NaPoWriMo 2017

 

You peeped in, yet again knocking,enticingly

Yesterday you were dressed blue, stars swaying across in a spray

 

What was it you wanted to say, whispering?

Yesterday, when you tugged that branch away

 

What were you up to, lingering behind like that

Yesterday, your luminosity was gentle, yet you seemed astray

 

Why did you smirk at the street lamp in guilt?

Yesterday, my rooftop witnessed your celestial cabaret

 

When did you learn such unassuming grace?

Yesterday, you peaked through your veil as the fireflies came to play

 

How did you stand still with a poker face?

Yesterday, when the little boy begged for the rabbit sticker you have on your face

 

Where else do you dare tiptoe barefoot these days?

Yesterday, you cheekily trespassed over my pathway

NaPoWriMo Day 9

Lackluster grey roofs preserve stereotype spirits

Breathtaking mountains seek revenge from kindered skies

Sharp paper cuts, sleek, patterned drops of blood

Crumbling, spouting intestines scattered the searing blast

Graffiti walls, salute fallen heroes with bold question scripts

Lacquered posters, address ‘greatness’ in awkward strokes

Golf course weekends, tousled together for work

Wicker bowls in hands, begging favors for food

Mortified glances, isolate the other ;frontiers of pretence, both here and there

NaPoWriMo 2017

Fear is central in your leadership school

Poignant rainbow stories stay preserved in their molecule

Negotiation, when led by contempt is unfair

Your ego is a postcard stamped with despair

Tormented Tsar, heal your beginnings

Remember, bodies pile up to show your winnings

Your hostile tenor, forces an exclusion

Your stubborn pride is infused with delusion

Vision dissolving destruction that sobers

Self glorification noozes your neck like a bolder

Brazen and reckless, you are a true obscene

Inaccurately called a Champion, really a Frankenstein

Home and history, record these traits

Sinister excessiveness, you are listed a hippocrate

You poisoned independence, creating voices of silence

Kleptomaniacs do get punished, yours is a sly shyness

Championships never last forever

Choose whenever,  but humility is a good endeavor

Remember, belonging to calm is an aphrodisiac too

A wake up call is long overdue

The Armory Tour Part 6

NaPoWriMo Day 6

 

Illuminated spectral

Minimal grace

a televised death festival

 

Sweepstakes brutality

Tuxedo diplomacy

a leadership in frugality

 

Soothing lavender

Embellished cannabis

a fragrance in the choking whimper

 

Porcelein white

Frozen permanence

a devastation study for the erudite

 

Decorated morgue

Induced glow

a haunted tune on the keyboard

 

Just one day

Truimphant silhouttes

a graphic truth here to stay

The Armory Tour Part 5

NaPoWriMo Day 5

 

My life craved a constructive meaning

          Break through needed from a motley prosaic

Awaiting a kindling of cure and healing

          Incandescence deprived, emotionally archaic

 

They engaged my demons

          Indulged my questions, promised new prisms

I encountered friendship, connections became my beacon

        My parents, at the other side of the schism

 

Reinstatement was no longer an option

          Radically infused spirits had bled my passion

Their potent purpose tested my finesse to shoot without caution

          Slaughtering my core, a consistent hammering distraction

 

30 rounds I shattered into my heart, my legacy the deadly Assault rifle, it’s magazine

Ending my fate as a carnage machine, Ending my life as a wolverine

         

 

The Armory Tour Part 4

NaPoWriMo 2017

 

Running streaks decorate her face

Creating shadows like intricate wedding lace

Glowing sky, screaming in rage

Why does my flycatcher need a cage?

Rivers weep an exorcized stream

Contrasting mosaic highlighted by sunbeams

Digging deep, the earth ignites

Spouting dragon teases the northern lights

Gods forgiving drenched deep in spills

Innocent handprints as their massacre relics

Peshawar, Orlando, Istanblul are ablaze

Photographs show bewildered bodies still in a daze

Sprinke, Oh sprinkle the fountains with moonlight

Water does not wash away these coagulated sights

 

 

The Armory Tour Part 3

NaPoWriMo Day 3 –

 

Where does the color of the earth change?

