2025 NaPM 30 April

[RiverNotch]

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.


Today's a free day. Write about anything, as long as it's part of the world.

[Mark A Becker]

Choices

Clouds are now parting,
opening space in my head.

With a clear view of night sky
I can finally focus my mind.

Then, if I could pick one
planet to live on

would I ever leave this one
behind?

[busker]

Good on the Canadians
who have re elected their party of woe,
which is really no different than the one before,
or the rank bastards of Pierre Trudeau
in the mists of time. God, I hate those Canadians,
they're intolerable, like their geese,
with their cold weather boasts and joke cracking comedians,
and a propensity to say 'please'.
Give me another country, make sure they're Caucasian,
and we can be friends. I'm thinking, Germany.
Why, half of us are Germans. Even Eisenhower was German
(but not that barbarian General Sherman),
and we can be friends. Even French-Alsacian
believers in the cause are welcome to join.
O, we shall bring
the KKK to Des Moines,
paint swastikas on the Hoover
dam. Thereafter, Vancouver,
and pretty soon, the Louvre
will have a McDonalds inside it,
with no Frenchmen to deride it.
We shall make the Frogs cry out for ketchup.

~ P. Hegseth (this ain't a stitch up)

[rowens]

Universe

Maat and Eris dance
through the love and agon
that's Inanna,
the no-I, shakti,
is Nemesis;
I who is Nemesis

dance

[carahmellow]

The mirror reflects back
a face unrecognizable—
furrows and lines
in a landscape once unmarked
by weathering and time,
paint-like splatters
on the peaks of cheeks,
peppered by the sun’s artful kiss.
And though it can be painful
to blush apples once full,
I then remember
how privileged I am
to see this face at all.

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I wrote 2 today out of boredem... or maybe just inspiration after another damn DING from my phone sent from my childs school

ding ding
ring ring
that audible sting
an alert, a reminder
of another thing:
papers, field trips,
reservation bookings,
appointments, meetings,
missteps lurking.
Such a useful little box
in my pocket—
my friend,
but more often than not,
an enemy.
My end.

[dukealien]

Pints and Exisis


Now tell me skant, Kannessiphan,
why our vare planet roundy Earth
has but one exis and two poles
when Cere-us in itsy nonce
gots two equats and but no pole?

Can’t all rewolving refrince frames
resulf into won twiddle-tee
or if they mote have twain of thim
why not, Kannessiphan, have three
or manny, or jest simply num?

Don’t be a stolf, yun denigsman,
fir any twan retations wooed
must be aboot more thin one pint
meer timbling, tombling, tamboling
just like yir babberlin, yi stolf.

Yo, Earth precesses for imperf
it are as we is, al one peece.
Yu set uppon a mergo-round
on Earth and ballay on a towe:
yer dizzy but we al new thot.

Look at a bawling boll fir won:
it hookies in a smoothy curf
and speckly pattern rools a cross
in diffa rent dye-reksi uns.
but still and al, yi stolf, it rools.


[Form:  Blank verse/nonsense]

[RiverNotch]

The Tragedy of Ferdinand begins
like he once conceived it---himself the new
Adam born nude out of a bamboo shoot,
Imelda Eve vested to wash off sin,

Ninoy and Corazon two wing-clipped doves
uniting both the Papists with the Moors
and the rapacious reds with bourgeois boors
to realize the snake foreseen by Hobbes,

lastly the ever changing face of God
Jumbo, the crook, the honest chump, the rube,
and the b-list actor eager to loot
heaven of all by which it struck with awe

the earth---so to the reader it is plain
what these frauds give is Paradise Debased.

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1 more to goooo