NaPoWriMo -- 2010

And so we come to the final day of the month! Today's prompt isn't really a prompt, but just a call to write whatever we want! So I came up with something I like to think is clever. Today's poem contains a line from every poem I've written this month, in order from the 1st to yesterday, plus one final line original for today. WEW!

NaPoWriMo -- 2010

I am there
      the pages are coming out.

It's all poetry.
A stunning view at the ^top
relaxed and carefree.
"Hey there world!"

Until the day I found out
I can only eat dirt
it is over ripe.
Don't misunderstand, though.
Melt ten ounces of bittersweet chocolate.

All that remains are the flowers--
I watch, figuratively, as their petals dry and fall.
This is the time of burning         The cold's departing.
I'll just sit in the corner.
Weekends all around the year.

I am always.
Purr meow meow purr
after the explanation.

Up through the sky
the rules I forgot.
The steak is gross
to the ground;
"It keeps happening!"

With a little forethought,
I'll take to those sails,
to be happy together.
When the sun comes out,
when the rest of us

have written so many silly things this month.

Pope Falls Asleep

Today's prompt is rather fun. Me being me, of course, my first choice was to go to reputable news sources ... such as Weekly World News and The Onion. Hahaha. The story I chose is here.

Pope Falls Asleep

The pope fell asleep--
How could he do this?
That fiend!
How dare he fall asleep
when the rest of us
are trying to nap?

Pukuj

I ... couldn't make sense of today's prompt. It seemed to go in half a dozen different directions and I wasn't sure which was which. ...so another off-prompt day! Wew~

Pukuj

Red, green, orange, blue.
Every color of the rainbow...
Every color of the viper.
It lies in wait,
until after the rain.
When the sun comes out,
this giant snake appears
in the sky.

Run my friend,
back to your home,
away from the poison
of the great snake.
Sing to qualm its
great anger, so
that we might all survive.

Together

Wew, cutting this one close. Today's prompt is a simple acrostic poem. Easy!

Together

Love is such an
important thing to me.
A misunderstanding.
Really, nothing happened.

Can't you get past this?
He's only a friend, you know.
Every little thing seems to upset you.
All I want is for us
to be happy together.
Even you can't object to that,
right?

Wonderful! You're so forgiving.
How nice of you to be so caring.
One of your best traits.
Really, now, don't look like that.
Everything will be fine.

The Most Feared Mistress

Today's prompt is ... well not possible for me to accomplish. As I've said plenty of times before, I don't write poetry very often (I am doing NaPoWriMo at the insistence of a friend), so I don't exactly have any scraps of poetic attempts laying around to use. So it's another off-prompt day.

The Most Feared Mistress

"The man was a fool."
I tell everyone, but
I'm only trying to convince myself.
I look out to the sea,
that cruel mistress who
stole my husband. The
salty air fills my lungs
with countless stories
of the blue.

Like many men, my husband
took to the sea for treasure.
He commandeered ships,
he fought the royal navy.
Or at least he did
in the stories he told.

But word came,
from a toothless cabin boy,
that he drowned with his ship
after a terrible storm.

But no more mourning,
no more tears!
I'll take to those sails,
under the black flag.
Then we'll see,
yes the sea,
who then is the most
feared mistress of all.

Lift

Today's prompt says to wait for the first thing we hear (other than the meaningless and mundane) after having read the prompt. It took a short bit for me to hear something appropriate, but it came when I was helping my dad with a job and was moving things on a dolly and doing it in a way that made it more worked than it needed to be. He corrected me in this, and it also sparked the idea for this poem.

Lift

Lift it up, just a bit,
when you're pushing
it around. That way
the weight stays balanced
rather than you
having to lift
all of it.

We can only do
so much in our lives.
But we can't just rush in
and have to do more work
because it's the first thing
we think of.
With a little forethought,
we can balance our lives,
between the good and the bad,
the ease and the difficulty,
and not have to work
so hard.

Stairs

Today's prompt calls for us to write a poem based on a quote. Unfortunatly, I'm in a rush to get this written in time, so I don't have time to search through other quotes, so I took a favorite one from my favorite webcomic.

Stairs

I told you this
would come to pass.
But you did not listen.
You went to the stairs,
I told you, man,
you went to the stairs,
your hands full
and you fell
      fell
         fell.
I'd hate to rub
your nose in it. But
I told you, man.
I told you about stairs!
And all you can say is,
"It keeps happening!"


_{-Lines used from MSPaint Adventures}