April 15 NaPoMo 2021

[CRNDLSM]

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.

NaPM April 15, 2021

Topic: write a poem without poetry...

Form: any

Line Requirement: any

[Keith]

Poeticlessness

Yes I told you you look nice
what's wrong with that
the blue one
I don't know
yes light blue
no not that one
ok then its navy
yes its the first one you tried
you bought the red one
why do I bother.

[CRNDLSM]

Books.
I read then mostly in the afternoons 20 years ago today I was at band practice when a kid tripped on his shoe. It was so big but the next guy just waltzed around him.

Around the ground
Around the pou- nope. No poe- nope!

Maybe?

[TranquillityBase]

Absolutely Not: a Sonnet


Dennis got me the job in the Chemistry
Library. My boss was Cecil Butcher,
who looked like Leopold Bloom come to life,
he had a funny way of rubbing his
nose, almost taking a pick, while he talked
to you about his Leopold Bloom life.
I knew as much science as a field mouse
so it was quite an adventure to be
surrounded by things like Acta Chemica
Scandinavica and once I found an 
article called "The Endlessness of the World"
published in a German chemical journal
in December nineteen forty-four.  In back
black iron crosses marked war dead chemists.

[Mark A Becker]

hello?

Stick a finger in your ear and ask out loud,
“GOT IT ?”

If I don’t reply immediately that doesn’t mean it didn’t work
but it may mean you didn’t say it loud enough. That’s OK, we’ll try it this way-

I’m sticking a finger in my ear, and asking out loud, right now,
say, “GOT IT !”

You see? 

It worked.

[Tiger the Lion]

Let Me Finger Paint Tonight

There are days the Muse
demands a sonnet
of flesh too weak
to squeeze a pen.

Let me finger paint tonight,
my love;

you ask too much of me.

[cloud]

exhale

she took a long hard drag 
the cigarette still burning as the
smoke filled her lungs yet 
she still managed to speak
"you want me to fuck you?" 
I ignored it and only wondered 
where the smoke went

[dukealien]

Ce n'est pas un poème


I like my new house.  It contains nothing of mine; in fact, I haven’t even paid for it yet.  But in a month or two I will be living there.  The realtor keeps calling it a “home” but, until I’ve moved in, it won’t be.

[Leaf]

Bread
Butter
Cheese
Cucumber
Broccoli
Carrots
Salmon
Chicken
Eggs
Apples
Apricots
Choc raisins
Muesli
Milk
OJ
Olive oil
Loo roll

[busker]

A recipe for ravioli

Take two cups of margarine, add florets and carrots. And marzipan, which must be something.
Lima beans if in Peru, else the phosphorescence won't do.
A dash of Fortinbras. Brass buttons. You know the type. I'm not going to say that you need to be a chef, but it helps having a degree. The third.
A third of a glass of Venezuela. Squash and squeeze in the pan. Handle.
Florida faced women have velociraptor tits.
Set to steam. Feel the heat in your pants. Stick a ladle in there and stir until satisfactory.
Bring the ravioli, which has been cooking in the pan on a different stove all along, to boil.
Saute and serve with garlic.