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Day 16 – 30 Days, 30 Poems – #NaPoWriMo

4/16/2013

being here with us…

When children laugh and play they learn
Moms and dads do show concern
When Little One doesn’t take their turn.

Don’t worry, Dad. Don’t worry, Mom
Even if they’re on their bum
Those brains of theirs still do run

They will get there because we care:)

Day 12 – 30 Days, 30 Poems – #NaPoWriMo

4/13/2013

A Rude awakening

I awake-

Begrudgingly- As the acrid odor of your forbidden poisonous death stick wafts into my sleeping nostrils.

(Do you know how much you stink?)

(Of course you don’t. I haven’t told you.)

Day 11 – 30 Days, 30 Poems – #NaPoWriMo

4/11/2013

A Spring Time Tanka - attempt

Hello there, Robin.
I see you as you do strut,
Sashaying to and fro;
Cheeping words full of wisdom
(If we’d listen anyway).

Day 10 – 30 Days, 30 Poems – #NaPoWriMo

4/10/2013

Inspired by Day of Pink, Apr. 10…

Dear Bully,

You hurt me.
Who hurts you?
You call me names.
What do you get called?
You mock and jeer and tease and torture.
What is your life like?

Day 9 – 30 Days, 30 Poems – #NaPoWriMo

4/9/2013

To Conquer a Beast

To conquer a beast
before it completely destroys all access to oneself is key:
Study and understand the wild thing inside.
Then tame it. ( of course it will resist with violent power )

To become its handler,
instead of its prey,
You will need a lifeline,
and a pencil ( for stabbing and erasing all signs of a beastly non-existence )

Gotta take control of the ferocious beast,
Bucking and contorting within
The savage beast fights and attacks for survival ( it is so very strong )

To the pits of hell
you will struggle
Alone, ultimately, so alone.

Can I ever truly leash and muzzle and tame the unruly animal within?
I will reduce the monster
to a speck of nothing ( a paramour to the devil, once strong, has fallen )

I am free…

If only.

Day 8 – 30 Days, 30 Poems – #NaPoWriMo

4/8/2013

Perched upon my stool, at the Local Watering Hole, Contemplating the Mystery of Life, on an Average, Normally Wet Afternoon, in the Middle of Never…

Everything is uncertain
Except the weather – rain,
With a chance of more rain
Then maybe a monsoon
or a typhoon
thrown in for good measure in the afternoon

And curry – makes poop
It’s practically guaranteed!
And death – everybody does it, you know
(That’s a certainty you can count on).

Rain, curry poop and death are the only things I’m sure of.

(A poem from before, take two.)

Day 7 – 30 Days, 30 Poems – #NaPoWriMo

4/7/2013

TECHNO WAR – A CONFLICT AMONGST MY SELVES

A split personality disorder

that I have created in my mind

has become manifested in the physical world of the cloud;

the world wide web of mystery…

My many mes:

missnikkirocks vs.

missnschneider vs.

nicola.schneider vs.

KinderMissNikki vs.

funtasticteachr:

all are me and none are me – not really – each, are pieces of me,
particulates of Nikki-ness

too much vodka in my coke

a grand Epic Poem becomes something much less

a mere Haiku:

Way too many selves

at war within a fake place.

Who am I really?

ALTERNATE TITLE – A VERY FRUSTRATING DAY

Day 6 – 30 Days, 30 Poems – #NaPoWriMo

4/6/2013

PRETENTIOUS POEM OF IMPENDING STORMCrow caws the alarm

Flapping ferocious-
Ly gales grab at fancy
flyers End is nigh

Thunder grumbles cuz it knows

A calm and balmy
Sultry breeze;
Allure of safety -
Falsely so

A power hungry forceful fork
Explodes its light upon
The dead still
Of a break in putrid heat

Bird song, RESUME

First round results:
Victor to the Light
Dark recedes
… For Now, though-
Presence duely noted…

By the mammoth rain drops
Splatting on my screen.

Day 5 – 30 Days, 30 Poems – #NaPoWriMo

4/5/2013

For today’s prompt, write a poem about something before your time. Maybe it’s a certain time in history. Or a type of music. Or a story that was shared by friends or family–before your time….

http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2012-april-pad-challenge-day-5

It was some time before my years, before I was even a notion of an idea…

THE GIRL WHO WORE FADED JEANS –

only wore them cuz they were cool

Her popularity,

like here faded dreams -

a fad forever fleeting -

can never keep up to her genes.

Mounting expectations

tear the seams of her dusty dreams –

THE GIRL WHO TURNED TO DUST.

Day 4 – 30 Days, 30 Poems – #NaPoWriMo

4/4/2013

The last line of yesterday’s poem is “Matter immortalized, fueled by wonder.” The rest is a mix of new and old material. This is so much fun!

Make Your Mark, Set, Go!

Matter immortalized, fueled by wonder…

Pssst, pass it on, pass down.
What moves you?
You all sit there with your big, blank eyes boring into mine, daring me to dazzle you with wonder.
Well, students, I dare you!
I double dog dare you to be the ultimate you that you can be!
To heck with hitching your wagon to a star when we know there are infinite universes of possibilities to explore.
Be a Star that Shines its lightness upon others to bask in and warm their hearts with your sensational soul.

Most of us leave no indication that we have ever been.