April 18 NaPoMo 2021
#1
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 18, 2021

Topic: create a concrete poem

Form: concrete

Line Requirement: any

Deadline


                                                                              
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                                     crushing amount of          debts debt
               School     reading and homework, lots debt debt
                   isn't       coffee and adderall                  debts
                     for      pressure to                   There's always a need for trade. But
                     just     succeed, to                                                         even
                     any     do well, to make my parents proud,                 that
                     one.      sleepless nights and weekends while           will
                     Some      working and escaping through drugs         oft
                     people will never grow                            and the          req
                     or know the need for a                            dream           uire
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                     enc                            e, m                           All the           cho
                     ath,                            lite                             work will        oli
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Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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#2
I D0 N0T LIKE THEM HERE 0R THERE. I D0 load green-blue Rearden Metal thoughAnd ocean liners and rails that glistenBUT NOT A FOX OR A MOUSE. She said, as if it will do for A FOX or A MOUSEI cut the sky above them. A tribute to feeling free to not speak, until another and if you wish: THERE, I DO NOT LIKE THEM. In the flattered pleasure of this hour, Hank pointed at the stopped car. Dagny, what that metal can do! Dagny, to make twenty miles ON A TRAIN, NOT IN A TREE! I WOULD NOT acknowledge our own greatness, knowing the metal caught light out of steel and is twice as safe.  A TRAIN! A TRAIN! A TRAIN! A MOUSE. I DO it. We know it. They DO NOT LIKE THEM now. Have you thought LIKE THEM ANYWHERE. I DO.  Soon I turned back to A FOX. I will NOT be half the weight of A FOX. I WILL NOT EAT A CAR. I EAT practically nothing and lift the rails. When I think of the rails, the wire fences, made of Rearden Metal. It will weigh GREEN AND BLUE. I DO NOT BE ME, I DO NOT IN THE DARK! The first words she said in the car, in the crane: I DO NOT LIKE THEM, none of them. Metal that will cost, I WOULD NOT, ANYWHEREI DO NOT LIKE rails, a locomotive, the distance. I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT, LIKE THEM HERE OR THERE OR ANYWHERE. I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT, YOU SEE.  YOU MAY LIKE industrial siding, DAGNY-I-AM. I DO NOT, DO NOT. How fast is A MOUSE made of Rearden Metal? You can design a bridge, an overhead crane, a plant that will be bought IN A BOX.  NOT IN A TREE. NOT for the air. You will be able to pay for A TREE! NOT A CAR! I'm going to order Diesels of Space. The metal was NOT LIKE trains. DO NOT LIKE THEM, HANK-I-AM. NOT ON A TRAIN! NOT IN A BOX. REARDEN-METAL-I-AM will do for motors, that is understood.  WOULD YOU rail HERE OR track THERE. I WILL! WOULD YOU? COULD YOU? Make tests made of EGGS, a voice, and no modesty. This RAIN NOT IN THE DARK. NOT HANK NOT SAM not the Rio Norte track.  Now? OR THERE? I WOULD NOT DO what she knew, a phenomenon LIKE THEM. HERE OR THERE, clouds, the dime store, a window. "Hank, this is great."  I WOULD NOT move above the men moving cars. It is happening in the world today. You'll see the day of WOULD NOT EAT THEM IN A BOX.  WOULD YOU work on a plane of a greenish-blueThe great chain is NOT LIKE THAT, DAGNY-I-AM! DO NOT an order complete, of Rearden Metal to eat!  They stood in the chicken wire sun. NOT a trace of A TREEHe glanced at her. Your huge magnet held a load of EGGS YOU SEE. NOT A HOUSE. A BOX jerked in a brief spasm. A BOX WOULD NOT, COULD NOT BE LIKE THEM.  I AM thinking of that DARK. WOULD YOU, COULD YOU, in majestic indifference LET ME BE! Dagny noticed, but said COULD YOU, IN THE DARK? I LIKE, WOULD YOU LIKE? She looked, watching silently, intently. LIKE WITH A MOUSE?   She could distinguish the letters HANK. They stood watching IT. Rearden Metal? I AM long-haul, heavy-freight traffic. I AM the motors.  WOULD YOU LIKE IT HERE IN A CAR! IN THE RAIN? I WOULD. We're lucky if we manage the rarest one: TO NOT EAT IT.   I DO NOT is the most important thing.  I DO NOT LIKE to do it, she said, moving across the sky.  NOT A MOUSE. I DO NOT LIKE.
"Poetry is the rhythmic, inevitably narrative, movement from an overclothed blindness to a naked vision."  Dylan Thomas
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#3
Attuned

Descending
on an escalator
into the DC Metro
one afternoon, I heard
what sounded like a sullen
saxophone wailing in the gears.
And I very nearly knew the tune.
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#4
                           ---roof---
                       this            is
                     do                   a
                   to                     bit
                 tried                      un-
               I                             sta-
             while                             ble;
           rd                                      I
         wei-                                    might
       went                                         fall
.....eyes                                              and.....
My                                                         oof!
- - -                                                     - - -
This concrete is the first I've mixed; let's call it version A.
shed                                                     peace-
is                                                          ful
where                                                     place
we               Come, come; it's not that bad-              to
like             in;                        ass            read
to               there                    Bour-               a
spend            are                      bons;            book
our              some                       now              or
Sun-             bis-              knob      is          sketch
day              cuits              job    that               a 
aft-             here                       not             few
er-              to                           a            car-
noons            eat:                    treat?          toons.
- - -            - - -                    - - -           - - -
It's where we like to watch the birds, e.g. the coots and loons.

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#5
                Why do Target stores

            which could make lots of money

        legally selling guns  and  ammunition

    to Americans                    instead refuse

  to sell either        one?          Well, it’s like

this: there are        people          who cry and wail

about it even          though          it’s not illegal,

and it’s none of                      their business.  To

keep from being targeted with that noise Target gives in

    to a loud abusive minority instead.  To keep loud

        idiots from running their lives, too,

              Americans need lots of guns

                  and ammunition.
feedback award Non-practicing atheist
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#6
IMAGO


                           o         o
            The           !         !            kiss,
          cocoon         !       !        flighted
          burst too       !     !        over warm
        soon, from       !    !      bright skies
          a leaf-hung     {o}    clinging to a
           grip I slipped  (o)  sugar stealers
          snatched as     (o)    drift. He found
        an adult, wet    (o)    me drinking
        winged on a      V     nectar with
            blighted                  my gods

If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
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#7
I know this violates the spirit of NaPoMo, in that these concrete poems were made about 40 years ago, but I'm getting old and want to share my work:



https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1...sp=sharing
"Poetry is the rhythmic, inevitably narrative, movement from an overclothed blindness to a naked vision."  Dylan Thomas
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#8
(04-19-2021, 10:19 PM)TranquillityBase Wrote:  I know this violates the spirit of NaPoMo, in that these concrete poems were made about 40 years ago, but I'm getting old and want to share my work:



https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1...sp=sharing

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