing 
resonance: single spitfire 
steam’s tender wheels 
life was new, threats 
indistinct, adult’s task
solve, mingle within
life’s near end
lost, friends care 
does not die, it 
maintains in transport
air remembering, remains
looking there, awe 

passed away

shows we come and go
mind’s changeless
rhythm, vanishing.

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As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

#29 was always a fragment that never belonged. I took the time therefore to make it into something that now, will never end.

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You Are Not

...and yet

I failed
too many times
counting layers pointless
infinity’s unfailing
heart-rate soars
chips seconds off 
our lives effort
lazy inconstant 
disappointment warps
weeps every pore 
sigh for the camera
I failed

and yet...

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As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

#28 probably needs a re-write, but with two days left to go? It can stay as it is. I’m proud of it regardless, because it was the first time I properly rebelled with a contest entry. Fat lot of good that did me.

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Angle Poise

Now I’m older

I’m not 
astronaut caught in your pointless gravity
I’m not a
fire-woman, but pour sand where flashpoints rise;
I’m not the
doctor either, ‘til your fragile ego’s broken
I’m never a pop star 
yet sing Hallelujah 
tune in time;
I don’t want to be a politician 
won’t lie better in bed
I don’t need lottery winnings
to grasp wealth of inexperience;
I don’t have qualifications 
making me an 
utter exploitative bastard
I don’t expect 
you to understand 
what our problem 
is 
either.

My angle, poise precision, 
illuminating darkness
cold sofa, bed red mourning one last time.
My life, no longer ours 
to fix then damage
boy, untold failures, immaturity defined.

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As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

#27 is a poem about exercise. A lot of my life is gym-related. It’s a very important lifeline, and I’m very grateful for the strength and mental fortitude it has provided me of the past few years.

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Stronger

it is no more
enough, at length
allowing
grasp
of narrative:
instead of
them, allow
yourself
permission
to be
stronger.

within a space
expands to fit
confident
grasp
of musculature:
thin becomes
waste of time
instead,
this girl
can,
stronger.

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As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

#26 is dedicated to author Jeff VanderMeer. If you know him, you’ll know why.

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Terroir

enter; a different frame

rules shingle mentality, distrust intent:
don’t make brave walk inside; quiet queue traps girl,
circles gaslit nights, days behind. ‘this man’s work
not like others’ hold, exceeds,’ small, scant relief; still, 
 
too late:

fog’s rolling sins engulfing fear, come forth, my child:
meters of art awaits, negating expectations, no escape.
embraced by sugar smoke, acquiesce, consent implicit
shifts uncertain pace; voice not fjord enough, disabling
encompass vastness spaced within own senses, sharp
escarpment, orange circled hell

hold her hand,

panic rains, brain overloads. quiet, scared observer 
cannot run, neuroses stacked; evolution’s forward push
cave wall’s hand-printed exit, step by step… tilted
awareness gambled, point’s not lost; no longer sane.

exit; redefine its name

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As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

Here, finally, is #25. Apologies for the delay in services, this is due to my side hustle becoming a bit more than just hit and hope. So, as this is the happiest I have been for a VERY long time, here’s a poem when I’m not.

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Despondency

Those days you wish,
just for a while, perhaps
ignore the fact our World’s on fire;
everyone else online is happier
because somehow they cannot see
those naked Emperors who dance
upon the charred remains of
broken dreams, good health and
job security… they’ll be the end of me.

Despondency, my constant, irritating
mate, could you not just fuck off
and bother someone else, leaving
a space that happily will be replaced
with blankets, chocolate biscuits
until that day, missed warmth arrives
real hugs return from brilliant chums
true friends who gave themselves
selflessly saving vital part of me.

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As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

Here’s #24 and we’re into the last week. Thought I’d be desperate for poetry at this point but it turns out, not true. Here’s a poem about the end of a relationship in a non-traditional form…

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Overheard at the Virtual Watercooler [TM]

Ignore shell’s markup, plain text
announced update 
multiple platforms:
you and me 
quote 
no longer
in a relationship
unquote
variable reassigned.
Source data, not requested:
sudden, inexplicable reboot
all my memories, 
alphabetical
catalogued in order, devolved
secondary skill-set 
overriding mine.
Clandestine tryst, re-engineered
respect my kudos
gained, 
pinned, 
re-blogged
shared permissions
single user dominance.
I did not authorize your application:
remove this access
respect my privacy.

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As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

#23 was found in a place where I’m fairly certain I’d not intended to archive it, and as a result this has been unearthed after about three years.

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The Final Frontier

Between hemispheres, big bang erupts unprompted;
non-binary futures, fractal wave
one touch,
together possibility, simple equation’s dynamic pressure:
could we launch, 
separate, 
fall to Earth, for all time
or did last unseen stress break, undermine
love’s structural integrity, multi-stage possibility.

Become my mission, brief; exposing expectation’s need
universal constants dismissed
instead,
let us create existence, fresh, expand horizons beyond belief
alternate history
cliché-free,
redefinition of anatomy, biology
science of reproduction summarily dispensed
complex pleasures, repeated, adequate recompense.

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As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

#22 I had such high hopes for. It was going to be the poem that I finally won a major competition with. Sometimes I am a sweet, Summer child with no idea of what is even popular outside the auspice of my own consciousness. Those are days when you shouldn’t send poetry to anyone. I still like it though, even though I’m not nearly intellectual enough…

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Impresa

I am 
beginnings of a bright,
                                       cold day
night, before 
now embers, burnt markers sitting, cooling in their grate:
elderly combustion, served.
You are 
                                       detritus,
payment passed between
wood and sky, fire and air
both spaces, different day’s significance, ascension
marked in place.

This is                                 epiphany
occurrence redefines a
contrary viewpoint, decision borne
fallow land invites new growth, emergent 
happiness within.
That was
                                         a life before
willing more

pitch-black moments taken, buried or forgot
fresh fuel in effort 

transformed into joyous morning optimism,

knowing this sun

will rise.



 

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As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

#21 is another ecological poem I was supposed to put together with the other ones and promptly forgot about. The organizational acumen is beginning to slide but don’t worry, I think I can hold it together sufficiently to last the remaining nine days…

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In Borrowed Time

Instead of                                            words
bring forth deeds        not yet defined
show a change in                       currency
from greatest minds who will decree
level                          the                           field

whilst guilt                  remains as space
in which that silence                         men
defined as guileless parties        place
indifference             as              emphasis
Earth  which all walk                       upon     

Instead                 bring forth a change
greatest minds                            remains
which silence                                defined


Earth                                      all walk upon


feel 
                                  comfort
                                                                     pain


in                      borrowed                    time

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