Madame President

Madame President

I am young
I am she, barely thirty-three
I am born of brown faces
In a land of other races
A space without fences
I am queen
I am gay
I am here to begin my career
I am out in the crowd
Loud, queer and proud
Vowed to sustain ground
I am fierce
I am home
At the thrown of a ship that I steer
Where I now make my residence
Tethered with hesitance
In a house white with presidents
I am here

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Since Day 20 of the NaPoWriMo challenge is about rebellion, I think it only fitting that I am writing the Day 20 poem on Day 21. The challenge for Day 20 is to write a poem that involves rebellion in some way. The speaker or subject of the poem could defy a rule or stricture that’s been placed on them.

Big Bad Bronchitis

“Little pig, little pig”
Through the wheeze
And the breeze
Where his voice should have been

“Let me in,” with a choke
“Let me in” with chagrin
Sounded more like a plea
A deep cough in his throat

“I will huff, I dare say”
“I will puff” bent in half
“I will find my inhaler”
But the pig only laughed

Just a house made of straw
A piggy pig hairy chin
Surely a wolf with some asthma
Could blow it all in

So he took a deep breath
With all that he could
Held for one moment
Then he blew and blew good

Not a whisp or a whimper
Stirred from the straw house
Leaving no porky chop dinner
For a wolf with no Albuterol douse

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A little late for Day 15 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge, but here we go. Yesterday’s prompt was to write a poem in which a villain faces an unfortunate situation, and is revealed to be human (but still evil). Perhaps this could mean the witch from Hansel & Gretel has lost her beloved cat, and is going about the neighborhood sticking up heart-wrenching “Lost Cat” signs, but still finds human children delicious. Maybe Blackbeard the Pirate is lost at sea in an open boat, remembering how much he loved his grandmother (although he will still kill the first person dumb enough to scoop him from the waves).

Seagull Dreams

To see a gull means
adventure is long and longing
When white wings expand across Pacific blue skies
escape lies on the horizon
If on one leg he stands balanced on a rock
life is safe, solid is your walk, steady you go
With two orange feet planted at the surf’s ragged edge
your steadfast determination will clear a turbulent past
If he squawks or barks or laughs at the wind
abandon agenda, explore new ideas, enjoy the flow
If he rides warm currents rising on the drift
growth is a gift that comes without trying
If a powerful rouge gust blows him to the side
it is time to change your plans

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Happy Saturday and welcome to Day 14 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge. Today’s challenge is is to write entries for an imaginary dream dictionary. Dream dictionaries have been around as long as people have had dreams. Interestingly, if you consult a few of them, they nearly always tend to have totally different things to say about specific objects or symbols. For the challenge, pick one (or more) of the following words, and write about what it means to dream of these things:

Teacup
Hammer
Seagull
Ballet slipper
Shark
Wobbly table
Dentist
Rowboat

Life and Death

Lose yourself in Death. It’s the final chance to destroy your enemies.
Its highest value comes when you look the other way
Lost in hate, Death will never return
It is so confusing. Pretending it’s easy is easy.
Stop expecting so much of Death. It’s scary. Get over it.
It is quick and short and meaningless
Until then horde all you earn for your well-being is not guaranteed and people will laugh if you have too much fun
Death waits to laugh at you too.

But, if you live a significant Life death is meaningless
Life’s a little scary but it’s worth the ride
Your light will shine the higher you climb
Chaos gives way to Life’s peace
As each new birth brings new potential for great caring
And age knows the truth; Life is for living right now
Though evil people live on, history will bury their shadows
So live a courageous Life. Living in fear will prepare you for nothing.

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Welcome to Day 13 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge. The challenge today is to write a poem in which the words or meaning of a familiar phrase get up-ended. For example, if you chose the phrase “A stitch in time saves nine,” you might reverse that into something like: “a broken thread; I’m late, so many lost.” Or “It’s raining cats and dogs” might prompt the phrase “Snakes and lizards evaporate into the sky.” Those are both rather haunting, strange images, and exploring them could provide you with an equally haunting, strange poem (or a funny one!)

I started with finding sayings about Life and then sayings about Death and then upended them to be the reverse. Here are the original sayings:

Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
An unexamined life is not worth living.
I have found that if you love life, life will love you back
Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated
You get in life what you have the courage to ask for
It is not the length of life, but depth of life
Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans
Work like you don’t need the money, love like you’ve never been hurt and dance like no one is watching
Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.

I would rather die a meaningful death than to live a meaningless life.
I am not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.
Six feet of earth makes us all equal.
To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Death is a distant rumor to the young.
Good men must die, but death cannot kill their names.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.

Monster

The monster lurks in a green shroud of waxy leaves. Crouched in stillness she lies in wait mindful not to rustle the bed of pine needles mounded like hay at her feet. The slightest whisker twitch would surely give her away. Carelessly lilting above her steady gaze the flutter of an orange breasted oriole skips in and out of the pink azaleas. The monster steadies her sights.  In anticipation her shoulder twitches as she prays for a landing. Rapt in joy to greet the morning sun the oriole misses the monster’s glitch and with a chirp lands bouncing on a lower branch. A shower of pink petals, green leaves and brown needles swirl in the air as a blur of orange breast feathers head skyward.

under every bed
monsters wait for morning rise
early birds survive

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Day 12 of the NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a haibun, a poem that mixes a paragraph of prose followed by a haiku. Today’s challenge takes in the natural landscape of the place you live. It may be the high sierra, dusty plains, lush rainforest, or a suburbia of tiny, identical houses – but wherever you live, here’s your chance to bring it to life through the charming mix-and-match methodology of haibun.

Captive

He thinks that I don’t see him
Coming down the stairs
Bowing branches in filtered light
Casting shadows on the wall
Creeping by, he creeks a step
I close my eyes
I hold my breath

Water laps against the hull
My hatch secure with mental clout
Gentle waves replace self-doubt
I trim my sails in full control
Chose which way my wind will blow
Eyes wide open
I’m captain now

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Day 11 NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem that addresses the future, answering the questions “What does y(our) future provide? What is your future state of mind? If you are a citizen of the “union” that is your body, what is your future “state of the union” address?”

Umstead 100

Bitter cold in pouring rain
Keep dry, keep warm, stay fed, stay sane
The finish line calls my name
The clock, keep pace, to win the game

Through sleet and snow and blister pain
Head up, form straight to minutes gain
Time check, split count, now light a flame
For buckle pride is why I came

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Today is Day 10 of the 2018 NaPoWriMo Challenge. I’ve missed the last three days because I’ve been busy running and recovering from Umstead 100 Mile Ultra. The challenge for today to write a poem of simultaneity – one in which multiple things are happing at once. The hundred is a great example of this and I’m sure I could have written about much more simultaneity if I wasn’t now simultaneously suffering from post-100 brain.