NaPM April 20 2013

[milo]

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 20: Write a poem from the view of an antagonist.
Form : any
Line requirements: 10 lines or more.

Questions?

(congratulations to those sticking it out this far)

[billy]

Brutus! Sit you rabid hound
Don't bark again, don't make a sound.
In this house it's I who growls

defiance drips from off your jowls

Show me canine teeth or pride
I'll polish leather on your hide.
If by churlish chance you bite
you'll roast upon this solstice night

Your mistress died, passed away
and now it's time for us to play.

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it's very weak and telly i know but i don't have a lot of time

[milo]

actually, i's not bad

[Todd]

Lex Luthor on Why We Fall

It is not important that we climb mountains;
it's that some fall. This was human
evolution before the alien came
to save us from it.
When we fall, he's there to catch us.
And I'm the villain? I'm the only savior.
I don't wear an S to proclaim it,
besides, it would clash with my Armani.
The public are grazing cattle. They believe
he's the best of them. He's Pinocchio,
not a man at all. I dream of bodies
in free fall under a red sun.

[cidermaid]

A ro0ugh draft but so pleased to have a sudden desire to write. got this from reading the poem of the day and "Soft-bellied slackness", sort of wound me up so here it is.

You sit there, with your smug well rounded and folded face.
I know what you have been up to.
Colluding and plotting with her in there,
making me a mindless mule, to carry your guilty burden.

Oh I know you like to pretend; you present
your soft and flaccid self to show how
helpless and hapless you are - nothing but a passenger.
You roll over and play dead every morning,
always in the way. Your softness will not move.

Half an ounce of strength is all you offer
when there is some slack to be pulled in.
Yet I know you are made of concrete
When it comes to self will.
Banded and shot through
with strengthening rods,
when it comes to pleasing yourself.

Well I’ve got some news for you.
All those hidden ounces that
you’ve conned and connived your way to obtain ...
are going to be recalled and removed.

And as for her!
I’m putting a padlock over her gaping hole,
I will not listen, to her sultry calls to try and to taste.
Her paltry, pantry charms and chocolate creams
will soon be but a foggy dream
I’ve booked a ticket at the gym and some hypnotherapy.

[justcloudy]

"I’m putting a padlock over her gaping hole"

yes! love it.

[milo]

Swallow

A brook of lethe that presses me to sheets
but through the water, hear the baby cry
just like a lamb demanding mother's teats.

I'm up! I'm Up! a cow with twin red beets
that's lumbering through the kef, the hemlock sigh,
a brook of lethe that presses me to sheets.

Then back to dreams, but now the wail repeats
this foreign leach that tries to suck me dry
just like a lamb demanding mother's teats.

A gentle pillow presses desparate bleats
so breathe once more then muffle your goodbye
A brook of lethe that presses. In the sheets

it's just a squirming lump of alien meats
I had a son! Why won't this thing just die?
It's like a lamb demanding mother's teats

Fading now in twilight, twin heartbeats
and I collapse as two strong arms apply
A brook of lethe that presses me to sheets
I escape this lump demanding mother's teats.

[NakedBear]

I drank from your cup
and ate all your bread,
but you forgive tiny tresspasses.

Then I soiled your chair
with my ass, you poor bloke,
and made a pass at your wife
while you watched.

And when your were dreaming,
I smelled up your bed with a fart.

Oh, so now you cry and you shout
and would drive a man out?
Psah! I think I’ll stay on, my poor bloke,
as I like this sharin’ your head.