NaPM 8 April 2022

[RiverNotch]

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 a poem about "a great refusal"; what this means is up to you.

Form: Tercets, but the last stanza can vary. Meter and rhyme aren't strict.

Line Requirement: At least 7

[Semicircle]

Giles Corey


Reciting the bible backwards, at the end of a rope.
The crowd jeers at the notion, watching them hang from it,
as they reach and grope.

Any sane man could tell this is not god’s work;
Satan’s sisters have taken control,
in the courtroom, they lurk.

But I will not take a witch's bate,
between these two boards,
asking for more weight.

[CRNDLSM]

Some would say picky, she's eight.
It's the only thing she'll eat
She won't trust what's on my plate

Microwavable bacon
Microwavable noodles
Or fast food fries and chicken

That's any meal any day
It's been three years already

[Semicircle]

Some would say picky, she's eight.
It's the only thing she'll eat
She won't trust what's on my plate

Microwavable bacon
Microwavable noodles
Or fast food fries and chicken

That's any meal any day
It's been three years already

I relate to this'n because my sister is learning disabled.
She'll only eat spaghetti, sandwiches, and apples
and just a couple more snack foods.

We make her all sorts but she won't eat it,
so we always end up making her a sandwich in defeat.

[Tiger the Lion]

Some would say picky, she's eight.
It's the only thing she'll eat
She won't trust what's on my plate

Microwavable bacon
Microwavable noodles
Or fast food fries and chicken

That's any meal any day
It's been three years already

I relate to this'n because my sister is learning disabled.
She'll only eat spaghetti, sandwiches, and apples
and just a couple more snack foods.

We make her all sorts but she won't eat it,
so we always end up making her a sandwich in defeat.

Recently watched a documentary on food phobias. One guy had eaten nothing but Mac and Cheese for the past eight years.

[Semicircle]

Some would say picky, she's eight.
It's the only thing she'll eat
She won't trust what's on my plate

Microwavable bacon
Microwavable noodles
Or fast food fries and chicken

That's any meal any day
It's been three years already

I relate to this'n because my sister is learning disabled.
She'll only eat spaghetti, sandwiches, and apples
and just a couple more snack foods.

We make her all sorts but she won't eat it,
so we always end up making her a sandwich in defeat.

Recently watched a documentary on food phobias. One guy had eaten nothing but Mac and Cheese for the past eight years.

Tell me he at least put some tuna in it.

[Mark A Becker]

From his perch at the edge of the lawn,
I knew it wouldn’t be too long
before that familiar fox moved on.

Gentle drizzle turned into showers,
but he waited there for a couple hours,
beside the holly tree, and flowers.

Sensing movement down the hill,
his ears perked up, but he stayed still,
then ever so slowly crept in for the kill. 

As he moved in to pounce and grab it
I was surprised at how well he’d trapped it,
though not as surprised as that rabbit.

I’ve seen that fox in the yard before,
and watched the critters he’d ignore.
Now I know what he was waiting for.

[TranquillityBase]

It’s never Yes and No, but always
Yes or No, that sideswipes our soul
and leaves us desirous of more,

more than habit can quell
or peace fulfill, as traces of our journey
fade into dust and our footsteps

fall still inside the memory of stones
on a path we tread toward the last
of our yearnings and the great refusal.

[dukealien]

She Would Not Turn Away


He told his wife devoutly that
when word came “RUN!” they all must skat
without a backward glance–

but when Gomorrah’s brimstone came
she cast away life, love and name
for one forbidden chance

to see her city burnt to ash
and halted in her frantic dash
on feet no more to dance.

Lot’s wife’s refusal to escape
but, vengeful or heartbroken, gape
at God’s extravagance

denied its justice and her faith,
transfigured her to saline wraith
in everlasting trance.

[RiverNotch]

Y'all really goin all out on this prompt with actual rhyme schemes, dang xD Real nice
Well, excepting TqB, who evidently is a kindred spirit of mine xD

[Semicircle]

Y'all really goin all out on this prompt with actual rhyme schemes, dang xD Real nice
Well, excepting TqB, who evidently is a kindred spirit of mine xD

It's ok TqB, we don't think you're stupid,
we find you endearing.

[RiverNotch]

wait what i didn't imply TqB was stupid :|

---

or else we're both stupid, which is fine by me

[Semicircle]

wait what i didn't imply TqB was stupid :|

---

or else we're both stupid, which is fine by me

I'm just kiddin'

I maka dah spicy joke

[TranquillityBase]

wait what i didn't imply TqB was stupid :|

---

or else we're both stupid, which is fine by me

I'm just kiddin'

I maka dah spicy joke

No worries. 

[Video: https://youtu.be/DEabC9WzHck]

[Semicircle]

wait what i didn't imply TqB was stupid :|

---

or else we're both stupid, which is fine by me

I'm just kiddin'

I maka dah spicy joke

No worries. 

[Video: https://youtu.be/DEabC9WzHck]

Ah good, 
hey just between you and me TqB,
that Rivernotch is up to all sorts.

Do not fall to his false rhetoric
like so many have before.

[RiverNotch]

Il Gran Rifiuto


I, I: it always begins
with that stubborn letter.
One hopes it would end with you but, as it is,

one cannot know how it ends. All the better
to spend what little life we have
succumbing to that most feminine gesture,

the subtle nod -- the vita activa
summarized from before the counter
or in the dark alley behind the bar.

I will not have it! Let me flower
contemplative, entirely by my choice
bound to the quiet of the cloister

than to some corporate contract closed
by corporeal necessity,
laboring for the intoxicating rose
that rouses the soul from sleep.

[TranquillityBase]

Il Gran Rifiuto


I, I: it always begins
with that stubborn letter.
One hopes it would end with you but, as it is,

one cannot know how it ends. All the better
to spend what little life we have
succumbing to that most feminine gesture,

the subtle nod -- the vita activa
summarized from before the counter
or in the dark alley behind the bar.

I will not have it! Let me flower
contemplative, entirely by my choice
bound to the quiet of the cloister

than to some corporate contract closed
by corporeal necessity,
laboring for the intoxicating rose
that rouses the soul from sleep.

I read a bit about Celestine before I tried to write anything for your prompt.  Ended up going a different way, but I was eagerly awaiting your poem and I've not been disappointed.

[Tiger the Lion]

The ABC's of Unrequited Love   for Johnny Depp

attraction;
awkward advances
arrest
 
bereavement;
beer bottles
Bukowski
 
courage;
cuckolded carnivore
cucumber cool