NaPoWriMo Day 30: Engage with a strange and fascinating fact

NaPoWriMo (2018), Poetry

Captian_Vape

Fact Chosen: Cap’n Crunch’s full name is Horatio Magellan Crunch

 

Horatio was a simple man at sea,

His laugh full and true,  jolly as could be,

Grog unending as he plumbed the depths,

Swilling and pillaging and breaking necks,

He was ne’er the man his Father aspired him to be,

For he was far better than could be seen,

He would not be apprehended

His charisma couldn’t be suspended,

He would be beloved in the hearts of all,

Horatio Magellan we salute you with every delicious milky sucrose crunch-tastic cereal bowl

NaPoWriMo Day 29: Response to Plath Poetry Project

NaPoWriMo (2018), Poetry

Hummingbird-nest

Poem  being responded to:

AMONG THE NARCISSI

Spry, wry, and gray as these March sticks,

Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi.

He is recuperating from something on the lung.

 

Response:

 

Percy needed flight free,

I tried to nurse but he abandoned me,

Yet was he ever really caught?

My heart unworthy cage, all for naught,

I too am in free flight,

As apt to soar in day as night,

My nest awaits,

The fevered taste,

Time will weave sticks into something worthy,

I release all, from birth to sea to infinity

 

NaPoWriMo Day 28: Postcard

NaPoWriMo (2018), Poetry

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Wish you were here,

at the altar of truth clear,

Cognizant of the preciousness of each breath,

Gulping in today knowing full well this will only end in death,

I wanted to hold your hand as we crossed graves,

Holding each other up and pretending it was okay,

Enjoying moments as we could but now that has all gone away,

Memories like blankets, covering former days,

I would have happily cocooned with you in hell,

Ascending, descending and back again, I now, wish you well,

But I quite rather wish you were here,

At the altar of forgiveness of absolution of fear,

At the altar of unlived years,

Songs yet to be sung in less than perfect harmony,

I didn’t want to, but I loved you and it will be, what it will be.

 

NaPoWriMo Day 27: Tarot Art Inspired

NaPoWriMo (2018), Poetry

ar17

http://www.sacred-texts.com/tarot/pkt/pktar17.htm

Pour your fragrant offering at the altar of their feet

Let them fill their cup with you, when you meet,

You’ve no need but to sparkle shine

Build your empire Queen, one day at a time.

Do not be afraid to ascend,

All that was dirt once had to pretend,

Dolly Parton wasn’t built in a day,

Cost her pretty pennies to look that way,

She found the key that you now grasp,

Take a breath, take a leap, take a gasp,

I promise you I won’t let you fall,

I will hold my own crown and walk tall

NaPoWriMo Day 26: Engage all five senses

NaPoWriMo (2018), Poetry

http://agirlandherpearls.tumblr.com/page/2

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In loose formation, shoulders almost grazing,

Cigarettes and sweet dulce de leche cups of coffee,

Soft hand resting shoulder, birds weaving melodies,

I yearn to taste your lips like honey,

Hear the grumble of your voice,

Soft and sweet, lips meet and rejoice,

I trust the currents of wind to blow you as is meant to be,

Time will tell if you will be my fate or a pearlescent step on the road of my history

NaPoWriMo Day 25 Warning Label . . . For Yourself!

NaPoWriMo (2018), Poetry

https://tazerguy.deviantart.com/art/Keep-Calm-and-Stay-Groovy-257430802

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Do not deprive her of conversation,

She wants to know you beyond your favorite radio stations,
She wants to know what makes your heart lift and if she can help,

She can be a little intense and thinky, you will soon see for yourself,

Do not her deprive of nature, her home is as valued as is the road,

If she doesn’t have music or art, she will certainly im/explode,

Cover in kisses, allowing space for her to miss you,

She will naturally give love, if not returned, it may be a momentary issue,

She will wonder if her gaze and heart should lie elsewhere,

Because she seeks control when she’s scared,

But when focused, she sets the world aglow,

Do not doubt her, it only makes her power grow,

Do not doubt her love enduring and steadfast,

Or you may find yourself a fixture of her past,

Nothing more does she dread than an ending,

So she will  instead follow her bliss, ascending

NaPoWriMo Day 24: Elegy

NaPoWriMo (2018), Poetry

http://www.chattanoogasciencefair.org/feather-art-prints/

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For someone who seemed to grasp their mortality you now seem to not grasp onto shit,

Fill your head up with nonsense, trying not to be sad to exist,

Storm cloud self created, you should be basking in loves rays yet,

You find a way to distance from everything but maybe you’re just a shade loving plant,

Am I the sun scorching you or am I the moon inviting you to dance?

Are we already saying goodbye?

Maybe if you can’t tell me your name, but I’ve only got time,

Or do I? See I really don’t know, life goes fast until it goes slow,

For now all I need is to know,

Are we walking this path alone or together?

Be prepared to rise if you stick around, bird, meet your feather

NaPoWriMo Day 23: Poem Based In Sound

NaPoWriMo (2018), Poetry

https://www.thoughtco.com/what-is-aishes-chayil-2077020

mourner

May majesty be revealed — speedily, imminently, to which we say Amen.

We wait and wait and it seems like nothing happens,

But the seeds are bursting under the weight of soil,

There is a season to wait and a season to toil,

The loop of eternity weaves it’s strings through us

And we dance like puppets,

Regaling moments of silence and pleasure,

Hoping we find the perfect balance of work and treasure,

Knowing we only have moments, we say Amen,

Bow our heads and every day, speedily, imminently, try again.

NaPoWri Mo Day 22: The Impossible Happens

NaPoWriMo (2018), Poetry

http://realrunemagick.blogspot.com/2014/08/the-valknut-symbol-of-sacrifice.html

valknut borromean

The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky

But they may reorient if we re-train our eyes,

We think we know what’s best and what it’s all for,

We’re pawns in a legacy of a great starry war,

We walking trees being shade or oxygen to our fellow creatures,

We enlighten, engage or stifle other’s features,

Let us agree that the stars may keep their glittering force,

Though we’d like to , we can’t rearrange Valhalla’s imminent course

NaPoWriMo Day 21: Narcissus (Ekho)

NaPoWriMo (2018), Poetry

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https://www.flickr.com/photos/hrsg/3347839910

NARKISSOS (Narcissus) was a youth of the town of Thespiai (Thespiae) in Boiotia, a son of the river-god Kephisos (Cephisus) and the fountain-nymph Liriope. He was celebrated for his beauty and attracted many admirers but, in his arrogance, spurned them all. The suffering of two of these, however, would bring down a curse upon him. The nymphe Ekho (Echo)–a girl cursed by Hera to repeat only the last words of what was said before–was rejected by the boy and fading away in despair left behind nothing but an echoing voice:

Narkissos your words loop and imprison me

I rail against the powers that be

How could something so beautiful be so deadly?

Daffodil petals soft as stone, hands outstretched, your medley,

You lured me in with siren song,

I was entranced it was all wrong,

How could I ever hope to escape?

Your cyclical whimsical embrace,

Now I remain though you’ve gone on,

I remember every word to your song,

I will sing it for eternity,

Why oh why have the fates forsook me?

Forsaken taken shaken not stirred,

Laughing, crying, hoping, dancing in the winds of the absurd,

You were here once I know I heard you speak,

Now I only hear last words but it is for you I seek,

I will listen as a loving last act until death,

Praying you speak again but  I won’t hold my breath.