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04-18-2021, 08:06 AM
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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.
NaPM April 18, 2021
Topic: create a concrete poem
Form: concrete
Line Requirement: any
Deadline
study debt
crushing amount of debts debt
School reading and homework, lots debt debt
isn't coffee and adderall debts
for pressure to There's always a need for trade. But
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Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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I D0 N0T LIKE THEM HERE 0R THERE. I D0 load green-blue Rearden Metal though. And ocean liners and rails that glisten. BUT NOT A FOX OR A MOUSE. She said, as if it will do for A FOX or A MOUSE. I cut the sky above them. A tribute to feeling free to not speak, until another and if you wish: THERE, I DO NOT LIKE THEM. In the flattered pleasure of this hour, Hank pointed at the stopped car. Dagny, what that metal can do! Dagny, to make twenty miles ON A TRAIN, NOT IN A TREE! I WOULD NOT acknowledge our own greatness, knowing the metal caught light out of steel and is twice as safe. A TRAIN! A TRAIN! A TRAIN! A MOUSE. I DO it. We know it. They DO NOT LIKE THEM now. Have you thought LIKE THEM ANYWHERE. I DO. Soon I turned back to A FOX. I will NOT be half the weight of A FOX. I WILL NOT EAT A CAR. I EAT practically nothing and lift the rails. When I think of the rails, the wire fences, made of Rearden Metal. It will weigh GREEN AND BLUE. I DO NOT BE ME, I DO NOT IN THE DARK! The first words she said in the car, in the crane: I DO NOT LIKE THEM, none of them. Metal that will cost, I WOULD NOT, ANYWHERE. I DO NOT LIKE rails, a locomotive, the distance. I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT, LIKE THEM HERE OR THERE OR ANYWHERE. I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT, YOU SEE. YOU MAY LIKE industrial siding, DAGNY-I-AM. I DO NOT, DO NOT. How fast is A MOUSE made of Rearden Metal? You can design a bridge, an overhead crane, a plant that will be bought IN A BOX. NOT IN A TREE. NOT for the air. You will be able to pay for A TREE! NOT A CAR! I'm going to order Diesels of Space. The metal was NOT LIKE trains. DO NOT LIKE THEM, HANK-I-AM. NOT ON A TRAIN! NOT IN A BOX. REARDEN-METAL-I-AM will do for motors, that is understood. WOULD YOU rail HERE OR track THERE. I WILL! WOULD YOU? COULD YOU? Make tests made of EGGS, a voice, and no modesty. This RAIN NOT IN THE DARK. NOT HANK NOT SAM not the Rio Norte track. Now? OR THERE? I WOULD NOT DO what she knew, a phenomenon LIKE THEM. HERE OR THERE, clouds, the dime store, a window. "Hank, this is great." I WOULD NOT move above the men moving cars. It is happening in the world today. You'll see the day of WOULD NOT EAT THEM IN A BOX. WOULD YOU work on a plane of a greenish-blue. The great chain is NOT LIKE THAT, DAGNY-I-AM! DO NOT an order complete, of Rearden Metal to eat! They stood in the chicken wire sun. NOT a trace of A TREE. He glanced at her. Your huge magnet held a load of EGGS YOU SEE. NOT A HOUSE. A BOX jerked in a brief spasm. A BOX WOULD NOT, COULD NOT BE LIKE THEM. I AM thinking of that DARK. WOULD YOU, COULD YOU, in majestic indifference LET ME BE! Dagny noticed, but said COULD YOU, IN THE DARK? I LIKE, WOULD YOU LIKE? She looked, watching silently, intently. LIKE WITH A MOUSE? She could distinguish the letters HANK. They stood watching IT. Rearden Metal? I AM long-haul, heavy-freight traffic. I AM the motors. WOULD YOU LIKE IT HERE IN A CAR! IN THE RAIN? I WOULD. We're lucky if we manage the rarest one: TO NOT EAT IT. I DO NOT is the most important thing. I DO NOT LIKE to do it, she said, moving across the sky. NOT A MOUSE. I DO NOT LIKE.
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Attuned
Descending
on an escalator
into the DC Metro
one afternoon, I heard
what sounded like a sullen
saxophone wailing in the gears.
And I very nearly knew the tune.
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This concrete is the first I've mixed; let's call it version A.
shed peace-
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where place
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aft- here not few
er- to a car-
noons eat: treat? toons.
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It's where we like to watch the birds, e.g. the coots and loons.
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Why do Target stores
which could make lots of money
legally selling guns and ammunition
to Americans instead refuse
to sell either one? Well, it’s like
this: there are people who cry and wail
about it even though it’s not illegal,
and it’s none of their business. To
keep from being targeted with that noise Target gives in
to a loud abusive minority instead. To keep loud
idiots from running their lives, too,
Americans need lots of guns
and ammunition.
 Non-practicing atheist
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IMAGO
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The ! ! kiss,
cocoon ! ! flighted
burst too ! ! over warm
soon, from ! ! bright skies
a leaf-hung {o} clinging to a
grip I slipped (o) sugar stealers
snatched as (o) drift. He found
an adult, wet (o) me drinking
winged on a V nectar with
blighted my gods
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
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I know this violates the spirit of NaPoMo, in that these concrete poems were made about 40 years ago, but I'm getting old and want to share my work:
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1...sp=sharing
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(04-19-2021, 10:19 PM)TranquillityBase Wrote: I know this violates the spirit of NaPoMo, in that these concrete poems were made about 40 years ago, but I'm getting old and want to share my work:
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1...sp=sharing
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