Agreement, Nov PAD 8

an agreement poem

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When I’m about to wake up, my fluffy kitten comes

Hops on my bed, turns on her purring;

Coils at my feet, then quickly moves,

And coils in opposite direction.

She comes before my waking

To secretly caress me,

For fear not to spoil me.

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Beyond the roaring realms of sanity

A lesser god will rise to meet his fate

And trade conveniently with humanity

Most valued goods of flesh for pearls of faith.

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Metamorphosis, Nov PAD 5

a metamorphosis poem

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it is so weird to discover

(and then remember vaguely)

you were once a child

you dragged behind you mom

nagging or chirruping without

a thought about tomorrow

because “tomorrow never comes”


today you simply know

(by magic, you believe in virtuality)

you ARE the mom

and terrible tomorrows wait for you

to cease you credit-pay and lose your home.

Containment, Nov PAD 4

a containment poem

If

If winter traps us naked

into its frozen clutch,

The crispy tips of pines

will be as spikes

Defiling our flesh,

so blue,

so stiff,

so numb.


But if it tucks us gently

beneath its glowing shawl,

Those tips

will be the sparks

Refilling our joy,

of home,

of hearth,

of heart.

Not ready, Nov PAD 2

Write a “ready to start” poem.

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Freedom is…

“a matter of perspective” said a hero

And trotted on along his lonely road.

Close the door, Nov PAD 1

“closing the door” or “turning the page” poem

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The Day I Realised I Was Cured

Once you went away with that stupid smile

That I always loved and

With those cheap lies

That I always foolishly forgave

Wearing your old transparent flatteries

That suited every girl

That suited every time;

Once I saw you off and paid your trip

Again

As usual;

The next morning turned into a day

And then into a sleepy afternoon;

And then

I simply realised that I don’t need you

And I have no thought for you.

I was cured finally.

“closing the door” or “turning the page” poem

and so again I wait for muses

there is my Muse: here. and that is what I did to блесна – пред погледа, в сърцето й и пред света:

1. supremacy
2. the feeling or idea that one is superior to others
3. th flng r d tht n s sprr t thrs
4. thrust newspaper redhot flung thought
5. toss press icy thrown senseless
6. a soul frozen and opressed
7. my soul is frozen
opressed by senses void
tossed beneath my mind
8. supremacy of mind

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