NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Sixteen

DAY SIXTEEN

SOME AWFUL DISEASE                                                                                       Down in the basement

with the cold damp air

they put me there to cure me

Cure me from some

awful disease that they

imagine that I’ve got

Gothic style revival

like Manchester town hall

couldn’t make me well

Wells of water spring up

from underground lakes

until they fill my soul

Soul power versus faith

rejecting belief

in anything but self

Selfish as a troglodyte on heat

clubbing people with a big stick

Sticking to the same old

made up story that no one really believes

Eve’s coming to the party

to celebrate and eat a lot of cake

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Day Two 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016

Day Two

Today’s challenge at NaPoWriMo is to write a poem that takes the form of a family portrait. You could write, for example, a stanza for each member of your family. You could also find an actual snapshot of your family and write a poem about it, spending a little bit of time on each person in the picture. You don’t need to observe any particular form or meter. Happy writing!

Here’s Mine:

MY ROBOTIC FAMILY

Photogenic not photosynthesis

I swear the picture’s looking back at me

A million years ago in days of bliss

Of me and my robotic family

Such artistic vision encapsulates

And mirrors my eternal entity

This very soul of mine which can’t escape

Then in my mind I truly would be free

They say you only reap the things you sow

My hair is purple blue and red aflame

My eyes are whiter than the driven snow

Looking back my portrait is still the same

I used to cry each time they sold my clone

As time progressed I valued being alone

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