NaPM, April 6, 2020

[Quixilated]

Sorry it’s late!    I am thoroughly enjoying everyone’s contributions.  I’ll try to catch up if I can.  

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: Write a poem inspired by the individual, the crowd, or the mob.
Form: any
Line requirements: 8 lines or more


Questions?

[Keith]

Your flight has been cancelled (crowds not allowed)

Being pursued by the periscope eyes
of early morning sand crabs
white sand suntanned feet
cool momentarily in the ocean sweep.

A well earned breakfast, vibrant
with colour and fewer calories,
debunked by a mid-day
Daiquiri or two.

Steel drums drift Marley
on an island record breeze
billowing bleached cabana drapes
ease us into afternoon sleeps.

A choir of tree frogs
dance late into the evening
after a night of heavy drinking.
A holiday with all those people
what was I thinking?

[Todd]

The Blackest Friday

There’s no basic training for a Zombie Apocalypse.
There’s nothing basic about it, but we still try
to come up with a list of qualifications
to share with friends. We wrap ourselves in army surplus
jackets, make sure to cover all exposed flesh and transform
into the lowest common denominator of doomsday prepper.
That does not imply that no method exists to overcome
a George Romero fever dream. Remember gratitude
and the complacency that comes from its celebration,
will always be the undoing of the many, who eat and then sleep,
only to be eaten and never wake. You must remain hungry
and alert to arrive early at the crucible of your testing.
The new Playstation 5 will be in the electronic section of Walmart.
The crowd is salivating at the gate.

[Todd]

Keith nice imagery. In the context, do you mean choir not quire?

[dukealien]

The Leader, of His Bride


The essence of a crowd or mob
is underrated.  See, it runs
toward a goal its heart defines
with passion and its arms upraised
or when affrighted coyly flees
as from a whiff of grapeshot or
a charge of iron-shod dragoons.
One fellow wrote a mob of men
behaves as if it were one woman–
what, I ask, could be more charming?

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Keith nice imagery. In the context, do you mean choir not quire?

I thought so, too, but the image of tree frogs as pamphlet-folded paper is arresting, isn't it?

[Todd]

The Leader, of His Bride


The essence of a crowd or mob
is underrated.  See, it runs
toward a goal its heart defines
with passion and its arms upraised
or when affrighted coyly flees
as from a whiff of grapeshot or
a charge of iron-shod dragoons.
One fellow wrote a mob of men
behaves as if it were one woman–
what, I ask, could be more charming?

---

Keith nice imagery. In the context, do you mean choir not quire?

I thought so, too, but the image of tree frogs as pamphlet-folded paper is arresting, isn't it?

It could be if that's the intention. What makes me pause is the rhyme between the words. That's why I wanted to check as opposed to saying, caught a typo because there may be no typo at all. It's a good poem.

[Keith]

Keith nice imagery. In the context, do you mean choir not quire?

Thanks Todd, just me being a numpty again.
@dukealien, I did think of trying to blag a folded paper frog, just to hide my shame

By the way really enjoying reading all the different posts some very good pieces to boot.

[Tiger the Lion]

Fatigues

Today's rain
was a spring rain
and not a winter rain. 

You can smell the difference
two light years away.

All those ions
buzzing around
looking for gaps
in the masks,

looking to see who yawns first.

Two natures at war.