NaPoWriMo
National Poetry Writing Month Challenge
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Be A Joyful Child A long, long time ago there was, A happy child at play. The old face in the mirror asks, Where is that child today? Sometimes it seems like yesterday, Sometimes an age or more. Since I have seen that smiling face, That long ago I wore. I look for them sometimes…
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Own You Why do we do the things we do? What is it makes us go? And when we do what we should not, Pretend we didn’t know? Some say this is the way we are, Imperfect, full of sin. Some say it’s what our parents did, Still buried deep within. I say it is…
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I Believe In Us When all the news is doom and gloom, And hope’s a fools game, Remember we’ve been here before, It’s just the tune that’s changed. We only hear the worst of things, Bad news sure travels fast. But there is much that’s good as well, Although we hear it last.…
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NO JUSTICE I am the Law and I care not For what is wrong or right. I answer only to myself. Care not for oversight, No justice here, for justice is A subtle, fickle thing. The Law cares not for subtlety Morality is king. And i don’t care whose Morals are Enshrined in every line.…
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So I’m more than a little behind again. But I’m still in there trying. This is the first of five that I have to post to make the target by month’s end. Write Until I Die I am behind again I fear, this verse is some days late. I offer no excuse to you, ’tis…
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A mind is a terrible thing to waste on nightmares. But here’s another one. Enjoy! My Night Terrors The bump in the night, the scratch in the walls, things wake us in the night. We are not sure just what we heard, we cannot place that fright. We tell ourselves there’s nothing there, inside…
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Well, today it’s back to the introspection thing. Lynn found yesterday’s effort a tad unsettling. Peopling (or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Tolerate The Crowd) Once upon a time there was, a boy who never learned. To be a boy like others were, so all friendships he spurned. He swore he needed…
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It’s late and I should be in bed, buuuuuut…… this should just take a minute. Seek a Different Path The dance begins, the battle joined, the words cut just like knives. We know that we should just let go, this is not worth our lives. But we can’t just forget the hurts, keep living…
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I’m A Very Rash Person I almost wrote no verse today, My focus is not there. I’ve got the plague, the walking death, My skin hates me I swear. It’s blistered, lumpy, burning, raw, The itching drives me mad. It’s spreading fast it’s spreading far, My face looks really bad. I do not know just…
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Writers’ Dream Immortal words upon the page, A lasting legacy. Which unborn generations yet May read and think of me. For in these words a man may live, Far longer than his days. That’s why one must choose carefully, Exactly what he says. Who wants to be remembered as, A bully or a thug? As…
Brain Bits To Go 