9.5/30 - Melancholy in the Interim

9.5/30 from napowrimo.net :

"And now, our (optional) prompt. Today’s prompt was suggested by Bruce Niedt. Here’s Bruce’s explanation: take any random song play list (from your iPod, CD player, favorite radio station, Pandora or Spotify , etc.) and use the next five song titles on that randomized list in a poem.

Happy writing!"

Melancholy in the Interim

Daaam, 

screaming 

why 

you 

couldn't 

do the right thing?

I've always 

been here for you

through 

the times 

when your sorrows 

painted 

the skies 

blue

When 

you 

were 

so caught up 

in your dreams, 

your 

rapid eye movement 

drew up plans 

for your next

scheme

Never realizing 

that you 

weren't trapped

in a tunnel 

subversively stuck 

underground

You 

only needed 

for your thoughts 

to wind down

A relief 

just to bring 

back 

your 

peace of mind

Wanting 

subconsciously 

to hear the roar 

when the people cheer

Yet 

your ears 

were too clogged 

with the negatives 

of 

your imagination

Sadly, 

standing here 

above the ground 

where 

you're 

now 

interned

I wish 

you 

would have 

held on 

a little longer

Instead 

you 

gave up, 

couldn't wait 

until 

it was 

your 

time 

to shine

There's now no next time...

13/30 - A friend

13/30

I wanted to write a song for you
But I didn't know where to begin
I reached into my memory bank
The first thought was friend

Since the days in junior high
I can't remember a time you weren't by my side
Through thick and thin
Ups and downs
You were always there to turn my frown upside down

We'd often laugh at the silliest of things
When I would forget the lyrics
You always remembered the words to sing

When I was down and out
I turned to you without doubt
You'd provide the comforting words
Or unleash your wisdom
Or lend me your courage

People are placed in your life path for a reason
Often traveling in different directions
I'm glad that our lives met at the perfect intersection
Although we may not always agree
Finding a friend in you was a plan that was meant to be

12/30 - Why The Wind?

from napowrimo.net Day 12 of National Poetry Month, write a 'replacement' poem in which you choose a noun and an intangible item.

Noun = music 
Intangible = (the) wind

I found this article about music at The Economist (http://www.economist.com/node/12795510)

Why The Wind?

If the WIND be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it. 

And if not? Well, what exactly is it for?

WIND is a big part of the economy. 

Bring the WIND to the living rooms and picnic tables.

Today, people are so surrounded by other people's WIND that they take it for granted.

Other appetites, too, have been sated even to excess by the WIND.

What appetite drives the proliferation of the WIND to the point where the average American teenager spends 1½-2½ hours a day—an eighth of his waking life—listening to it?"

An idea that is widely touted is that the WIND binds groups of people together. 

The WIND is a cross between an accident and an invention. 

"It is an accident because it is the consequence of abilities that evolved for other purposes. And it is an invention because, having thus come into existence, people have bent it to their will and made something they like from it."

10/30

10/30 'advertisement poem'

Prompt from napowrimo.net:

" Today, I challenge you to write your own advertisement-poem. You don’t need to advertise Burma-Shave. Any product (or idea) will do. Perhaps you could write a poem advertising poetry? It certainly could use the publicity!"

Sun, Get Some

Inner-g getting low?

Don't jump out da win-dow

Just let your Soul glow

Sit back, ⌚ the blues go

Sun, get that in your life

Take a step outside

Spread your arms wide and lift your head up to the sky

Let the rays warm ya insides

Sun, ya need it to survive

Makes vitamin D come alive

Available most days

Even more plenty-full in the Spring and Summer times

Doesn't even cost a dime

Just a likkle me time

9/30

I threw my hands in the air
Crying out to the Most High in despair
Here my cries Great Universe
Know that life here on Earth
Hurts for most
We struggle
Strive
Care for those who could care less
The weight of this burden
Truly a heavy load
Guide my spirit ancestors
So I may trudge this uneven road
Too often we think we know the answers
Then something hits us and 
You find yourself returning
To from that which you came
Purposefully put here to endure
God is counting on you
To make it through
When you feel down and out
Yell Out
To the sky and speak your peace
Sing your praises
Let the tears fall as they cleanse
And heal

The universe hears all
It's the air we breath
It surrounds us
It blankets us in comfort
I throw my hands in the air
Holler if you hear hear me
Do you care
A chorus of thanks I share

8/30

8/30

Save for work
and a handful that care
Life on earth
seems rather bare

Alone in a room
filled with many
Life in this society
still seems empty

We pass one and others
on crowded streets
Daring not to speak
or allowing eyes to meet

Although, in tight knit circles
  revolves the clique
Life in native groups
still at times, doesn't stick

Semblances of closeness
often tricks of illusion
We project inner emotions
on things and beings without
true devotion

5/30

all to often
we seek peace in
lighter things

weighting oneself down
with their trivial things

peace is not to be
sought outside

where your heaviest light lies
is within the heart
residing deep down inside

4.5/30 Ode to Millennialism (lune)

There's a disconnect
I'm not feeling the level
  of respect deserved

As your parent
you're supposed to listen, obey
  heed my words

Left to your
individual growth and learning, while
  doing, you diverted

Seems you like
to listen and do more
  as your friends

They didn't raise
  you. Played no part in
   feeding, clothing, sheltering

Still you feel
  entitled. To what I ask?
Show me work.

Explain your accomplishments
Make me understand your plight
Where's your insight?

