Na/GloPoWriMo 2024 – 30b

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Prompt:
write a poem
in which the speaker is identified with, or compared to,
a character from myth or legend

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The Dragon and I

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In age old times
under bright green leaves
and fading sun
I played
on rays of golden shine
so innocent, not yet blossoming,
My soul pure and benign.

A dragon came
with force and fire
ready to eat it all
I would not live, not learn to fly
I wouldn’t live till fall.

But stories often turn the world
to understanding and to grace,
Frightened I was, a little one,
standing alone before the giant.
Gone was all my brave.

Instead of fleeing I stood up
looked straight into the dragon’s mouth
then formulated a call for help
turned west, north, east, and south

Help came from all corners of the wood:
faes, trolls, gnomes and lots known by the lore,
they saw the dragon and they saw me,
counted, and we were more!

The dragon, not afraid at all,
wanted to kill us soon,
We, creatures, gathered and said loud:
We’ll conquer him. Now start the tune!

The whisper commenced, from soft to loud,
all voices sounded strong.
I, the smallest, stood right there
and sang my silver song.

The dragon sniffed, stamping his feet,
he wanted to attack,
but a shiver went right through his spine
and the ground showed a large crack

I didn’t know what to do,
The crack got wider, wider yet,
It grew larger than the dragon was,
became an enormous threat.

Then in the middle of the highest tone
I looked him in the eye:
He imagined himself sitting on a throne
It rhymes, so don’t ask me why.

Completely lost in phantasies
the dragon stepped and fell.
His body and his dragon fire
went down and straight to hell.

The earth closed quick and clean,
We, creatures, cheered with joy!
We danced till dawn on a great foy,
The dragon was nevermore seen.

I thanked all who came on my call,
said: I’ll remember this well.
And when I’m grown up at every ball
this story I will tell.

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©Syl2024-2027

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Na/GloPoWriMo 2024 – 30a

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Prompt:
write a poem
in which the speaker is identified with, or compared to,
a character from myth or legend

This is border-prompt..Lol!
I was at the hospital and saw a lot of children play.
While I was waiting I wrote this.
As there was a request for a children’s story
Sorry: the prompt was not completely in my mind.

The next post will show the on prompt version.

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The Fairy and the Dragon

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In age old times
under bright green leaves
and fading sun
the fairy played
on rays of golden shine
so innocent, not yet blossoming,
her soul pure and benign

a dragon came
with force and fire
ready to eat it all
the fairy would not live, not learn to fly
she wouldn’t live till fall.

But stories often turn the world
to understanding and to grace,
Frightened she was, the little one,
standing alone before the giant
gone was all her brave.

Instead of fleeing she stood up
looked straight into the dragon’s mouth
then formulated a call for help
turned west, north, east, and south

Help came from all corners of the wood:
faes, trolls, gnomes and lots known by the lore,
they saw the dragon and the fae,
counted, and they were more!

The dragon, not afraid at all,
wanted to kill them soon,
The creatures gathered and said loud:
We’ll conquer him. Now start the tune!

The whisper commenced, from soft to loud,
all voices sounded strong.
The little fairy stood right there
and sang her silver song

The dragon sniffed, stamping his feet,
he wanted to attack,
but a shiver went right through his spine
and the ground showed a large crack

The little fairy didn’t know what to do,
The crack got wider, wider yet,
It grew larger than the dragon was,
became an enormous threat.

Then in the middle of the highest tone
she looked him in the eye:
He imagined himself sitting on a throne
It rhymes, so don’t ask me why.

Completely lost in phantasies
the dragon stepped and fell.
His body and his dragon fire
went down and straight to hell.

The earth closed quick and clean,
The creatures cheered with joy!
They danced till dawn on a great foy,
The dragon was nevermore seen.

The fairy thanked who came on her call,
said: I’ll remember this well.
And when she was grown up at every ball
this story she would tell.

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©Syl2024-2027

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Na/GloPoWriMo 2024 – 29

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Prompt:
Write a poem with the title of one of the 10 words mentioned in:
 Merriam-Webster  a list of ten words from Taylor Swift songs. 

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Clandestine

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They visited from the other side
in dark nights when the lanterns waned,
the rain dripped from the rooftops
and the drugsharks
swam with the breathgrasping ghosts
kick-searching in tenebrous alleys.

