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Poem in your Pocket Day 2020

4/30/2020

It’s “Poem in your Pocket” day.... Check it out, here!
... aside from writing poetry all month, I’ve been trying to read more poems and find poems that speak to me — having time to do this is definitely a plus to these Pandemic Times — today, I read the saddest & loveliest poem...

RIP Miss Punga 💕

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NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 22 - EarthDay Theme

4/30/2020

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one

one sun
many moons
one love
many tombs
one earth
many rooms
many fumes
few blooms
many ruins
go boom
with doom
now gloom
it looms
fill the saloons
escape tycoons
big goons
human hoodlum unions
loosen delusions
or grow illusions

as we consume
do not assume

hope
floats
like 99 bloated red balloons
going by
before they deflate
as laws dictate
it’s innate
relate, mate ?

one faith
would be great
too late
many fates
many hates

one earth
one sun
one love

one hope

(March 8, 2019)

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NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 21

4/30/2020

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The beauty of self-pacing is using poetry prompt for day 22 on day 21... Prompt from NAPOWRIMO.net ...
Our (optional) prompt for the day asks you to engage with different languages and cultures through the lens of proverbs and idiomatic phrases. Many different cultures have proverbs or phrases that have largely the same meaning, but are expressed in different ways. For example, in English we say “his bark is worse than his bite,” but the same idea in Spanish would be stated as “the lion isn’t as fierce as his painting.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to find an idiomatic phrase from a different language or culture, and use it as the jumping-off point for your poem. Here’s are a few lists to help get you started: Idioms and sayings from different cultures

Nonsensically Idiomatic in Nature

I don’t have a camel in the caravan.
Stop ironing my head,
or you’re gonna eat a beating soon!

Noodles were hung on your ears
and eye glasses were smeared.
To that I’d tell you, “the pillow is the best advisor.
At the end of the world, turn left.”

And, I don't praise the day before evening-
It can always turn to shit.

(Sat. 25, 2020)

From: Idioms and sayings from different cultures
Idioms used....

Arabic
(laisa lii fiiha naqa wa la jamal) ليسليفيهانقةولاجمل
I don't have a camel in the caravan = this matter doesn't concern me

Armenian
Գլուխսմի՛արդուկեր: (Klookhys mee artooger)
Stop ironing my head! = Stop annoying me! (as in repetitively asking or talking about something)
Հիմածեծմըկ'ուտես: (Heema dzedz muh goodes)
You're gonna eat a beating soon = You're gonna get a beating soon

Russian
Вешать лапшу на уши (Vešat' lapšu na ušy)
To hang noodles on one's ears = to tell lies / talk nonsense
Очки втирать (Očki vtiratʼ)
To smear eyeglasses = to pull the wool over someone's eyes (to tell lies, to try to sell something for what it isn't
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Hebrew
(Sof ha'olam, smolah) סוףהעולםשמאלה.
At the end of the world, turn left - It's in the middle of nowhere

German...
Man soll den Tag nicht vor dem Abend loben
Don't praise the day before evening = Don't count your chickens before they're hatched

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NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 20

4/28/2020

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Canadian Spring
All the Seasons in One Day
One + Four Haikus

Monsoons, floods, showers
Deluges for May flowers
‘Brella overturns

Holy crap, wind gusts
Out of nowhere, scared kitty.
Tornado paper swirls

Moist and mushy mud
Gurgles around galoshes
Slurpy and sloppy

Deceitful sun with
false promises. The cat knows;
Warmest through windows.

Might as well just #stayhome

Mud stanza first conceived Mar. 27, rest written April 25, title sorted April 28, 2020)

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NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 19

4/27/2020

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NAPOWRIMO Prompt: Write a poem based on a “walking archive.” What’s that? Well, it’s when you go on a walk and gather up interesting thing – a flower, a strange piece of bark, a rock. This then becomes your “walking archive” – the physical instantiation of your walk. If you’re unable to get out of the house (as many of us now are), you can create a “walking archive” by wandering around your own home and gathering knick-knacks, family photos, maybe a strange spice or kitchen gadget you never use. One you’ve finished your gathering, lay all your materials out on a tray table, like museum specimens. Now, let your group of materials inspire your poem! You can write about just one of the things you’ve gathered, or how all of them are all linked, or even what they say about you, who chose them and brought them together....

I walked by the crick and back home up my street and snapped some pics. Then I photoplayed and created a wee scene...

A Drunken Tale (At the Local Watering Hole)

Wise turtle tells me tall tales of ye old Captain Fundas
who’s quite known for his specific brand spitfire sass.
He lives at his lighthouse, never raising his brows
when the fish fan outwards, away from the birdy buzzards,
for frisky frolics further upstream. Was it all but a dream....
in a little fishing town, a little further down
than that other nifty place, where I saw your pretty face?

(conceived April 24, 2020, recrafted and finalized April 25, 2020)

It’s a nonsense poem, not really saying anything,
But it’s whimsical
And quirky perky:)

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NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 18

4/27/2020

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An Ode to Life’s Small Treasures;
Grandiose Unrealized Pleasures

6:30 am, the arse crack of dawn,
a time for the devil’s spawn,
or so I had thought...
I never knew such beautiful skies! I kid you not!

