The Last Verse – Day XXX – NaPoWriMo 2014

Well here it is
Our last hurrah
We’ve done so much
We’ve come so far

Through tears and triumphs
And alliteration of course
Some words did flow
And some were forced

There were bright days
Though some were cloudy
Some words were whispered
Some words shouted loudly

Some mirth, some macabre
To new friends and old
Were dedicated the verses
And the stories told

Some, I will, someday
Reminisce over with pride
And some, I’ll probably,
Wish I could hide

But each shall remain
With me through my ways
As proof that I lasted
All 30 days

Writing till the point
That I thought I would burst
I just thank god
There’s no April 31st

And with that dear reader
Ends this year’s story
How quickly it passed
Through failure and glory

Till next year
When we shall take again
The NaPoWriMo challenge
Good travels my friends

No Reason – Day XXIX – NaPoWriMo 2014

One by one they fell
As the wind struck its death knell
Men of honor and pride
Their sabers by their side

As each did breathe their last
As each’s time did pass
The grass was painted crimson
As each escaped their flesh toned prison

In an instant high above
Past both hate or love
Seeing as if in a dream
The world they once did teem

And knew none which or why
Side they took in this lie
This pointless endeavor
To divide, to sever

For now they were no colors
No us, no others
There was but the light
And no longer reason to fight

Not Connected (A Short Poem) – Day XXVIII – NaPoWriMo

No matter how much I try-ay

It’s hard to get by-ay

It’s make me want to cry-ay

There just is no Wi-Fi

A Few Friends – Day XXVII – NaPoWriMo 2014

I don’t need a lot of friends
I just need a few

One who always has my back
One who always cuts me some slack
One who tries to flatter me
One who knows exactly how I feel

One who likes to chill
One to take care of me when I’m ill
One who takes trips along side
One to check me, when I’m full of pride

One to sit and debate
One to help make laugh and elate
One whose shoulder I can cry upon
One who stays up, talking till the dawn

Now many of these things
More than one can do
So I don’t need a lot of friends
I just need a few

A Body At Rest – Day XXVI – NaPoWriMo 2014

Sleep
Great slumber
The peace and quiet of infinite darkness

To sleep
To dream perchance
Possibly never to waken
Not caring

Letting slip the fatigue and fear of far away
Seeing the beauty of a noon sun
Feeling the sweet embrace of nothing

To rest
Ah to sleep

Noddy & Jet – Day XXV – NaPoWriMo 2014

There once was a squirrel named noddy
Who had a teeny tiny body
He wasn’t a threat
To anyone he met
Though his manners were a bit shoddy

Noddy didn’t have many friends
But one day that misery did end
For he met
A sparrow named jet
And their days from then did blend

The pair had a favourite spot
To chill when it was hot
In a tree by the river
A real shade giver
There they’d sit and smoke pot

Having smoked they would sit and laugh
And they’d stuff their faces till they near barfed
Till one day this man
In a big metal can
Came and cut their dear tree in half

Now this made the two quite sad
They thought of all the good times they’d had
In that tree in the shade
The home they had made
And then they got a little mad

So noddy and jet hatched a scheme
To get back at this man most mean
They set his house on fire
And sat on a wire
Laughing as he did burn and scream

Now when this story in motion I did set
This way it would go, you wouldn’t bet
But take this lesson to heart
Before we part
Don’t f*ck with noddy and jet

Polling Day – Day XXIV – NaPoWriMo 2014

Well here we are
The final stretch
Here we are
Nervous wrecks

No time to rest
On our laurels or asses
Time to comfort, support
And cajole the masses

One says it goes well
One says it’s all lost
One says he can steal it
If we pay the cost

We’ll leave it all
On the field of battle
The stress, the anguish
The fear, the hassle

Not that it ends there
No not by a mile
But at least we’ll sleep
If but for a while

I sit here and pray
For the soldiers that roam
Let them prove worthy
And safely come home

For we fight not to win
We fight for our peers
We fight to dispel
The hatred and fear

Every soul we can save
Is a victory in the end
That’s the message
We must send

If we do this much
Then as long as we stay
Then we are victors
We are victors this day

Jane, Get Me Off This Crazy Thing! – Day XXIII – NaPoWriMo 2014

Through streets of dust
And fields of green
Amidst opposition flags
And skies unseen

We travel on
Hoping against hope
To muster courage
So we can cope

There are smiles and waves
And showers of cheers
That help deflect
The few rare jeers

An innocent face smiles
And blows me a kiss
And it’s moments like that
That’s I may miss

There are grating moments too
People I can’t stand
Who push my last nerve
With their selfish demands

Can I do this or not
I don’t know, I can’t tell
I need a break
I need out of this hell

This is how it is
Stuck between two worlds
Time to get off this roller coaster
Before I go and hurl

Black is White – Day XXII – NaPoWriMo 2014

I see things that aren’t there                                                           Amidst the shadows
Hidden within your very stare                                                                     There is light
You may not see                                                                      For those who are ready
Past your own hair                                                                              To stand and fight
But I see those things                                                              Never falter, never shake
That aren’t there                                                                      For your very soul’s sake

Madmen speaking heresies                                                                    But never easy
That’s what they called those that did see                                                     Is the road
The things that were                                                                        It is full of hardships
But couldn’t be                                                                                 Stocked with woes
Just because                                                         But if you are strong, you’ll succeed
Their minds were free                                   And reap reward for the blood you bleed

An outsider, maybe, to some                                                                            Open up
Is what, perhaps, you will become                                                   Your fastened eyes
If you refuse                                                                                         And see the truth
To keep mum                                                                                              In its demise
In front of doubters                                           Twisted by those that were to protect it
Who, your way, come                                   But in its name, they went and wrecked it

But this is the price we pay                                                                          Break away
To see not what is, but what may                                          Their shackles and chains
To say we saw                                                                                   And we shall build
That glorious day                                                                              From what remains
When none were blind                                                           A new hope. A new world
To the sun’s rays                                        Where black and white, is a lot less blurred

And thought sometimes I may be scared                                                          Only you
To face those who cannot bare                                                                  And I remain
To see one                                                                                             To fight this fight
Whose sight is rare                                                                               So we must train
I am free                                                                    The day comes, and it comes fast
So I do not care                                                                  When we will be, free at last

Accident! – Day XXI – NaPoWriMo 2014

Blood pumping
Women screaming
Glass shattering
Stop!

Dust flies
A baby cries
Did someone die?
Stop!

Panic ensues
Blacks and blues
Did you pay your dues?
Stop!

Forces rushed
Voices hushed
Metal crushed
Stop!

No blood this day
We thought, no way
Did they walk away
Stop!

Out they slid
The villain hid
Thank god we did
Stop!