National Poetry Month

Di, The Product Poet

Day 15: NaPoWriMo – I Would Di For You

I Would Di For You We should give it a try and let us roll the di. You should roll one for me and one for you, so we could di together, to make two. For two hearts beating, synchronized as one yields a life ... Read More...
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Day 14: NaPoWriMo – My Thoughts Swing

My Thoughts Swing Higher and higher I fly on life's swing Not playing well in the silicate box. My thoughts come crashing down to the soft ground I ponder life and if it has meaning. At silicate glass window... Read More...
Swing

Day 14: NaPoWriMo – My Thoughts Swing

My Thoughts Swing Higher and higher I fly on life's swing Not playing well in the silicate box. My thoughts come crashing down to the soft ground I ponder life and if it has meaning. At silicate glass window... Read More...
Revenge

Day 13: NaPoWriMo – Revenge

I have never quite understood the phrase "Revenge is a dish best served cold," as the warmth of blood provides the happiness of a silent steak dinner after he's bludgeoned by a mallet. Read: Modern Day Lines f... Read More...
Life, The Product Poet

Day 12: NaPoWriMo – The Index of My Life

Indexing One's Life Born into the world without hate, foreward; takes first steps into a scary world, 1; absent father replaced by a real man, 7; kisses a girl for the first time, 8; heart broken by a gir... Read More...
traffic, The Product Poet

Day 11: NaPoWriMo – The Traffic Jam

On my pathed commute I hear honking. I stay in my my lane Flipping the bird A literary morsel. I'm passed by two Canadian geese. For Day 11 of National Poetry Writing Month, the napowrimo.net prompt was to w... Read More...
spine

Day 10: NaPoWriMo: A Broken Spine

At Nightrise Failure is Not An Option For Doctor Sleep. Today's napowrimo.net prompt for Day 10 of National Poetry Writing Month was to write a "book spine" poem. For this poem, I looked at one of my bookshelv... Read More...
Morning

Reflecting on This Morning

The wake of a duck. Sometimes life feels upside down. Mourning reflection. When I was out for my morning walk today, I noticed that I started a male and female duck. They quickly hopped into the pond in front ... Read More...
Name

Day 9: NaPoWriMo – What’s Your Name?

I always dreaded morning role call. "Mike," asked the substitute teacher. "Here," bellowed the pre-pubescent boy. "Beth," said the monotone teacher. "Present," giggled the ten year-old girl. "Clarence," smirk... Read More...
Iris

Day 8: NaPoWriMo – The Iris

Bewildered iris. Rather epithelial. The eyes can't smell fear. The napowrimo.net prompt for Day 8 of National Poetry Writing Month was to write a poem about a flower. As I always love to use words wi... Read More...
Ox

Day 7: NaPoWriMo – Tritina For The Ox

The Ox I awoke this morning stretching like an elongated eel. Looking in the mirror, I saw a former strong ox. Broken down, I felt miserable. Why do I wake up feeling miserable? Am I no longer ... Read More...
Beef, I Have A Bone To Pick

Day 6: NaPoWriMo – I Have A Bone To Pick

My Beef Grief For one year you did lay dormant, silvery skin unexposed against frozen bones broken by a blade. Unwrapping you from your protective ice, I eased your temperament from hibernation. Placing you ... Read More...
The Cruelest Month

Day 4: NaPoWriMo – The Cruelest Month

A Month To Forget I cannot lie, I hate the month of July. She was the month I was born She is the month that I'm torn. As thirty-one days of dry heat Brings thirty-one nights of wet sheets. And her sister Ju... Read More...

Day 3: NaPoWriMo – A Fan Letter

The Purloined Letter Dearest Mr. Poe, This morning, The Black Cat, the one that had The Premature Burial, presented An Engima. At first, I thought it was The Angel of The Odd, but The Black Cat was Loss of Br... Read More...