“LIFE” – NaPoWriMo 2015 , Day 30 – last day of napowrimo 2015

And now for our final prompt (still optional!). For the last day of NaPoWriMo, I’d like you to try an odd little exercise that I have had good results with. Today, I challenge you to write a poem backwards. Start with the last line and work your way up the page to the beginning. Another way to go about this might be to take a poem you’ve already written, and flip the order of the lines and from there, edit it so the poem now works with its new order. This will probably feel a bit strange (and really, it is a bit strange), but it just may help you see the formal “opening” and “closing” strategies of your poems in a new way!


This is my last piece for NaPoWriMo 2015.  See you all next year !

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it’s me, it’s only mine

because you have nothing to do with what is mine

and what i own, it’s only mine

i celebrate myself about my life

–oOo–


“I Was Taken” – A Persona-Poem-Themed Poemeleon : NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 26

And now, for our prompt (optional, as always). Our last two prompts have been squarely in the silly zone – this one should give some scope to both the serious-minded and the silly among you. Today, I challenge you to write a persona poem – a poem in the voice of someone else. Your persona could be a mythological or fictional character, a historical figure, or even an inanimate object. Need some examples? Check out this persona-poem-themed issue of Poemeleon from a few years back.


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i hear your voice calling out the nurses
in panic, you ran outside the hospital room
then i heard voices from directions
just beside me shouting,
call the nurses
call the doctor
bubbles came out of my mouth
while a silver spoon was inserted
between my upper and lower sets of teeth
and the time rushed
and they arrived
i called my mother
i called my father
but they’re all looking at me
with a smile
and they arrived
all in white
with wings, with fogs so clean
and they’re bringing me to 
a kingdom i don’t know
there was a light
that pierced the clouds
and into me
i was taken
but from a distance above
i saw a body carried out
wrapped in white cloth…
it was me
i saw tears not only one
but thousands as if to overflow
the night while i lay
waiting to be lifted
and carried away
to be cleaned and
put to a wooden box
of white
prayers were said
masses were held
but i laid there with make-up
inside a box with a glass window
i saw friends, classmates, teachers
relatives,bothers,sisters,nieces
 in-laws and neighbors
took their turns to  see me
but i could not move
the last day came 
the last prayers, the last mass
they lifted me out of the box
put me on the stainless metal table
and threw fire at me
as if they wanted
to be sure that i am already
a cold lifeless matter
my skin began to blister
and i couldn’t perspire
until flesh and bones
were turned to ashes
weighed how light i was,
put me in a plastic bag
and into a brass urn they kept me
and stored me in a Columbary
my final resting place
on earth…
–oOo–

“The Hut Owner” – A Clerihew, NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 25

And now for our prompt (optional, as always)! It’s the weekend, so I’d thought we might go with something short and just a bit (or a lot) silly – the Clerihew. These are rhymed, humorous quatrains involving a specific person’s name. You can write about celebrities, famous people from history, even your mom (hopefully she’s got a good name for rhyming with).


the hut owner blog
sleeps everyday like a log
when he wakes up in the morning
his saliva is still dripping

“My Life” – A Parody, NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 24

This is a parody based on Walt Whitman’s poem Life

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My Life – A Parody

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i celebrate myself, singing out of tune

and what i assume it’s only mine

because you have nothing to do with me

it’s me, it’s only mine !

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-thehutownerblog

–oOo–


This is the original poem by Walt Whitman

Life

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me
as good belongs to you.

– Walt Whitman


“Sweat” – A Pastoral Poem – NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 22

The view from the restaurant of Villa Igang Resort...
drips of sweat can’t soak the field
where flakes of soil remained upturned
the blade of the plow turned to shield
from stones underneath the sun has scorned
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the man has burned his skin to dark
like the earth that receives the rays of gold
sweat not enough from one man to start
to grow a single blade of grass in cold
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unfriendly skies, unmindful clouds
waters of oceans, seas, and lakes
their dreams have withered, gave in a drought
wheat, rice and corn, their land have caked…
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–oOo–

“Temper” , an Erasure Poem – NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 21