Sure technology makes
  it easier. Work still has
   to be done

Don't let social
  networking, reality TV, rap videos
   steer you wrong

I realize we're
  generationally different, maybe
  even polar opposites

Doesn't mean everything
  changes just to benefit your
   way of thinking

Work is work
It must be done, if
  you want more

Do better, be
  better should be the goal
You're just starting

That's why I
  do not understand why you're
   departing, not listening

Education is a
  must. Build the knowledge you
   need to make it

This world is
  harsh. It's all a competition
   you can win

Still there is
  the work with more effort
   than you realized

It's not easy
  when I give you advice
   not to please me

To give you
  the lessons I learned the
    the hard way

Do not be
  dismayed. Just because it looks
  difficult. It really is

That's the whole
  point of raising you, to
   guide and nurture

I am trying
  to prepare you for the
    future. Get it?

So again I
  ask? What makes you so
   entitled? Thought not.

©2014 Sharbi3

4/30 - Lune

4/30

From NaPoWriMo.net - "Today’s optional prompt is to write a lune. A lune is a sort of English-language variation on the haiku, meant to better render the tone of the Japanese haiku than the standard 5-7-5 format we all learned (and maybe loved) in elementary school. There are a couple of variants on the lune form, but just to keep things simple, let’s try the version developed by Jack Collum. His version of the lune involves a three-line stanza. The first line has three words. The second line has five, and the third line has three. You can write a poem that consists of just one stanza, or link many lune-stanzas together into a unified poem. Happy writing!"

Many black folk
think, we're not worthy of
Greatness, yet are.

Love's splendor is
often languished by one's wanting
Something other than.

©2014 Sharbi3

2/30 Cycle 360° Love/Hate

2/30

Cycle 360° Love/Hate

Don't you muthafuggin' TOUCH me!

Do NOT even raise your your hand
  to caress my swollen face
  in your weak attempt to console me.

Even as tears fall in streams
  Making puddles at my feet.

Swear you'll leave me
   to bandage my wounds.

Heal my broken heart.

I can stop the bleeding on my own, just apply pressure you say.

The strength of your blows was more than I could stand.

The vitriol of your words cut deeper than any physical abrasion.

I know you hate me.

Don't you muthafuggin' TOUCH me!

Do NOT even move a leg to escape me.

This whirlwind of sensation
  I want to bask in it.

Never forgetting this moment.

We were always meant.

You touched my soul with that last stroke.

Made me feel like I was floating in transcendence.

My heart exploded with pure elation
   when we peaked together.

The passion in your voice as you said my name
  took me higher.

Deepening the chasm of our bond.

I know you love me.

©2014 Sharbi3

NaPoWriMo 2014

3/30 Untitled

My daughter, a teenager now, said she didn't want me to ask about her. She said I was being a helicopter mom. I didn't realize that my caring and desire to be a concerned parent was such a bad thing. I always wanted to give my youth their own space to grow but still be there to nurture, guide and support them. So I didn't really know how to take what my daughter said. She is the youngest of my three. They grow up so fast.

I wrote my 3/30 with this on my mind. It's untitled. I hope it makes sense. There's no guide on how to parent. It's more than watering seeds. I'm not a perfect parent, no parent is. Most just want better for there children, that's my true desire.

3/30

Just as water seeps into the ground
Sun warming earth
Creating an environment so profound
A seedling touched
new life proceeds

Watching my belly grow
Never did I foresee
parenting in me
I remembered how it was
For me
Growing up
I wanted something different
Not be the same as my parents
Where would I start?

Feeling your movement
My blood pulsing through your veins
Filling my soul with joy as I realized
That God had chosen me
Paired me with a new soul

All I thought was what would I do?
How could I ever prepare myself for this kind of new.
Then I saw your face and when you opened your eyes
It was mine that you met for the first time.
To conceive is a natural progression
Just like learning, growing and rising to meet the sun.

My star was born
Sprung from my universe
I didn't know and often wondered how far my light would shine
But as I watched you grow
All the unknowns were not filled with fear
An innate feeling, just like a flower that grows not knowing if it will bloom
I felt it, I knew it
Because all I see
is me in you.

1/30 Mira Lo Que Hace

1/30  -  Mira Lo Que Hace

If I see something I want
... I hesitate.
I ask myself
... Do I need it?
(It sure looks good)
... Is it tangible?
(Can I put my hands on it?)
... Is it the right fit?
(Maybe it's too big or too small or one size fits all.)
I start thinking about
... All of the possibilities.
Not even worrying about the realities.
Am I ready?
Do I really want to go in that direction?
What if the reaction is not what I expected?
Am I too caught up in my own expectations?
What if my hesitation
... Is my defense mechanism?
My way if avoiding
... Rejection
... Disappointment
... Irrational thought in the spur of the moment

So
I just browse
Dream
Wishing
(That what I wanted, wanted me too)
Don't you dare leap, before you look
If I didn't
I just might jump.

© 2014 Sharbi3

1.5/30 Point of View

1.5/30 Point of View

brilliant sun
sets over western horizon
Eerily night prepares
to cover us
in its blanket of darkness
Darkness is tempered by moonlight
Starlight twinkles dim
With approaching rise
In eastern sky
brilliant sun radiants
darkness
Lighting
day

1/30 Acrostic

1/30 Acrostic

A - a willingness to
P - perform words spoken
R - remembering cadence
I - intonation
L - lyricism and length

I - I never got the hang of
S - speak singing

N - naturally the written word
A - appeased my sensibilities
T - trying to effectively exude what
I - inspired me to annotate on paper
O - obsessing over just the right
N - narrative, being able to
A - allegorize the ink scented words to
L - lively, linguistic lullaby's

P - performing hasn't been my forte
O - opining my moods for
E - everyone to see, as I spill my guts emotionally
T - trying to synthesize
R - reading, hearing, seeing and feeling and sometimes
Y - yelling to the sky a silent prayer

M - maybe one day I'll
O - open my mouth to speak my words
N - noting that in my voice
T - there lies my emotion
H - hiding instead behind these words, unspoken