NaPoWriMo poetry (warning some are good and some were written under effects of illness)
Naked actually feels pretty good -
when you go naked around your house,
you first don't feel comfortable
then you don't like your clothes
finally you're essential
no matter
what's on your skin.
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It's taken a long time
for me to realize
history isn't always truth.
And we've divided our history
evenly between ourselves,
me and you.
We've divided who was right,
and who was wrong.
We've divided where things started
and who went along.
But in the end, we've never divided our paths;
we're still in until we end.
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Sunrise, sunset
I wash my hands.
I don't know what the hell is on them
but I wash my hands.
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today I saw a bright green moth
made a noise like laundry on the line
I wonder where it was going
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late is a state of mind
a consciousness
of not being on time
you are never late if
you never stop starting
right then
right now
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this is not a poem
rather it is a complaint
I can never find the right words
or find the right rhyme
I can't see what I'm taking about
and what is already there is crap
but I must be doing something right
because it forms some sort of rap
there's a beat to my words after a while
and I don't know where it comes from
out of all of this word stew.
I don't know where it comes from
because all I know is that I can hear it true
and plain and clear as day like
the ringing of a bell or the clop of work.
Now it is poetry.
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So I'm not doing much of anything
and that's not out of the ordinary.
It's hard to want to do anything when there's not much to do
and you're ill.
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Time Out!
Why are we arguing again?
Why do you make my blood stir
when you don't agree the right way
(and I'd love to try angry sex, but I
don't ever feel "hopped up"
I just feel like punching the wall.)
And yet we still agree!
At least these times are coming less often.
I can't believe I'm a better Buddhist because of you.
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A cat climbs into my lap.
The rain startles him.
He lands on my pizza.
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i am awake.
it is not pleasant.
rather, i feel flighty
foolish
foofy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
there isn't any excuse
for certain actions;
we're all people.
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ps don't panic i just sat on your watch
it's fine
but i found it lol
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i wish
i could see
what the world looks like
when all you can see is
trees
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I'm not sure where my brain ran off to.
I hope it is well.
I hope it is sunny.
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I wish I could venture outside.
It would be nice to frolic.
I wish I wasn't tired.
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First it begins as a general malaise.
An unwellness.
then it grows into a Pain.
behind one's eyes
across one's nose
and then it smashes into one's skull,
dives across the ears
as a ringing ringing ringing of the bells.
Then one's upper lip is tight
and the jaw is loosened.
The spinal cord is nothing but flame.
And holding one's breathe very still relieves the agony
until sparkles enforce respiration.
Under the weather is the least of the troubles.
Six feet down is more like it.
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Nothing ventured, nothing gained
only works if the best odds aren't 0.08%
blackjack
the house always wins.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I don't know why my computers hate me,
but they do.
It seems like bit rot hits them hard
or maybe the problem is the gremlins.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
sometimes when I forget
or gaffe off my pills
I then make excuses
and don't take them some more
I don't know why I do this.
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closing my lips around the top
I breathe the salt air in
the inhaler is really helping
why did I wait so long
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gosh I'm tired
I can't keep my eyes open
I am in slight pain
around my ears eyes and nose.
sluggish limbs don't want to work
as I raise them, they get heavier
and a yawn breaks my concentration.
I'm going to sleep.
later.
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I have a cold.
I'm running a slight fever.
My nose is running.
I wish I had some tissues.
My brain is muddled
my limbs are slow
my scalp is sore.
I just want to cuddle.
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The sun is very warm today,
despite the newly winter chill air
a few days out from Beltaine.
Hail to the sun.
As we creep ever closer,
we are reminded of the glory
of that which sustains us.
Hail to the sun.
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The sun is hot,
the wind chill is brisk,
the grass scent is sweet,
and my porch is comfortable;
with a creaking rocking gently to
the chorus of songbirds.
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in our shared vision
we walk the length and breath entire;
we walk the fullness of our dreams.
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nervous
sometimes my hands are jittery;
sometimes my hands are still;
sometimes my hearts is pounding;
sometimes my voice is shrill-
-and I can feel my blood pumping
through my veins I am so scared
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pockets are very nice
i've bought them separately
i've bemoaned their loss
i've lamented their absence
and even sometimes
i haven't give a toss.
in all actuality, no one is neutral between
pockets and a carrying case.
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connections sometimes aren't there
even when we want there to be
the patterns that go on so perfectly
are merely a function of the way things work
sometimes things just happen
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some cities are hideously ugly.
who thought that red brick and white stripes
was pleasing to the eye?
I wish someone would choke the architect.
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the ground is dry
the tree is bare
the space is empty
missing the fullness of time
blossom is gone from the place.
Can it rain now there?
like this:
first a dampness on the cusp on the lips
then a stickiness in the hair
and ozone in the breath
-a stillness-
a drop
a trickle a mist
a roar of many voices a trumpet
a call
a rush a hush a water glitter fall
and decorated with a sheen
the spirit of the hall of the sky