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National Poetry Month Day 22: Earth Day #NaPoWriMo

A poem for Earth Day and Day 22 of National Poetry Month.



The Vanishing Earth

Feel the squish, squishof wet beach sandbeneath bare feetthe smooth slimeof mud puddlesin the rain
Inhale the scentof the forestafter a thunderstormthe first flowerof spring
Experience nature
before it vanishes under asphalt

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National Poetry Month Day 21: Forbidden Passion #NaPoWriMo

It's short and sweet for Day 21 of National Poetry Month...





~Forbidden Passion~

beneath the sunshinewe swelter, palpable heatour hands secretly entwined


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National Poetry Month Day 20: Love Insanity #NaPoWriMo

Today's poem, for this Day 20 of National Poetry Day, hearkens towards broken hearts and madmen...



Love or Insanity?
Love insanityLove banality?Banality baitBanality—wait Wait for loveWait in vain?Vain endeavoursVain foreverForever searchingForever lostLost loveLost your mindMind your heartMind your wordsWords of loveWords of hateHate betrayalHate being lonelyLonely lifeLonely angerAnger buildingAnger spillingSpilling overSpilling outOut with heartacheOut and aboutAbout youAbout reprisalReprisal walkingReprisal stalkingStalking the exStalking complexComplex feelingsComplex thoughtsThoughts blackThoughts insanity?Insanity maybeInsanity swirlingSwirling aroundSwirling brainBrain clickingBrain tickingTicking clockTicking offOff to seeOff limitsLimits and hurtsLimits in love LoveHurts

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National Poetry Month Day 19: The Lizard King #NaPoWriMo

Today's poem (on this Day 19 of National Poetry Month) is less of an original work, than a reworking on an older poem (first published in my book Tears of Poetry). I hope you enjoy this second take on Jim Morrison...



The Lizard King

Dark Rider of the Storm.nighthawk above the streetlights
The poet with a voice,husky and sensual.Bleeding that lingering cadenceacross the stratosphere
Showman, Ringmasterto the screaming crowd.Bring them into mind evolutionRevolution
You struck the fuse,dictates of the muse,and traversed the pyreof your soul.

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Original version published in Tears of Poetry© A. F. Stewart 2007 All Rights Reserved 

National Poetry Month Day 18: Languishing in London #NaPoWriMo

I'm going international again, on this Day 18 of National Poetry Month...



Languishing in London
Pitter-patter comes the rainacross the river ThamesThe double-decker honks its horn
To the pub and back againSometimes I want to screamPitter-patter comes the rain
Never much, on the tellyI wish that I could soaracross the river Thames
My grey skies, my grey lifeI step out into the streetThe double-decker honks its horn

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National Poetry Month Day 17: No Preconceptions #NaPoWriMo

Some introspection today, on this Day 17 of National Poetry Month.



No Preconceptions
My dollies rarely dined at teathey played castaways lost at seaWhile I dreamedof bulletproof braceletsand a Dark Knight’s cape
I loved dancing ballerinas and the wild, wild west,sci-fi, spies, and mysteries,but superheroes the best
Girls aren't cookie cutterwomen aren't toysWe have hopes and sorrowideas and joys
Our power comesfrom a single placethe human heart,maybe edged in lace

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National Poetry Month Day 16: Last Chance #NaPoWriMo

I'm back on the dark side today with the poem for National Poetry Month, Day 16...



Last Chance
The thrash of angel wings grows nearCan you hear, can you hear?Your coursing heart, the beat yet strumsBut death it comes, your death it comes
The angels beckon, they gather highStill you lie, still you lieYour final chance, will you confess? Or shall my knife be your last caress?

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National Poetry Month Day 15: The Last Train #NaPoWriMo

The lonely whistle is blowing for this National Poetry Month, Day 15 poem...




The Last Train
The train whistle soundssounds its haunting echo acrossacross the station and timetime to leave behind your loss
Standing on the platform, knowingknowing your unseen baggage—pain pain that travels the journey with youYou still board the last, outgoing train

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National Poetry Month Day 14: Reciting by Moonlight #NaPoWriMo

It's off to Paris for today's poem, on this Day 14 of National Poetry Month:



Reciting by Moonlight
Quietly sitting in a Parisian cafébeneath the night of a silver moonnot far from the Champs-Élysées
A peaceful, tranquil end of dayunder starlit shafts from la Lunequietly sitting in a Parisian café
Strains of Tennyson drift my wayas I stir espresso with a spoonnot far from the Champs-Élysées
Strong words, the voice holds swaythe impromptu recital, such a boonquietly sitting in a Parisian café
I close my eyes, all cares awayin poetry immersed, ears attune not far from the Champs-Élysées
A perfect night, coffee, a beignetBut alas this will end, far too soonQuietly sitting in a Parisian cafénot far from the Champs-Élysées

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National Poetry Month Day 13: The Perfume of Grapes #NaPoWriMo

I've decanted my poem for Day 13 of National Poetry Month...



The Perfume of Grapes
Plump, on the vineThe sweet purple, nectar bouquet Plump, on the vineHanging low, ready for the wineBordeaux, Merlot, or Cabernetawaits the harvest, that buffet Plump, on the vine

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