NaPM 17 April 2022

[RiverNotch]

Happy Western Easter and second day of Passover!

Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.

Topic: Write about anything, so long as it's appropriate to the form!

Form: Anagram poem: at its strictest, each line is an anagram of every other line, but you can also just fill the poem with anagrams, or have an anagram or a series of anagrams be its focus.

Line Requirement: Any

[Magpie]

Anagrammatic Howl

I saw the best minds of my generation
magnified by white sonnet maestros
go east with masonry mined benefits.

Years of wont midnight absenteeism
to find geometry in a swish basement
and see tombs from within giant eyes.

Years of twisting beneath demonism
being sainted with masters of money
who train dementia systems of being.

Years of shitting between nomadism,
atheist boogeymen and swift miners
waiting for hymen moistened beasts.

Boys, men, women, the gratified saints,
night seamen, mystified boat owners
absent men, a fish, my winged tortoise.

Feathers, wings, moonbeams - identity,
shifty women debating monasteries,
with badges of "In my sonnets I'm a tree".

Twisted nights of mayonnaise ember,
with badges of "More means intensity..."
and sometimes "Soft biting anywhere."

Many nights of eastern womb deities,
demons bathing in some feisty water,
animated ghosts of wine bent misery.

Shifty men debating women as tories -
who test meanings in motifs by a deer
and bite monsters with foaming eyes.

Sweethearts of immensity and bingo
who informed amnesty beating sites
and wrote fine imagist hymns to bees.

[CRNDLSM]

Eleven plus two equals
Twelve plus one. And both
Phrases have thirteen letters.
But we don't need to know that.
Just useless information
As a cheap trick for math class.
I think therefore I am yet
I fear to think I'm here.

[TranquillityBase]

Mind rage of downy clinging!
Ah weeks! Fond tithe
nouns will legions err.

original:

Dreaming of dying clowns
He wakes to find
The sun will no longer rise

[Semicircle]

Dishrag


In reality,
my nueral pathways twist.
Anagram prison,
gone to hysteria.

In reality,
notions unfold.
Anagram prism,
twists in my fingers

In reality,
orating it,
notions twist.

[Magpie]

semicircle
is a
mice slicer

[busker]

Anagrammatic Howl

I saw the best minds of my generation
magnified by white sonnet maestros
go east with masonry mined benefits.

Years of wont midnight absenteeism
to find geometry in a swish basement
and see tombs from within giant eyes.

Years of twisting beneath demonism
being sainted with masters of money
who train dementia systems of being.

Years of shitting between nomadism,
atheist boogeymen and swift miners
waiting for hymen moistened beasts.

Boys, men, women, the gratified saints,
night seamen, mystified boat owners
absent men, a fish, my winged tortoise.

Feathers, wings, moonbeams - identity,
shifty women debating monasteries,
with badges of "In my sonnets I'm a tree".

Twisted nights of mayonnaise ember,
with badges of "More means intensity..."
and sometimes "Soft biting anywhere."

Many nights of eastern womb deities,
demons bathing in some feisty water,
animated ghosts of wine bent misery.

Shifty men debating women as tories -
who test meanings in motifs by a deer
and bite monsters with foaming eyes.

Sweethearts of immensity and bingo
who informed amnesty beating sites
and wrote fine imagist hymns to bees.

How?????
Did you use a computer program???

[Magpie]

Anagrammatic Howl

I saw the best minds of my generation
magnified by white sonnet maestros
go east with masonry mined benefits.

Years of wont midnight absenteeism
to find geometry in a swish basement
and see tombs from within giant eyes.

Years of twisting beneath demonism
being sainted with masters of money
who train dementia systems of being.

Years of shitting between nomadism,
atheist boogeymen and swift miners
waiting for hymen moistened beasts.

Boys, men, women, the gratified saints,
night seamen, mystified boat owners
absent men, a fish, my winged tortoise.

Feathers, wings, moonbeams - identity,
shifty women debating monasteries,
with badges of "In my sonnets I'm a tree".

Twisted nights of mayonnaise ember,
with badges of "More means intensity..."
and sometimes "Soft biting anywhere."

Many nights of eastern womb deities,
demons bathing in some feisty water,
animated ghosts of wine bent misery.

Shifty men debating women as tories -
who test meanings in motifs by a deer
and bite monsters with foaming eyes.

Sweethearts of immensity and bingo
who informed amnesty beating sites
and wrote fine imagist hymns to bees.

How?????
Did you use a computer program???

Yeah, did it years ago partly with a computer program and partly experiment and lots of amphetamine. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

[RiverNotch]

Rest not, nor stop.
Stars steer on; rote arts
tar no ports.

---

Anagrammatic Howl

I saw the best minds of my generation
magnified by white sonnet maestros
go east with masonry mined benefits.

Years of wont midnight absenteeism
to find geometry in a swish basement
and see tombs from within giant eyes.

Years of twisting beneath demonism
being sainted with masters of money
who train dementia systems of being.

Years of shitting between nomadism,
atheist boogeymen and swift miners
waiting for hymen moistened beasts.

Boys, men, women, the gratified saints,
night seamen, mystified boat owners
absent men, a fish, my winged tortoise.

Feathers, wings, moonbeams - identity,
shifty women debating monasteries,
with badges of "In my sonnets I'm a tree".

Twisted nights of mayonnaise ember,
with badges of "More means intensity..."
and sometimes "Soft biting anywhere."

Many nights of eastern womb deities,
demons bathing in some feisty water,
animated ghosts of wine bent misery.

Shifty men debating women as tories -
who test meanings in motifs by a deer
and bite monsters with foaming eyes.

Sweethearts of immensity and bingo
who informed amnesty beating sites
and wrote fine imagist hymns to bees.

How?????
Did you use a computer program???

Yeah, did it years ago partly with a computer program and partly experiment and lots of amphetamine. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

I knew it read familiar xD

[Semicircle]

semicircle
is a
mice slicer

I don't slice em
I swallow em' whole

btw, it seems you have come prepared for this.
Well played my friend.

[dukealien]

I’m Tetragramaton
Tim, otter anagram,
a smörgåsbord
broad’s örgåsm.

---

Sorry, I'm rubbish at this -

it's all words and sounds to me,
letters barely signify;

might as well be writing Chinese. 

[Magpie]

semicircle
is a
mice slicer

I don't slice em
I swallow em' whole

btw, it seems you have come prepared for this.
Well played my friend.

way aye man i've been waiting over two weeks now so i could copy and paste. 
I don't have spare sonnets about a feast but anagram and ekphrastic... damn right

btw 'mice slicer' is cool as fuck

[Semicircle]

semicircle
is a
mice slicer

I don't slice em
I swallow em' whole

btw, it seems you have come prepared for this.
Well played my friend.

way aye man i've been waiting over two weeks now so i could copy and paste. 
I don't have spare sonnets about a feast but anagram and ekphrastic... damn right

btw 'mice slicer' is cool as fuck

I'll ask my sociopath friends if they like it

wait I don't have any friends...

then that makes me the sociopath

'I like it'

---

I'll tell my friends about my cool new name

oh wait...

well, someone will hear it on the news anyhow

[Mark A Becker]

A red rain ooh, oohed in,
a heroin OD-- air done, ho.