NaPoWriMo
National Poetry Writing Month Challenge
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To Know The Truth Another day has come and gone, Dusk spreads hen gentle cloak, The fog rolls in across the bay, Like slowly drifting smoke. All sound is muffled faint and far, The world fades away. A streetlight’s just a distant glow, ‘Round which some damp moths play. In darkness dense and damp and…
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We Are Cyberspace A billion things, a billion more, And still there’s more to see. It’s anything to anyone, the internet to me. There’s superstars, there’s nobodies, The famous and unknown. It doesn’t matter who you are, You’ll never be alone, There’s legal things, illegal things, Some things are in between. There’s beauty there and…
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Dream Big, Work Hard A dream is born a fragile thing, To nurture and to grow. A vision of what things might be, It’s possible you know. Hard work and drive and lots of faith, A willingness to learn. Stay true, hold fast, to your true wish, To that for which you yearn. There’s those…
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Tough Times. Sometimes our road in life is straight, Sometimes will twist and turn. Sometimes the seas are calm and flat, Sometimes a storm tossed churn. Whatever comes is what will be, Can’t change the shape of fate The only thing you can control, Is how you will relate. So think on this when troubles…
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Not What They Thought Beneath a cloudy midnight sky, A deeper sort of dark. Upon the air a cop’pry scent, Drifts slowly ‘cross the park. Through thinning clouds a wat’ry light, Sifts faintly through the trees. A shout, a shot, a bestial shape, Now topples to it’s knees. Not far away in these same woods,…
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What You Can’t See Good morning love the day begins, l see you there and smile. I’m so in love l cannot move, Just sit and stare a while. The sunlight turns your skin to gold, And I let out a sigh. Your beauty’s more than I can take, A tear comes to my eye.…
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White Weather Blues. Now spring is here and so I sit, And watch the falling snow. The robins sit upon my lawn, Shout every curse they know. l know the snow won’t stay this time, But still I’ve had enough. With every extra flake that falls, The more I hate that stuff. Tomorrow when I…
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Music Is… The notes and words go flowing by, Some let us ride along. And for a time, once in a while, We find a favourite song. But faithless hearts and fickle ears, All ensure that will change. They tempt us then and captivate, With tunes both new and strange. A beat that’s new, no…
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So… it’s that time of the year again. Thirty poems in thirty days. How hard can that be? Last year I stretched it out to over two months… sixty-plus consecutive poems. After that, thirty will be nothing… hopefully…. maybe…. ah well, may as well get started, My Beloved Friend A day, a week, a month,…
Brain Bits To Go 