Okay, everyone is asleep except the crazy dog who keeps barking at nothing outside.
Let's do this.
Six poem sprint to finish my 30 for April only 8 days late. :D Had I done more sprints like these, then I wouldn't have been late at all!
Start time: 10:33 PM EDT
Poem 25
"A Dog to its Master"
I've got to tell you
how much I love you
how much I missed you
how cute you are
Can anyone love you
as purely as I?
I love you with my every fiber
shaking from ears to tail
Is it any wonder I jump when I see you
coming running as fast as I'm able
And learn not to because it makes you mad?
Is it any wonder I'd do anything to protect you
To scare off any threat
just in case
those squirrels are shifty
you don't know them like I do
I swear
Sometimes I wonder
if you'll ever love me like I love you
Poem 26
"Breakfast Slam"
Cheerio, Cheez-it
Capn' Crunch
Capn' not Captain
Crunch
Nut Honey Nut
Roasted
Cherrios
Triscuit Triscuit
Triscuit
Golden Grahmn
Poem 27
"Resistance"
Phase 1
Running away with a giggle
naked
perfecting the you-won't-diaper-me-wriggle
Phase 2
dropping to the ground
screaming, crying, becoming limp
summoning gravity within in your belly
refusing to put on your own shoes
to eat that green stuff
or share your toys
Phase 3
No
No, no, no, no, no, no
no and furthermore
I don't wanna
Phase 4
I've been studying the elegant art of negotiation
where in I fake giving something up
so that you feel you've won something
but this was my plan all along
and furthermore
if you say no I hate you
Phase 5
I've learned the art of why
Why invites you to expose your error
the flaw in your logic
your hypocrisy
Why gives me footing
to scale your sanity
Phase 6
The art of timing
of picking my battles
knowing when my enemy is too powerful
knowing the thing I need the most
sacrifices have been made
Phase 7
Fuck you
Fuck you and your power
and your lack of reason
Fuck your assumed control over my mind, body, life, soul
I'm stealing this stapler
Phase 8
Back to paper and glue
permanent markers for impermanent signs
holding hands
marching
fist pumping
voting
Phase 9
I've carved my way through the stone
weathered the earth
I say when I'm done
I say when I go
No good byes unwanted
Phase 10
The body does not decay on its own
bugs, earth, soil, wind, moisture, time
work it down
the bones remain for years
Poem 28
"The Moth"
A moth fluttered
flittered
looped a jagged circle
bounced against the air
flapped its delicate wings
shook in the current of the night
danced its off beat, solo conga
bobbed between its wings
flew, nothing like a bird
hopped like it was missing a shoe
frantically flittering
fluently fluttering
it flew like a moth
Poem 29
"The End?"
If endings are naught
but tears and goodbyes
lights out and souls out
then why do they haunt our minds?
It'd seem we should be too busy
drowning in the immensity
of midways
and being ever uplifted
by potential wielding
beginnings.
Poem 30
"Stopping Time"
And so has come the stopping time
when all the clocks must unwind
the ideas must halt
the brains become clear
and we chase away
any muse still whispering
in our ear
End time: 11:04 PM EDT
And that's 30 poems.
Let's do this.
Six poem sprint to finish my 30 for April only 8 days late. :D Had I done more sprints like these, then I wouldn't have been late at all!
Start time: 10:33 PM EDT
Poem 25
"A Dog to its Master"
I've got to tell you
how much I love you
how much I missed you
how cute you are
Can anyone love you
as purely as I?
I love you with my every fiber
shaking from ears to tail
Is it any wonder I jump when I see you
coming running as fast as I'm able
And learn not to because it makes you mad?
Is it any wonder I'd do anything to protect you
To scare off any threat
just in case
those squirrels are shifty
you don't know them like I do
I swear
Sometimes I wonder
if you'll ever love me like I love you
Poem 26
"Breakfast Slam"
Cheerio, Cheez-it
Capn' Crunch
Capn' not Captain
Crunch
Nut Honey Nut
Roasted
Cherrios
Triscuit Triscuit
Triscuit
Golden Grahmn
Poem 27
"Resistance"
Phase 1
Running away with a giggle
naked
perfecting the you-won't-diaper-me-wriggle
Phase 2
dropping to the ground
screaming, crying, becoming limp
summoning gravity within in your belly
refusing to put on your own shoes
to eat that green stuff
or share your toys
Phase 3
No
No, no, no, no, no, no
no and furthermore
I don't wanna
Phase 4
I've been studying the elegant art of negotiation
where in I fake giving something up
so that you feel you've won something
but this was my plan all along
and furthermore
if you say no I hate you
Phase 5
I've learned the art of why
Why invites you to expose your error
the flaw in your logic
your hypocrisy
Why gives me footing
to scale your sanity
Phase 6
The art of timing
of picking my battles
knowing when my enemy is too powerful
knowing the thing I need the most
sacrifices have been made
Phase 7
Fuck you
Fuck you and your power
and your lack of reason
Fuck your assumed control over my mind, body, life, soul
I'm stealing this stapler
Phase 8
Back to paper and glue
permanent markers for impermanent signs
holding hands
marching
fist pumping
voting
Phase 9
I've carved my way through the stone
weathered the earth
I say when I'm done
I say when I go
No good byes unwanted
Phase 10
The body does not decay on its own
bugs, earth, soil, wind, moisture, time
work it down
the bones remain for years
Poem 28
"The Moth"
A moth fluttered
flittered
looped a jagged circle
bounced against the air
flapped its delicate wings
shook in the current of the night
danced its off beat, solo conga
bobbed between its wings
flew, nothing like a bird
hopped like it was missing a shoe
frantically flittering
fluently fluttering
it flew like a moth
Poem 29
"The End?"
If endings are naught
but tears and goodbyes
lights out and souls out
then why do they haunt our minds?
It'd seem we should be too busy
drowning in the immensity
of midways
and being ever uplifted
by potential wielding
beginnings.
Poem 30
"Stopping Time"
And so has come the stopping time
when all the clocks must unwind
the ideas must halt
the brains become clear
and we chase away
any muse still whispering
in our ear
End time: 11:04 PM EDT
And that's 30 poems.
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