NaPM April 06 2016

[Leanne]

This was the first prompt I've been tempted to skip. Really damned hard for me.

[Todd]

I found it hard also. I think it was the euphoric part for me. Many of my firsts were not as euphoric as my seconds, and twenty sevenths.

[Weeded]

This was the first prompt I've been tempted to skip.  Really damned hard for me.

This is why I wanted to see it as a prompt. Something I've tried so hard to do but just can't lol. Still debating whether I wanna try.

[ellajam]

This was the first prompt I've been tempted to skip.  Really damned hard for me.

I found it hard also. I think it was the euphoric part for me. Many of my firsts were not as euphoric as my seconds, and twenty sevenths.

Sshhh, I haven't done mine yet, don't support my inability to focus on this, nothing seems euphoric enough.

[milo]

Sometimes it is nice to hit a curve ball.

[Leanne]

"The first time I didn't fuck it up too badly" just doesn't have a euphoric ring to it

[milo]

Ha - agreed, at least you got through it. I am still thinking.

[ellajam]

Forgive Me, Luke Skywalker Poetry Mod

A poem is not a baited hook
__but a fish circling,
____nibbling the swaying weeds
______and shimmering its way upstream.

On the finest of days one will nuzzle
__in the shallow pool
____at my feet, let me stroke its slippery scales
______and kiss it goodbye.

[Todd]

"The first time I didn't fuck it up too badly" just doesn't have a euphoric ring to it

If my first times were even that good I'd be euphoric.

[Keith]

Too badly ?? jesus Leanne that is superb and oh yes Todds is pretty damn fine as well. Keep em coming guys really great reads.

[milo]

The first time that I died
was like a dreamless sleep
with a black quiet that blanketed
everything in peace.
But they brought me back
to the sharp white lights
and the always noise
and the reminding pangs of a body
that is never quite at comfort.

So I cut –
slice the fat of my inner thigh
and watch the skin peel back
like a plastic sausage wrapper
and the life leak out of me
in drips
building anticipation
until the next time.

[Leanne]

milo, that's intense and awesome

[Achebe]

Todd, quite superb again. No need to thank. Just clutters up the thread.
Milo - the wolf and dog will be a hard act to follow - that was magical. But this one's good too.
Super pomes all around.

[milo]

milo, that's intense and awesome

thanks, leanne, I blame Todd for skipping suicide week this year.  I had no outlet for my inner emo.

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Todd, quite superb again. No need to thank. Just clutters up the thread.
Milo - the wolf and dog will be a hard act to follow - that was magical. But this one's good too.
Super pomes all around.

Thanks, I am just happy to get anything down, I am amazed at some of the stuff I am reading in these threads.

[Todd]

Near death and emo goodness. Excellent Milo.

[RiverNotch]

UNDER THE HIJAB

The first time leaves
no subtleties of truth,
only desire -- fear -- then a trace
of vital memory.

I saw that morning
in the heart of a summer wood
what glows behind the veil,

brighter than the golden stars and leaves
traced upon the purple -- not sex,
which the Prophet says would have struck me blind,

but a substitute more vital -- and I found myself
lost in the passage of the woodbird
and the mosquito.

How many songs have I written?
How many hearts have I broken?
only to recapture that same moment,
that same stolen sight of golden hair
and ivory tower neck, then leave
still starving --

there is no second time.

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Also, damn, milo -- just damn!

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and i ended up clapping in delight on reading bedeep's poem -- reminded me of how i (should have) learned how to ride.

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Todd, the beginning of your poem -- gradually, it turned for me into something else, something more gorgeous -- reminded me of this Dickinson poem. here it is: http://etc.usf.edu/lit2go/115/the-poems-...-preacher/

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and massive, massive lol, ella!

[Weeded]

I've tried to write about this many times in many ways today and it just didnt work and yeah its pretty literal.


It was God's pen writing that night 
at the house of congregation
we met, flicked a bic and then our souls met.
You followed me home
in your '93 Civic that seemed more stable
than what our minds set to do,
that is open bottled ferment and bask
in that strong scent of sin.
You were my best friends ex,
My biggest regret, my best sex
I've ever had in my life was that night,
I still can't tell which who
was to which blame due
but I knew the second you asked to come through I was the fool for letting you.
I honestly thought I could contain it,
but three sips in I started feelin' me failin'.
Your jet-black hair and Michoacan cheeks
gently rested on me.
I couldn't take it.
I touched just under your chin,
saw your eyes closed and lips pressed
then open with a gasp when you noticed me
staring blatant.
As if you knew my thoughts
you placed your palm on my face,
took your fingertips and gently pressed toward me.
It was that first kiss,
I'm not sure what it was but I'll never forget
guilt release as I felt a connection I've yet to see again,
but it was a one-time event.

The next morning we awoke,
heads and bodies sore,
not sure where now to go.
You went back to him,
I lost two friends,
and that's the closest to love
I've ever come to know.

[bedeep]

Many thanks, Rivernotch, wonderful to connect.

Weeded, you did better than you know. Sure it's not your best and not perfect, but damn it does pack a punch!

[Weeded]

Thanks bedeep, I been enjoying everything you write btw,
mike

[Tiger the Lion]

On Everton Brow

On Everton Brow a tower stands
where once Prince Rupert led his bands;
a lock-up first, for drunks and thieves
turned symbol sewn on jersey sleeves—
my father’s monument, his land.
 
Too young and by his wife’s demands
he left his home and washed his hands
of every dream that he’d conceived
on Everton Brow.
 
And every year he’d make his plans—
a fortnight in the motherland—
a vain endeavour to retrieve
a boyish heart that once believed
both Prince and pauper take their stands
on Everton Brow.