Why do men create laws that are above Nature?

When do dreams alter their language?

Which country owns motherhood rights?

What is the definition of a wall?

How do you explain separation to a child?

Where can a farmer establish his citizenship?

Why does equality not become a dwelling place?

When does the sky draw lines that mirror maps?

Which ghost follows immigration rules?

What do the remains of the dead look like in your land?

How will security be monitored for birds crossing borders?

 

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The Armory Tour Part 1

NaPoWriMo Day 2

 

Almond biscotti sticks, crumbling coarse sign posts

Flour thick layer, an after-bombing residue

Tablespoon of essential oil, penetration of evil pride

Electric mixer speed, grinding reminder of Auschwitz

Raisins a handful, moist eyes and disconsolate tears

Toasted walnut flakes, shards of shrapnel embedded

Apple cider and almond extract, embalmed bodies to be identified

Sugar caramelized to layer the pan, festering a new normal

Transferred to a wire rack, the simmering mistakes of humanity

Enjoy once drizzled with cinnamon, the AfterTaste of our masked cowardice

 

The Armory Tour Part 1

NaPoWriMo Day 1 – 

Apple of our eyes, stay forever sweet

Born to be a poem, your rhyming thirteen years

Ceremonial colors in life, death richer red

Dancing footsteps tiny free, glide across sky’s now

Even today she waits, warm bun in hand

Freedom is now yours, you smile toothless

Greeted by bullets, my womb became your casket

Hope you are somewhere kind, you deserved not dread

Imminent scholar boy, your books will wait your turn

Just your little finger clasp, keeps me alive

Keep your friends company, sing aloud in unison

Lofty goals did not save my child, I cannot forgive

Monstrous wails of your mother, will miss you angel

Never lose your crayons, draw a clear blue sky son

Only yesterday I bought you a kite, I buried it today

Put your head to the pillow, you deserve rest

Quote to The God up there, the hymn of a butterfly

Refugee child you went to the sea, the Arc set you free

Stringing snipers bombs, was not how I planned your life

Theater to the world’s script, you acted your part with a smile

Under a starless sky, I will look at you my pole star

Veins overflow with terror, she still sings you a lullaby

Wiki returns blood in response, Syria your children we mourn

X ray films show a dark shadow, your tiny bones are already ash

You never learned to call me Baba, we taught you syllables of war

Zaara, you barely blossomed, the earth needed your scent

Relative Confessions Part 5

Mom role turned out fine

Beginning,

when you came to me as mine

That is not how it always felt

Until, burritto wrap you

made my innards, crumble

into cheese, drip a melt

I obsessed, please God

Make him

be born blessed

Innocent toes five

Octave cries high

Music, prayers, chatter

to the womb,intended

for you in bloom

Then

Intimidation,a need to weep

Set in,you shrugged all sleep

Hysteria,of a parallel world

like a merry go round

visitations,wine,gripe water

together swirled

Soon

You grew up

paced faster than I knew

new sights,friends

with much elan,drew

Kite like,new expanses

explored, your equilibrium

with the world, worked

to choreograph,your dances

Success is perspective,yours

and mine,will differ

I proudly,stand a tall tower

You demonstrate,a barometer

for moments that matter

will last forever

Your camera lens, prescribes

focus, and will always

define you,your path lines

Your calm affinity

with those who matter

allows you,to distill

the clutter

Refined

I made it thus far,fairly fine

son, you polish my shine

My cue cards,help books

pile up in a nook

Excruciating discipline,will take

to not outreach,at each step

You coach me,with your manner

and comforting energy

I grow with you

worry,by nature

confident,by stature

watching,as you

forge ahead

onward and forward

 

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