NaPoWriMo – Day Thirty – ‘Just In With King James’

For the final day of National Poetry Writing Month we were given the prompt to write a poem about a strange and fascinating fact. I’m here to bring you a little bit of trivia about King James and how the King James Bible was funded.
(Btw, George is George Villers, 1st Duke of Buckingham)

 

‘Just In With King James’

This, just in, King James
Finds it ironic and horrifying
That a lot of people love
His Bible for all the bashing
It can do.

It was reported that
He turned in bed to his lover
In heaven and passed the phone
With the article pulled up about
Westboro Baptists lastest picket praising.

“Nobody knows their history these days,
He was said to comment,
“Christ had a John, and I have my George,
And the church got a lump sum to translate
A new bible to keep them out of my new bed.”

 

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NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Six – ‘Cats and Coffee’

We were challenge to write a concrete poem involving all five senses for today!

 

‘Cats and Coffee’

I sat down to do some work this morning.
Coffee measured out and brewing, but then the cat came over
To suggest that maybe I don’t, he loudly meowed and declared.

He meowed, and meowed, and then yeowed
At my bedroom door, and when I held it open, finally,
He stared and stared inside, and stared a little more.

I went to shut as he took off down the hall, little paws
Tapping at the wooden floors. Officially closed and seated again
I heard taps returning until he stopped anew outside my door.

He meowed, and meowed, and then yeowed.
So I got up in defeat, and opened my door again.
This time he sped right on in and sat himself in my chair.

I picked him up and put him down in my lap,
His little paws digging into my thighs in defiance
As he watched my pen scratch back and forth – he planned war.

Like lighting his little paw shot out and smacked,
With patience I got up and he fell gracefully out of my lap.
I could smell and feel the sweet, black coffee thick on my tongue.
It’s early morning and my coffee is hot, fresh, and finally ready to pour.

 

 

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NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Five – ‘Warning Lable’

Prompt twenty-five asked us to write a warning label for ourselves in the form of a poem.

 

‘Warning Label’

I’m sitting here quietly,
But the warning label reads:

Very talkative, but half asleep.
Don’t give too much sugar, caffeine,
Expectations – it may break.
Handle with semi-care,
Not enough to be rude.
Yawns tumble out often,
On and off cursing,
Sometimes stuttering,
Frequent puns.

I’m sitting here with coffee and
The onslaught continues:

Don’t touch, it does bite,
And headbutts, and trips, and falls.
Has a tendency to run head first
Unsupervised and supervised into walls.
Doesn’t pay attention physically,
But sometimes will mentally..
Always will emotionally.
Likes to set fires. Likes to eat.
Likes to sleep, so don’t expect it up
At any reasonable hour.
And when it’s down, don’t expect it
In any form or mood for a week.
Volatile, but not explosive.

I’m sitting here reading, nodding,
And not really disagreeing.

 

 

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GloPoWriMo – Day Seventeen – ‘And He Did, Twice’

The prompt for day seventeen was to write a poem that retells a family anecdote. This is a funny little story about my grandfather and the type of man he is…

‘And He Did, Twice’

There is a road
A hundred and seventy-six
Miles long, no gas station stops,
Just the car, the plains, the mountains
Steadily running through the back end
Of empty Oregon farm land and forest.

My grandfather loves a challenge,
Or he’s just dumb,
My grandmother has no problem telling you,
Because not once, but three different times
He turned down that road willingly with half a tank
Swearing he could make it.

 

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GloPoWriMo – Day Fourteen – ‘You Dreamed of a Rowboat’

For day fourteen the prompt was to write a fake dream dictionary entry for a set of nouns. I picked rowboat because, well, why not.

‘You Dreamed of A Rowboat’

Rowboat

To dream you are in a rowboat symbolize
You are feeling stuck on top of a body of your emotions,
Rowing above them you cannot escape, the waves
Will try and dictate your actions, you can only
Push and pull yourself along in attempt to leave,
Finding reason and land. If you dream you are on the sea
There is very little you can do but drown.
If you are beached on land, yet sit rowing regardless,
Then maybe you ought to drown.

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GloPoWriMo – Day Thirteen – ‘Milk’

The prompt for day thirteen of GloPoWriMo was to write a poem in which you turn a common phrase or idiom on its head.

‘Milk’

Don’t cry over split milk,
But do bitch over it instead.
It’s therapeutic and only natural
-The world is full of woe and trouble
And we can’t ever fix it all, but
We can bitch about split milk
As we watch the cup begin to fall.

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GloPoWriMo – Day Eleven – ‘Late for Tomorrow’

Day eleven of GloPoWriMo had the prompt to write a poem that addresses the future.