The deep rumbles
of clandestine love
reproducing
under the shallow viaduct

The spectres
of other lives
esuriently grasping
surreptitious mileage
spurning the spirits
desorbing from rotten walls
dwindling into the morning fog

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©Syl2024-2027

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Na/GloPoWriMo 2024 – 28c

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Prompt:
Write a sijo.
This is a traditional Korean verse form.
A sijo has three lines of 14-16 syllables.
The first line introduces the poem’s theme,
the second discusses it, and the third line,
which is divided into two sentences or clauses,
ends the poem – usually with some kind of twist or surprise.

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Warm then cold sijo

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The kitchen is silent. The freezer’s warm. The sun burning.

Something is wrong. I don’t know what. This is very concerning!

The switch turned. The buzzing sounds. Welcome cool temperatures today!

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©Syl2024-2027

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Na/GloPoWriMo 2024 – 28b

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Prompt:
Write a sijo.
This is a traditional Korean verse form.
A sijo has three lines of 14-16 syllables.
The first line introduces the poem’s theme,
the second discusses it, and the third line,
which is divided into two sentences or clauses,
ends the poem – usually with some kind of twist or surprise.

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Dancing Sijo

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She dances, inward concentration. Axis twirling, herself centered.

Lightness of veils around her, seem to hide fairy or gracious elf.

When movement stops, the fading breeze is her lonely farewell.

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©Syl2024-2027

©Image: Dexter Lim

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Na/GloPoWriMo 2024 – 28a

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Prompt:
Write a sijo.
This is a traditional Korean verse form.
A sijo has three lines of 14-16 syllables.
The first line introduces the poem’s theme,
the second discusses it, and the third line,
which is divided into two sentences or clauses,
ends the poem – usually with some kind of twist or surprise.

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Mouse and me

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I look close. ‘Where are you now? Tiny sweet mouse, little sweet mouse!’

I hear you, and you see me. Who will escape? Who will be free?

Without fuzz, spider moved fast, jumped quick on us, friends now, aghast.

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©Syl2024-2027

©Image: Alan Frijns

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Na/GloPoWriMo 2024 – 27b / W3 – #104

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Prompt:
write an “American sonnet”.

This is the second one for today.
(See the first one here )
Combined with the use of “folly:”
for W3.

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King’s Day 2024

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Writing, with coffee beside me,
in 14 lines, an american sonnet,
under a climate stricken sky
on King’s Day, a festive event,
that used to end
in happy sharing
of second hand toys
and for mom, used earrings
with a shimmer of gold.
The folly of memory.

It’s raining now, the flag gets wet,
son brought tompoezen,
and we’re wearing orange,
sing along with the national anthem.

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©Syl2022-2025

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Na/GloPoWriMo 2024 – 27

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Prompt:
write an “American sonnet”.

In combination with this week’s prompt
of the Feathered Poets.
Be welcome to join us.

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Syl’s Sonnet

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I am not a poet
of rules and regulations.
The law is for order
and not for the heart.
I just let my heart speak,
without confabulations.
I am a sentiments hoarder
and don’t serve a la carte.

But nevertheless, for Napowrimo, with a fuzzle
I dive, head first, into this puzzle.

All those clues were a chaos for me
but I wrote this sonnet, and still feel free.

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©Syl2024-2027

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Na/GloPoWriMo 2024 – 26

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Prompt:
write a poem that involves alliteration, consonance, and assonance. 
Alliteration is the repetition of a particular consonant sound
at the beginning of multiple words. 
Consonance is the repetition of consonant sounds elsewhere in multiple words,
and assonance is the repetition of vowel sounds.

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The Foxtrot

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The snittery, snottery, sneaky, sneakbies,
are growling graceless, grunting, greys
they’re hilarious: hiding, hibernating, and hibbing in Hibbing,
dancing quite foxy and fondly with foxhips a foxtrot
the way it was done by Vernon and Castle in the 1914 days.

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©Syl2024-2027

©Image: Kaludov

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Na/GloPoWriMo 2024 – 25

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Prompt:
write a poem based on the “Proust Questionnaire,”
a set of questions drawn from Victorian-era parlor games,
and adapted by modern interviewers.

Looks like the questions we answer each week
for the memes on our blog.

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Happy?

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Don’t ask:
are you happy?

You’ll either
get a dance in the parade
of gleaming glancing smiles
or a heavy bearing silence
that sounds
like a knock on a door
of an empty house
at night

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©Syl2024-2027

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