2025 NaPM 1 April
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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.


This year, there are no form requirements, only "tiers" or "rankings" given informally to all participants:

Bronze Tier: Participate at least once.

Silver Tier: Participate all days.

Gold Tier: Participate all days, and have all entries be the same form or have all entries be different forms.


Write a poem involving a fool, some fools, or foolishness in general.
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It is the fool that seeks
love through poetry,
taking verse to be
the flower than the fruit.

It is the fool that thinks
love reads poetry,
when he is imaged, only imaged,
and not heard, not known.

It is the fool that feels
love as poetry,
attempting always to make
sublime the routine,

forgetting how all the best
elegies are prose.
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#3
Ode to a Large Language Model


We celebrate our newborn artisan
who frames within a desktop-laptop tool
impressive art and gaily partisan
rejoinders– oh, that clever fool!

It digitates new paintings, proffering
three-legged horse and kangaroo derived
from its deep learning, only differing
in errors laughingly contrived.

Its legal work and papers technical
abound in made-up references, cites
that seem light-hearted, not mechanical
‘til someone checks... then humor bites.

In short, our servant-general’s no mere
factotum but the soul of human wit:
a jester whom we think a loon but we’re
the butt of subtle japes that fit.

[Form:  Horatian ode]
feedback award Non-practicing atheist
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#4
Socrates thought himself a fool.
Would that we too were wise
like him! But no, some famous school
lent us their brand and helped us rise

to prominence. Winning the prize,
we persisted to pull the wool
over our own befuddled eyes.
When the blood is cold and pooled

at the lowest point, and another dies
content in the knowledge
that a fool wouldn’t go to college,
Apollo weeps, Athena cries.

Trump himself disproves the rule -
he went to college, stayed a fool.
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#5
Unfastened belt crawling real slow,
sandwich on the phone changing lanes
with no signal, honking horn
red light.
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#6
I miss those foolish days
of deciphering the digitalis,
synchronicity in mystic mornings
and meaningful coincidences.

Sunrise is still an upturned jewel,
distant galaxies still astound.

Yet a magic was lost
when science explained it all
so eloquently.
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#7
....and i just realised 1 april is april fools xD
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#8
it's only day one
and I already feel
like I've stepped
in shit
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#9
To Play a Fool

one must know a fool,
or a tool, really
there’s not much difference.
walk a mile in their shoe
(or two) to truly think
like an authentic fool.
get some powder
(remember the rules):
white to mask
that alabaster tone,
black to accent
those onyx eyes.
so when that mirror
finally shows a fool,
rejoice! for it
is no longer you—
it is just a fool.
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(04-03-2025, 10:17 PM)poetry_zealot Wrote:  To Play a Fool

Alright Z- ya made it! Shouldn't be too hard to catch up...
... welcome aboard,
Mark
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#11
welcome!
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#12
A Tale of Cats and Dogs

Like a true leader, he emerges,
his face a deep terracotta,
and stares into his beautiful reflection
projected from the vast camera lens
as he warns us of the danger
of aliens and their destruction!
Oh, how terrifying it must be
to be straight, white and Christian!
He, as the only one who can band them together,
promises perfect leadership,
to annihilate the poison of our blood,
those conspiracist scientists and their useless degrees and medicines,
and those freaks who don't even know their gender!
As he speaks, millions join and fight
against change, against growth, against the very backbones
of society.
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(04-04-2025, 01:17 AM)depressedmetalhead Wrote:  A Tale of Cats and Dogs

Way to go metal, ya made it to the show! Cool poem to start off with, too.

Catching up shouldn't be too hard...

welcome in,
Mark
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#14
Three Card Monty

Step up and try your luck
you know my game-

two jokers
and the queen of hearts;

guaranteed to win,
a lad, smart as yourself.

I'm on your side, he says,
the dare in his cheshire grin;

trust me, how can you lose?
I've told you my game.

Double or nothing?
You bet your life!
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(04-05-2025, 10:29 AM)brynmawr1 Wrote:  You bet your life!

alright Steve, good to see you in the game!
... Mark
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#16
Walking Smile


A strange flying craft sounded
and I looked up
with my hand over my eyes
for the sun was there,
and in the glory of the white
peaked sky, I saw through my eyes
but not through my hand.

All mountains are flat
when you walk with god,
all divisions sewed like twins
when you walk with god.
All deaths the salvation of the mind
when you walk with god.
Cells leak,

turning out new obstacles
and divisions, gods, puddles,
landfills, cremations,
pottery shards and mysteries
brightening experience,
sensation, giddy wandering,
stepping

into this now . . .
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