‘Late For Tomorrow’

Look, I wrote this poem late
Waiting to address a tomorrow
That never really managed to come.

I woke up to three different days
Thinking today I will lay down the pen
And my foot – I will conquer my future
With first my thoughts and then actions!

Except everyday I kept hitting snooze on my alarm
Until it was three clock, and by then I was hungry
With an empty mind as to what I might want to eat.

By the time I’d scoured up something to snack on
Dinner time was hovering above me and
I had to commit to a full meal, at least one for the day.

Eventually, hours later, I got settled, got the paper, the pens,
My computer turned on with soft indie rock playing.
Everything was set, but the cat couldn’t get comfortable

In my lap and so he sat on my bed and yelled,
Until finally I joined him in watching tv while he dozed,
As cats will do, in the square middle of my chest.
I wanted to write something as deep as I was late

To writing this, but I guess the best thing I can now say is
Sometimes days you try and some days you win,
But either way we all end up living day to day,
And sometimes I wake up already late for tomorrow.

 

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NaNoWriMo – ‘Scrimshank’

It’s been a good day. It was raining when I got off work this morning,and after a quick unexpected nap I hung out with a friend. We mostly got coffee and prepped for an upcoming Starfinder campaign that’ll be starting sometime in December. It also helps my mood, but not my wallet, that I bought two books I didn’t need.

Today’s poem is actually a fun little piece I wrote using today’s word of the day as a jumping point. To scrimshank is to avoid one’s obligations or share of work – aka, to shirk duties.

 

‘Scrimshank’

In my defense,
It’s raining and on a rainy day
You sleep, most naturally.
I understand I made promises.
There are many things to do:
Laundry, paperwork, the bills,
Some writing, some more writing,
A picture I promised you I’d draw.

I’ve got a two lives worth of work
Sitting impatiently on my desk daring me
To choose my bed and its cheap comfort.
Well, an untested virtue is no virtue,
So I’ll have you know – I would never
Find or be chosen by the Holy Grail.
Life can wait another day, it’s raining-
And I’ve got a date in my dreams.

 

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NaNoWriMo – Purple My Spaded Heart

Today’s NaNo went really well! I managed 1,710 words today – most of which was spent on the epic poem. I ended up writing 3 separate stand alone poems and figured this was the best of the lot. I’ve been going through old fragments I wrote down back in August to jump off of. I didn’t realize how many little pieces I’ve accumulated. I’m pretty sure I have enough to write with for the entire month. To give my hands a break I’ve also began drawing possible covers for the next collection I’m going to publish. Included above is the rough design for Roses. It’s a Cecile Brunner, a very beautiful climbing rose that the first section will be named after.

As for the explanation behind the poem for today. Last week was Asexuality awareness week, and a while back I began to make an odd list of things I’ve been called when people tried to explain asexuality away or allude to the fact that I’m a bit more queer than they’d like. I also had fun and made one or two of my own. It reminds my of the code words the media use to use when trying to avoid saying a character is gay. It can get a little ridiculous.

 

‘Purple My Spaded Heart’

We can’t just say things straight
So let me tell you what they say
About all the regrettable people like me:

I’m someone who’s forever uncertain,
Sleeps and dreams alone, every night
In my own bed, never adventurous enough
To test the covers of another’s.

I’m cold, though kind, and a distant look
Is always somewhere in my mind,
So queer, because they could swear I dream
But never of what the future must bring.

And I like neither the sunrise or the sunset,
Not a rose and chocolate person, no candles
On the dinner table, only one cup instead of two
For my morning coffee and tea with its minimal sugar.

There’s no roses in my rose garden,
No secret nooks to hide away into and love more
Naturally. It’s a shame, an unfortunate shame-
A pretty face, a handsome body, all willfully wasted.

I’ve got a purple spaded heart,
And I take no company. It’s lonely.
It must be. I know. I’ve been told so,
But maybe I just haven’t found the one.

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Daily Card Pull – The Devil – ‘Hungry Devil’

Today’s card pull was The Devil, a card symbolizing materialism, excess, being chained, but also playfulness. Today after closing at work my housemate and sister went to the store to pick up originally just band-aids (because I’m clumsy), yet I came home with more than just band-aids…

 

‘Hungry Devil’

Hungry Devil, such a hungry devil
I’ve come to be – every paycheck is spent
Twice a month prowling all of them, everywhere,
From the convenient Mom&Pops shoppes
To the super centers without windows.
I stalk between their aisles picking up this
And also that – setting most back
Half-haphazardly.
I’m determined to find
What newest flavor, newest treat
My mind and stomach so desire.
The more items I toss into the cart
The more my wallet lightens and cries, but
I, the Hungry Devil, am eyeing my next prize.

 

 

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