2023 NaPM 29 April

[RiverNotch]

We're closing this year's NaPM with the last two prompts of the site's very first NaPM. I especially like the way milo put this one:

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 29: Tell a "Big Fat Fucking Lie" as billy would put it.  As a poem, have your narrator lie to us.

Form : any
Line requirements: 10 lines or more.

[TranquillityBase]

God lives
in pennies
found on the street
each one a tiny Caesar.

God tells me
why I am condemned
and gives me signs
sidewise glimpses of hell.

Not enough to save me
I’m from a stubborn race.
It’s the imp of the perverse in me
to talk of God at all.

[Mark A Becker]

Really
My neighbor has proof!

I saw the pictures, too.
It looked sort of like a deer,
but it had horns. Long horns.
And it was furry, like a bear
standing on its hind legs!

It appeared to have a small
dog in its mouth- MY GOD!
Animal control couldn't find
anything but some suspicious
looking tracks. Big help, right?

I will admit that it was dark,
and the picture was very fuzzy,
but the neighbors are afraid
to walk their dogs now.
I don't blame them. Would you?

[dukealien]

Canards


Nonsense.
I am known
for my level head
taciturn disposition
and thoughtfully considered response
to any situation.
My eloquence
and perfect diction
are legendary.
So disregard
insults you may hear...
they are, if you will,
canards (little joke there).
As to my attire
nautical blouse and hat
fit my style perfectly.
No pants–
my ass is waterproof.

     - D. Duck

[CRNDLSM]

Yeah I worked with him
My names on half his stuff.
No, I had no idea he was doing that
We worked together, professional
Tragic though to find out like this.
Well yeah I knew he married that girl
And how old she was but that
That's not necessarily indicative
Of other, those other things he was doing.
Obviously I don't work with him anymore.

[RiverNotch]

Mercenary


These eyes keep turning to you
because, ain't it obvious? I hate you.
I hate you as I hate sex

or something to that effect.
Really, whatever gets under your clothes
or, further under still, your skin:

whatever will make you write
a diatribe against me
as I here write to you
this song---to seal your mouth.

[Wjames]

I'm glad things are going well
with your new boyfriend.

It's nice to see the pictures
of him playing with your dog
beside the swimming pool
in the backyard of your new place
while our old friends
enjoy a dip.

[RiverNotch]

PS will just clarify, a line and a half of what I posted is lifted straight from Louise Gluck's "Mock Orange".