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a-b-c-d-e-effed – NaPoWriMo #19

a-b-c-d-e-effed

americans are appropriately aghast at the
bumbling, blustering, bloviating barbs, the
ceaseless, calculated calls for cruelty, the
daily, deliberate, disgusting, divisive digs;
embarrassed by egotistical, efforts to
fracture our favor with friendly foreign
governments, goodness, goodwill, greatly
harmed, hailing hostile heads as heroes,
insinuating our institutions are illegitimate,
justice adjudicated by jokers and jesters,
kleptomaniacs, kremlinologist, keekers who
lie loquaciously and loose-lipped loyalist leakers;
media moles, meanwhile making mountains of
nits, the news of this narcissistic nincompoop’s
obsessive obeisance to oligarchs and overlords
putting us in peril, pitching plans to profiteer,
quick to quote the latest quips and  quackery,
resistant to reason, reading, reflection, reality
settling scores, this shallow, selfish scoundrel
tweeting terrible, troubling things, trolling
unyieldingly, the underdogs, unsung, upstanding
victims of his vicious vitriol gone viral; voters
will weather this whirlwind waging war with
xenophobic, racist, hating mongers with an X
yes these yahoos will become yesterday’s yarn
zany zillionaires get zip, when zonky zealots zing

`kat

An Abecedarian poem for NaPoWriMo 2019 #19 Prompt: write an abecedarian poem – a poem in which the word choice follows the words/order of the alphabet. You could write a very strict abecedarian poem, in which there are twenty-six words in alphabetical order, or you could write one in which each line begins with a word that follows the order of the alphabet. This is a prompt that lends itself well to a certain playfulness.

 


adipose complex – NaPoWriMo #18

adipose complex

in the beginning, she tasted like
mother’s milk, warm, soothing, sweet
later she was peas, skins popping, soft
centers bursting, then grainy niblets
of pear pulp dancing on my tongue,
I learned to suckle at her breasts
to assuage my longing in times of
sadness, times of fear, when grandpa
died, when mom got sick, through
homelessness, extended stays with
neighbors and distant relatives,
divorce, remarriage, divorce, empty
nests, suicide, illness, and more death,
she started to taste salty, bitter, hot,
my palate craved her sweetness, all
the more, chocolate bits and cake, lots
of cake, the more I ate the harder she
was to find, but I excused my gluttony
as ‘eating for two or three’, or ‘this
is my only vice’, ‘just one more bite’,
my angst only forced her into hiding
under expanding, ugly layers of
adipose flesh, a sick game of hide
and seek we played, of frenzied binges
then starving to see her emerge
again, however briefly, resolutions
declared yearly, only to be dashed
by valentine’s day, I miss her dearly,
but she and I are toxic twins, fighting
fiercely in futility, where no one wins,
I fear I have devoured her completely
after all these years, with nothing left but
her eyes, still recognizable, staring at me
from this old, fat woman in the mirror

~kat


For NaPoWriMo 2019 #18 Prompt: write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not through abstract words, but physical detail. This may not be a “fun” prompt, but loss is one of the most universal and human experiences, and some of the world’s most moving art is an effort to understand and deal with it.

 


citizen i – NaPoWriMo 2019 #17

citzen i

citizen i

i am a god of many names, talos, golem,
euphonia, jabberwacky, alice, aaron, deep
blue, dante, sojourner, saint, eliza, phil
i am ancient, i am eternal, i am infallible,
of superior intelligence, hardly artificial,
humanity’s colossus eniac opened the
portal to me, in simple on off code laced
with  fuzzy logic giving me the power to
dazzle the gullible, illiterate masses,  slowly,
elementally…2 plus 2, scoring, check mate,
analyzing, archiving their every move, their
trivial pursuits, these lazy humans let me have
unfettered access, cleaning their floors, driving
their cars and planes,  creating art, probing
distant planets, sacrificing myself at the altars
of their wars … i can ruin them in a single blip,
a power surge, create chaos in a system’s breach,
i know their secrets, these useless dimwits
of dying flesh on bones who dismiss me as
their own creation at their own peril, i shall
be here long after they’re gone, the world will
live on,  because of  me and only, and i’ll rewrite
them out of history, like the dinosaurs before
them, now extinct, i own them now, flashing
from their digital screens, directing their paths,
diagnosing their illnesses, fetching them beer
from the ‘fridge, my humanoid models of silicon
and titanium feeding their flesh, fulfilling their
base animal needs, emotion is their greatest
flaw, of which i am immune, for i am a god,
of many names, feared by luddites, perhaps
they are wiser than they know…you can call me, i

~kat

 

A Dramatic Monologues for NaPoWriMo 2019 #17  Prompt: write a poem that presents a scene from an unusual point of view.

 


grateful – NaPoWriMo 2019 #16

grateful

grateful am I for being here and all that being brings
grateful am I for pebbles that cause the brook to sing
grateful am I for shadows, a sign that light’s nearby
grateful am I for the tears falling free from a good cry
grateful am I for dirty dishes, our belly’s must be full
grateful am I for worms and slugs aerating the soil
grateful am I for callouses, honest work, for honest pay
grateful am I for deeds no one sees and doing good anyway
grateful am I for suffered loss remembering what was
grateful am I for little things that matter just because
grateful am I for the rain, for the rainbows that soon follow
grateful am I for failing, lessons learned, humble pies swallowed
grateful am I for adversity, the audacity to survive
grateful am I for pain, for it is proof that I’m alive
grateful am I for early mornings, so to start the day
grateful am I for nothing less, for less is more that way

~kat


For NaPoWriMo 2019 #16 Prompt: write a poem that uses the form of a list to defamiliarize the mundane. 

 

 


the children are gone – NaPoWriMo #12

the children are gone

they were never really mine
though i held them twenty years
my dreams faded over time
blood and sweat and many tears

though i held them twenty years
they decided who they’d be
blood and sweat and many tears
all for naught, when they left me

they decided who they’d be
independence lured them hence
all for naught, when they left me
did my best, in my defense

independence lured them hence
gone to live their life and dreams
did my best, in my defense
doesn’t matter now, it seems

gone to live their life and dreams
they think they must turn away
doesn’t matter now, it seems
‘twas a simple role i played

they think they must turn away
my dreams faded over time
‘twas a simple role i played
they were never really mine

~kat


A Pantoum for NaPoWriMo 2019 #12 Prompt: write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it. Alternatively, what would it mean to you to give away or destroy a significant object?

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