NaPM April 23 2014

[milo]

Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.

Topic 23: write a poem inspired by something that annoys you.
Form : any
Line requirements: 8 lines or more

Questions?

[ChristopherSea]

Seagull Rapt

Observe simple people
at our beaches,
engaged in silly seagull obsession,
nourishing those dirty
fowl of the sea
in return for excretion aggression.

Please don’t approach me,
you insolent things.
Fly around please, no reason for stopping.
I have no treat
for the ungrateful bird,
nor the desire to wear your droppings.


(shouldn't be angry with the gulls)

[Erthona]

Each day I find when I wake up
that I am one day older,
my strength grows less and less,
and I seem much less bolder.
I’ve lost interest in pretty girls,
they do nothing for me.
I’d rather be upon a ship,
watching waves at sea.
All day long I want to sleep
and this I strive to fight,
yet at days end when darkness comes,
I stay awake all night.

[painter not a poet]

Skin

Little dots on my skin
I pop and pick
But never win
I catch a glimpse out of my eye
Oh, dreadful acne say goodbye

On my belly I see you there
Stretched and saggy
Like a little tear
Lotions, potions, creams and goos
Ill spend the most so I wont loose

Dots of color; red, blue, pink
Swirled around
In my new ink
You cover up so I cant see
The skin that is all over me

---

Each day I find when I wake up
that I am one day older,
my strength grows less and less,
and I seem much less bolder.
I’ve lost interest in pretty girls,
they do nothing for me.
I’d rather be upon a ship,
watching waves at sea.
All day long I want to sleep
and this I strive to fight,
yet at days end when darkness comes,
I stay awake all night.

I enjoyed this very much. You captured growing older well, without seeming like a victim, or a whiner.

[Keith]

Liquorice and blackcurrents

The black sticky hedgehog
rolls round your mouth,
shedding his purple crisp shell.

Born without spikes,
he waits for the bite,
then takes whatever he will.

He sticks on his back,
crowns, fillings and caps,
and the odd piece of tooth that you'll lose.

Only takes ten percent,
with the dentists consent,
because he's paid every time you chews.

[cidermaid]

(Bloody hell Kieth...I 've just done catch up on just two poems today...how on earth did you manage to do that many in one day...I'm appreciating the quality of what you turned out even more now I've tried it myself. This is unadulteratd crap, but is just about a poem so meh! Good work from you the other day).

What gets me really pissed
Is
Empty boxes and pots put back in the pantry, when the kitchen bin was nearer
then everyone moans that there is nothing to eat!

People who pull out under your nose, only to creep four inches up the road
and take the next right, taking an age as they are half asleep.

Shoppers who use a trolley or buggy to block and hog the shelves
and keep dodging in and out whilst they choose their meat.

...But most of all I get pissed at myself for being so wet and allowing
these pathetic things to steal my peace.

[ellajam]

NaPM

Incapable of cogent thought,
why think I'd write a decent sonnet?
It's inspiration that I sought,
each morning keen to jump upon it
but even with a prompt I love
within four lines I start to flail.
I shuffle rhymes unworthy of
my time and yours, continually fail.
Oh, bitter April, you have wrought
a mind so numb it's downright choking,
now wasting skills that I've been taught
my brain's so burnt I smell it smoking.
So sub-par poets please beware
of sub-par poems I'm posting here.

[Mopkins]

There’s a pest in the kitchen-
a rotten bloody mouse.
He seems to be the only one
that’s living in the house,
but even one’s too many
reproachable rodents.
Were I to get a hold of him
there’d be some violence.
The cats aren’t helping at all
they’re too lazy and well fed
to bother chasing mice around,
they lie there on their beds.
I’ll have to get a mouse trap,
bait it with peanut butter,
put it on the kitchen bench
amid all the clutter.
Hopefully I’ll find him
dead inside his trap
I’ll put him in the rubbish
and that will be that.

[ChristopherSea]

NaPM

Incapable of cogent thought,
why think I'd write a decent sonnet?
It's inspiration that I sought,
each morning keen to jump upon it
but even with a prompt I love
within four lines I start to flail.
I shuffle rhymes unworthy of
my time and yours, continually fail.
Oh, bitter April, you have wrought
a mind so numb it's downright choking,
now wasting skills that I've been taught
my brain's so burnt I smell it smoking.
So sub-par poets please beware
of sub-par poems I'm posting here.

It smells like bacon, yummy.

[ellajam]

NaPM

Incapable of cogent thought,
why think I'd write a decent sonnet?
It's inspiration that I sought,
each morning keen to jump upon it
but even with a prompt I love
within four lines I start to flail.
I shuffle rhymes unworthy of
my time and yours, continually fail.
Oh, bitter April, you have wrought
a mind so numb it's downright choking,
now wasting skills that I've been taught
my brain's so burnt I smell it smoking.
So sub-par poets please beware
of sub-par poems I'm posting here.

It smells like bacon, yummy.

Today, yes, but by tomorrow it may go a bit rancid.

[ChristopherSea]

We will all be burnt Scrapple by April 30th.

[Keith]

Seagull Rapt

Observe simple people
at our beaches,
engaged in silly seagull obsession,
nourishing those dirty
fowl of the sea
in return for excretion aggression.

Please don’t approach me,
you insolent things.
Fly around please, no reason for stopping.
I have no treat
for the ungrateful bird,
nor the desire to wear your droppings.


(shouldn't be angry with the gulls)

Bloody back of the beach sandwich snatchers this could be a hate one for me

[Keith]

(Bloody hell Kieth...I 've just done catch up on just two poems today...how on earth did you manage to do that many in one day...I'm appreciating the quality of what you turned out even more now I've tried it myself. This is unadulteratd crap, but is just about a poem so meh! Good work from you the other day).

What gets me really pissed
Is
Empty boxes and pots put back in the pantry, when the kitchen bin was nearer
then everyone moans that there is nothing to eat!

People who pull out under your nose, only to creep four inches up the road
and take the next right, taking an age as they are half asleep.

Shoppers who use a trolley or buggy to block and hog the shelves
and keep dodging in and out whilst they choose their meat.

...But most of all I get pissed at myself for being so wet and allowing
these pathetic things to steal my peace.

Ha Ha These get to me in just the same manner especially empty boxes