Thursday, April 30, 2015

NaPoWriMo Day Thirty: Backwards Romance

Our
love had
always been
earth shaking.
How would
we know
this was
the end?

heidi
written 4/30/15 for the last day of
link







We were called to write a poem starting with the ending. With it, I think I have grown a little tired of the romantic stuff. It feels like I wrote of that a lot this month. Maybe I'll write one more that's happier to go in my sweetie's pocket for Poem In Your Pocket Day.
 

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-nine: Cinquain Review of an Ex-Boyfriend (and, no, I am not talking about you.)

As a
boyfriend he could
have been better and less
needy, but man, he sure knew how
to fuck.

heidi
written 4/29/15 for
link







Today's prompt was to write a review. I cheated a little here I think, but it is still a review. And one of these days, I will keep in mind that my mother does actually read this thing.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Tea Party

Be like Gandhi and King 
We can't condone violence! 
Protest peacefully, young Americans,  
and it will all be okay. 
 
Except, peaceful protests usually 
require martyrs 
like  
Gandhi 
and  
King. 
 
But, in 2014,  
there was 
Anderson  
and 
Baker  
and  
Bennett 
and 
Berghardt 
and  
Brisbon  
and 
Brown 
and 
Cochran 
and 
Crawford 
and 
Curnell 
and 
Cusseaux  
and 
Ford 
and 
Garner 
and 
Gurley 
and 
Hamilton 
and 
Harrison 
and 
Hunt 
and 
Jones 
and 
Lake  
and 
Parker 
and 
Powell 
and 
Rice 
and 
Satterwhite 
and 
Smith 
and 
Tillman 
and 
White 
and 
Woodard. 
I think that there have been 
enough 
Martyrs. 
 
Well, what about Parks? 
She didn't tear up the bus? 
 
No. 
But she broke the fucking law. 
 
And, like  her,
and those old white men,  
who appropriated Native garb, 
and had a party in Boston
 
I think it's time to throw some fucking 
Tea 
into the fucking 
Water.
 


heidi
written 4/29/15


I wonder if this will get any reaction? My more political stuff rarely does. (And yes, that was a triple dog dare. And, I'll delete anything that is racist, trolling, nasty, or stupid.) Names used here are taken from Uptown's article 20+ Unarmed Black People Killed By Police in 2014.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-eight: Bridges

the line between
you and me is the
narrowest of bridges

heidi
written 4/28/15 for
link









Today's prompt was write about bridges. And my Camp NaNo count is 10034 words. I met my goal! Woohoo!

 

Monday, April 27, 2015

The Answer to Your Question

It's not that my breasts like to be touched.
It's that it's you touching them that sends the electric thrill
through me. 
As you commented, while your mouth 
was wrapped around my nipple,
My breasts are HUGE
and with that ...
not terribly sensitive
(and sometimes a little sore)
But I like you
and I like 
the sound of me in your voice, 
the smell of your neck,
the touch of your skin as it heats up mine
the visual confirmation of your body's
deep appreciation of my body.
So, yeah, baby, 
I like it when you do that.
 
heidi
written 4/27/15
 
 
I had an extra one in me and I have to write 2000 words, y'all.
 

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-seven: Where He Carelessly Disregards Me

One
little word
that crushes me.

heidi
written 4/27/15 for
link






Today's prompt is to write a Hay(na)ku. This is my try. Four days left and maybe I can meet me 10,000 word Camp NaNo goal and write the last four poems on time.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Napowrimo Day Twenty-six: Watching

I am watching
I am the monster stalking you
You don't see
 
For so long
I have waited to be here
I am watching
 
Tear you apart
I am the monster stalking you
See me now
 
All the deaths
Courtesy of me and still
You don't  see.
 

heidi
written 4/26/15 for
link
 
 


 
Today we are writing persona poems. This is from the point of view of the monster that was stalking the woman in a poem I wrote for day three or four. I'm  doing all of this from my blogger app on my new phone, so I may come edit a little later.
 
A little later:
 
The companion poem for this one is called Night Terrors and it is from Day Three. Both of these also reference my NaNoWriMo novel that I began in November and am working on a little during Camp NaNo this month.  (I still have 2000 words to write over the next three days.) I do have a small snippet from that story called Annie Is Having A Bad Day.
 
The poem above was fun. My friend and I were discussing cascade poems late the other night, and I thought, wouldn't it be cool  to write a cascade using Collom Lunes? I completely neglected to consider that the five word middle line would not work as the last line of the third stanza. So, I made it the second, et voila! A Collom Cascade.

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-five: I Should Have Picked Another Subject

A clerihew for a woman named Ann
Some say she's pretty, I think she looks like flan.
She hurts people for profit, this media whore,
I hate her so much I won't write any more.

heidi
written 4/26/15 for day 25 for
link






Man! I kept wanting to make this a limerick! I really dislike the subject, so that may be why. I also broke some of my rules with this one. I don't like attacking women because of their looks, and I insulted whores with the comparison and I like whores.