Opulent pearly pink, incandescent sky,
sultry shades of sorbet sashay.
Bloomy roars, reverberating cheery encouragements.
Optimistic rosy glow, vibrantly voicing hope,
radiating a golden orb of fiery faith in rocky times,
peeking out from the sinister buzzkill clouds;
Glorious red and yellow blazing, entwining flames of citrus
in sky mirrors, topsy turvy glassy reflections make me tipsy.

(Ideas/working out of ideas April 24, 2020, Written and fine-tuned April 25, 2020)

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NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 17

4/25/2020

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Prompt: write a poem that features forgotten technology

CDs Remastered; Compact Discs Rememembered

Like 8 tracks and cassettes, CDs 💿
are almost obsolete technologies,
Just ask Sam the record man

Those shiny, silver discs once dazzled me
with magic,
Or, if you’re more scientifically inclined - a semi conductor laser wrote and read music that
enticed my ears and affected my life.

That’s the magic of the mix cd.

Now, I’m left with a museum of mementos;
thousands of sparkling memories in the mixes of youth.
Unhelpful titles scrawled across
in my 13, 17, 21 year old handwriting,
Relics representing events and feelings of ‘the best days of our lives’- not!

when ‘we were young, we were free!’

Long since forgotten what the titles mean;
they used to mean the world.
Now, a total surprise and a complete mystery
you don’t solve until you slide that cd into the player...
Wait for her to load .....
and let loose all wild a n d f r e e.
On the open road, you suddenly give nod to the equivalent of a stuck record needle, or the crumbling mess of cassette tapes, or a streaming stuckness.

Going digital is the loss of the craft.
It doesn’t have that certain slant of light;
It’s just data and it’s invisible,
all up in a cloud somewhere.
With all the space in the world, you can add or delete songs on a whim.

We used to slave over our latest creation.
Couldn’t wait for all the appreciation
Everybody wang-ed, everybody chung-ed
Everybody had fun tonight
Finite selections - 80 minutes, 18 or 19, 20 songs max -
Gotta be selective,
You had to pick and choose
Keep a specific theme or mood
Order mattered - Let’s face it,
No one knew how to work the shuffle
on those awkward clunky Discmans anyway! -
You had to be certain.
Once burned, burned forever!

Oh, and,
Never in the right case at the right time;
Chasing the perfect song,
Hunting for happiness and happy surprises.

That’s the magic of the mix cd.

(April 23, 2020)

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NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem #16

4/25/2020

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Pathetic Pathos

In this life-mare without a care.
We’re stars in this epic of pandemic proportions;
An epidemic of anti-economical chaos,
lost lives and missed fortunes,
a surreal, real-life Dali,
ass imprints couch, jammies as allies.
Time melts mish mash minutes into disjointed days.
Dazzling colours fade into worn out greys.
Confusion hails, humanity fails.
So much for all the cautionary tales.
Respect essential superheroes in scrubs and uniforms;
they brave busy bus platforms in thunderstorms -
Life, as always, a fantastic master of pathetic fallacy,
demanding pathos.
I turn to another bottle to battle beastly doubts...
peace out.

(Written: April 13/14, 2020, Edited April 25, 2020)

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NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 15

4/23/2020

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Poem #15... Prompt: a poem inspired by a favourite piece of music. I tried a Fibanocci Poem (syllables/line: 1 1 2 3 5 8 5 3 2 1 1 and repeat).
Because. Tool’s “Lateralus”....

Creative Spirit

i
am
woman,
hear me roar.
modern renaissance
tendencies awaken in me
in these crazy times,
keep me sane,
alive.
i
cry
out.
my
battle
caterwaul
explodes from within.
i’m a multipotentialite;
anything is possible.
ev’rything!
all things
can
be
if
you’re
ready
to receive
from the universe
infinite possibilities
spiral back to the
universe.
new light
shine
on

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NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 14

4/21/2020

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Prompt: write a poem about the poems/poets, etc that inspired me to write poems.

Light My Fire

Music:
a muse
to amuse me.

Jim Morrison, You Touch Me, Baby

Mr Mojo Rising, the Lizard King
who could do anything,
except live.

Died, she cried.
When he was gone, she cried.

She still lives on Love Street.
Memories linger long on Love Street
as she drives in the moonlight.

Far from her hazy hippy self
an L.A. woman, now,
where people are strange.

She laments the end
with a feast of friends
in strange days.

Alive, she cries.

She
lives.

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Poem in your Pocket Day 2020

RIP Miss Punga 💕

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 22 - EarthDay Theme

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 21

Nonsensically Idiomatic in Nature

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 20

Canadian Spring
All the Seasons in One Day
One + Four Haikus

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 19

A Drunken Tale (At the Local Watering Hole)

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 18

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 17

CDs Remastered; Compact Discs Rememembered

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem #16

Pathetic Pathos

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 15

Creative Spirit

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 14

Light My Fire

Today is a great day to create a great day.

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RIP Miss Punga 💕

Nonsensically Idiomatic in Nature

Canadian SpringAll the Seasons in One Day One + Four Haikus

A Drunken Tale (At the Local Watering Hole)

CDs Remastered; Compact Discs Rememembered

Pathetic Pathos

Creative Spirit

Light My Fire

Today is a great day to create a great day.

Archives

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Canadian Spring
All the Seasons in One Day
One + Four Haikus