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Firemajic's NaPoWriMo 2021--"The good, the bad and the ugly" (2 Viewers)

Firemajic

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Staff member
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For many months, I have felt abandoned by my poetry... I feel as if I have lost my muse, so I am using NaPoWriMo as a means to try to find my way back to my passion and my confidence. I will try... my efforts will be good, but the outcome will probably bad and at times... ugly ;)

Poem #1... Blue Blood
Poem # 2... Alive is not the same as living
Poem #3 Death by default... posted in The Monthly Poetry challenge
Poem#4... Fast food
Poem # 5.. Silk Swans
Poem # 6... His Whore-hal painting
Poem #7... Nothing but the bone
Poem# 8...Bone Collecting
Poem #9 Ode to a worm [limerick]
Poem# 10...Ode to Jen's Pen [limerick]
Poem # 11... Bedroom Bower
Poem # 12... Procrastination is the destination
Poem # 13... Twilight Son [ from the diary of a dreamer]
Poem # 14... Tea Time
Poem #15... Heat Seeker
Poem # 16... A Dreamer's Self Portrait
Poem # 17... A Dreamer's Legacy
Poem # 18... Honeysuckle Seduction
Poem # 19... Hester's Blessings [limerick]
Poem # 20...Predictability is not her asset [ posted in the Poet's Showcase]
Poem # 21... Lucy [limerick]
Poem #22 ...Lucy 2 [limerick]
Poem # 23... Tiny Dancer [limerick]
Poem # 24... River Rhapsody
Poem # 25... Wine Vines
Poem # 26... Poe's Woe..[limerick]
Poem # 27... Flame's Fame [limerick]
Poem # 28... Her Brother's Keeper
Poem # 29... Memories of Mom
Poem # 30... That's All Folks ;)

#1

Blue Blood

Gripped with stained fingertips
bleeding through my poet's pen
leaving prints
in dark blue ink

Splatters and scribbles
are thoughts I think
words I write
in smeared blue ink

The private thoughts
I dare not speak
are free to fly
in spilled blue ink

I am cleverly disguised
behind these disjointed lines
entwined between truth and lies
a poet's portrait
in blue ink

Tomorrow I'll unleash my pen
rewrite myself
and try again
maybe then I can tell the truth
in coherent lines
of spilled blue ink
 
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Gumby

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This is a great 'breakthrough' piece! I think most of us go through that lost feeling, Juls. Napo is perfect for crashing through the blahs! I bet you surprise yourself. Great start!
 

Foxee

Patron
Patron
And BAM! there it is! Let me tell you, you may feel like you don't have your muse but something showed up here. Capture it because that's good stuff. Looking forward to more and cheering you on!
 

ritudimrinautiyal

Senior Member
For many months, I have felt abandoned by my poetry... I feel as if I have lost my muse, so I am using NaPoWriMo as a means to try to find my way back to my passion and my confidence. I will try... my efforts will be good, but the outcome will probably bad and at times... ugly ;)

#1

Blue Blood

Gripped with stained fingertips
bleeding through my poet's pen
leaving prints
in dark blue ink

Splatters and scribbles
are thoughts I think
words I write
in smeared blue ink

The private thoughts
I dare not speak
are free to fly
in spilled blue ink

I am cleverly disguised
behind these disjointed lines
entwined between truth and lies
a poet's portrait
in blue ink

Tomorrow I'll unleash my pen
rewrite myself
and try again
maybe then I can tell the truth
in coherent lines
of spilled blue ink

For many months, I have felt abandoned by my poetry... I feel as if I have lost my muse, so I am using NaPoWriMo as a means to try to find my way back to my passion and my confidence. I will try... my efforts will be good, but the outcome will probably bad and at times... ugly ;)

#1

Blue Blood

Gripped with stained fingertips
bleeding through my poet's pen
leaving prints
in dark blue ink

Splatters and scribbles
are thoughts I think
words I write
in smeared blue ink

The private thoughts
I dare not speak
are free to fly
in spilled blue ink

I am cleverly disguised
behind these disjointed lines
entwined between truth and lies
a poet's portrait
in blue ink

Tomorrow I'll unleash my pen
rewrite myself
and try again
maybe then I can tell the truth
in coherent lines
of spilled blue ink

Frozen glaciers are melting now, Fire. May the river keep flowing and your footsteps make the creative world greener more. I read your poem "Rape of Innocence" few days back, the impact it has on me, I can never forget that all my life. You are an amazing poet.

Your this poem is also an inspiration.

All the very good luck.

Ritu
 

Firemajic

Poetry Mentor
Staff member
Senior Mentor
:love_heart::love_heart::love_heart::love_heart::love_heart: Thank you all so much for your encouraging comments! And thanks for all the "Likes"... they are also appreciated ;) love you guys to bits!
 

Firemajic

Poetry Mentor
Staff member
Senior Mentor
Alive is not the same as living...

#2

Are you strong enough
to be my lover
man enough to
embrace my darkness
would you be willing to
share your light, open
my sight to my self worth

Are you brave enough
to let me walk my ledge
courageous enough to let me
leap over self destruction's alluring
edge

Could you make love to me
when I am untouchable
caress my mind
seduce my imagination
give me a climax as scientific evidence
proof that I am not just living
but alive....

When my pen has deceased
because my words have died
when I want red roses to bloom
from the poetry in my veins
will
you
let
me...

would you hand me the razor...

will you?
 

Firemajic

Poetry Mentor
Staff member
Senior Mentor
Fast Food

Poem #4

Fast Food

You were so casual
about why you were leaving me
as if you were explaining to the cashier
at a fast food joint, how they screwed
up your order

But you had already eaten it

left your trash on the dirty table
for someone else to pick up

tossed your leftovers to the starving sparrow
and watched it scavenge without dignity
in the gutter

You thought it was grateful for your crumbs
and you left me having to pay your bill...
 
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