I am re-titling this recycled piece to “Temper” from a recipe I stumbled upon from a Food Magazine. Here it goes :

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 Marinate
Do not stir
Stand in heat
Simmer until done
Take out
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Add tender to the touch
Low heat begins to shed some fat
From fire, take out
Serve
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–oOo–

“She” – NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 20

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she always greets me at the gate
even when i arrive a little late
at most, she’s there at the sofa
half asleep, performing the yoga
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she’s always there when i eat
any meal, she craves for meat
but if given snacks of any kind
she’ll thank and look at me in the eye
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when the house is filling so empty
the doors are close, there’s nobody
she’ll sit on my lap with her tongue ready
to kiss my palms begging to be sweaty
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so i’ll stand and start the needed reaction
i’ll cuddle and rub her body in any direction
sometimes with what i do she’s not satisfied
i’ll just kiss and embrace my darling so tight
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until her sleepy eyes dive to the center of dreams
while her legs break apart without any screams
in the morning she wakes ahead of me
“bark,bark,”  good morning oh, my doggie, Lasie…

–oOo–

“How To Grow Wings And Fly Half Bodied” , Mythical, Fiction – NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 18

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His spaceship to Moon is now  in stratosphere
adrift between the earth and sun
busy blogging with Men on earth
and some People called Martian
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Getting caught with defective wiring problems technical
messages and information get frozen, not a signal
sending some spectacle notices to Heaven
to deliver some A-1 technicians
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He calls some beautiful Angels of seven
 but comes able bodied astronaut musicians
then comes a ship of operatic singers
with a strength of 300 brave Spartans…
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He requests not a song from the orchestra
but to fix his ship out of eminent danger
so he sends them back to where they come from
promises never to make the Space into a slum
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So he calls NASA with his Samsung Galaxy V
he’s stranded in space requesting somebody to his rescue
soon American astronauts  arrive
but return to earth, nothing is repaired, can he survive?
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Then comes to his mind to call the Cosmonauts of Russia
same thing happens, so he calls up India
they have the cheapest space program the whole of Asia
they come back to earth, nothing is fixed,
now, he’s in panic and thinking
of committing euthanasia
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No, his conscience says so
there’s still a solution that he can do
he’s calling and seeking help from the Philippines
people there can assist, he has more than a dozen friends
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Anytime, anywhere stranded, they can go where he is
his friends are fast, reliable, they will never miss
he’s their leader, back in college days, as he reminisces
How To Grow Wings And Fly Half Bodied“, was their thesis
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And soon there comes a swarm of flying human halves
with all their might they push and carry the ship like bats
take his ship to earth safe and sound, repairs is carried out
he makes a sigh, “what are friends are for” and shouts
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At the losing end, if technology’s intent and function
are waywardly used
in this fiction,
this story is for fun and to get amused  …
–oOo–

social media – NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 17

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good morning, good afternoon and evening
i should be all smiles today but it is a screaming
my FB posts a genocide of ISIS are committing
Yazidi minority of Iraq were tortured, raped, enslaved
UN had found evidences about the string of killings
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using children as soldiers by the extremists
kidnapping women and children  raped by these racists
children young as eight years old fell prey to these rapists
“who are they, what are they, where did they come from
why turn to these innocent people who are helpless to escape and run”
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Almond jelly with fruit cocktail recipe
made me crave for fruit salad and biscuits of toffee
for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the family
pork, beef, and chicken menus are there you see
be a chef, a cook, a pastry baker or bartender  for free
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for the traveler who loves to hop from place to place
attractions for tourists, lovely paradise they come to chase
waterfalls,white sand beaches, and the wooded forests
asks the natives of the place they’ll tell where, they are honest
when you see the spot, you’ll agree, they are the best
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high school, college, or town mates of forgotten times
find them on Facebook, make a call and reserve to dine
women’s names have change, and their physical looks
male classmates have remained and looks aren’t off the hook
body bulges are apparently bare and some are for the books
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everyday i get a dose of stress makers on FB
the same issues of current events
different opinions posted
the same amount of stress i get
so, i just turn to my dot com blog on wordpress
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–oOo–