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NaPo 2019? Omg It's 2019.



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Tue Apr 09, 2019 3:03 am
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Aley says...



radiating sun
bird-song claters in the breeze
spring sprung in the night

haiku
  





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Mon Apr 15, 2019 2:51 am
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achey feet, tired trees
light shimmering bold
cold lips and stained tees
the summer hum will hold
summer light will hold
cold lips and achy trees

ice cream sweet tease
on tangy lips and rolled
tongues, catching bees
sleepy bushes grow old
lips tangy on rolled
bushes sleepy and old

grass green under knees
rubbed in stains told
stories of fun release
and afternoons of gold
golden afternoons told
stains in green knees

camp crawls down, locked keys
a quiet energy wrapped and wooled
the fall crawls in and takes leaves
the moss sprawls out, winter pulled
locked down keys
crawls fall, sprawled out and wooled

inverted refrain
  





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Mon Apr 15, 2019 3:29 am
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tallow winds crawl up the tounge, tart
as clean canvases are sheer and art
holding his hand sooths the stomach
like ibuprophen on an old ache of back
or hot showers after a day of weeding
a cool breeze in my hair, my sealing
tallow winds crawl up the tounge, tart
as clean canvases are sheer and art
he is my lemon-lime shake, my sky
in the dark night, my wings as I fly
both downfeathers and flight
hold me up as I glide in the night
tallow winds crawl up the tounge, tart
as clean canvases are sheer and art

john tee sonnet
  





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Mon Apr 15, 2019 3:50 am
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She broke down north of 62,
and the sky was clear, a bright blue
so I ventured out, daring the phones,
I could feel the rain in my bones

Night one, I built a quick shelter
Goldie? I had to re-belt her.
she couldn't roll, so out came cones
I could feel the rain in my bones

Morning, no cars, just me and her
I packed and pulled on car seat fur.
By noon, I found a road of homes
I could feel the rain in my bones

kyrielle
  





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Mon Apr 15, 2019 4:03 am
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today i saw stars
crawling skyward bars
of light
Today it was Mars
lined with the Moon farce
like bright
lies lingering cars
in empty lines, ours
to fight.

lai
  





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Mon Apr 15, 2019 4:12 am
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he was such a mischevious fox
smarter than the sun, and shiny
like a slicked coat, bold red locks
played with the frame of his face
he couldn't hide his mischeif box
below the brightness of his eyes
or the dress of his twilled socks
he also had a fortune not so tiny
from being great at making clocks

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Mon Apr 15, 2019 4:18 am
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You were seeking retribution
not mine to deliver but
your own to discover
or to deny

naani
  





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Mon Apr 15, 2019 4:22 am
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stand
above them
raining gold succor
apple sweetness tickles them
sit

oddquain
  





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Mon Apr 22, 2019 2:51 pm
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Cadi says...



Ooh, yay, lots of beautiful structured poems! I've actually learnt a couple of new structures just from reading this thread - and now I want to try a cywydd llosgyrnog, if only because it has such an incredibly Welsh name.

Your naani is wonderfully succinct, and I like your choice of refrain for the kyrielle (which happens to be a favourite structure of mine - though I always struggle to find a line which works repeated so often). And all of these have an excellent rhythm to them - this bit is a favourite:
tallow winds crawl up the tounge, tart
as clean canvases are sheer and art
he is my lemon-lime shake, my sky
in the dark night, my wings as I fly
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Mon Apr 22, 2019 3:18 pm
alliyah says...



Ohh you made it to "o" ! Do you have a pantoum left for NaPo, Aley? :D

I like reading through your NaPo as it makes me want to give some of these stranger structures a try.

The results of the naani and oddquain turned out really well - you're good at getting a complete little poetic snippet in such a short space.
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
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