NaPoWriMo: Day Twenty-one


I have the power –
an ostentiferous look.
Monster from the deep
rises to the occasion:
A wondrous sight to behold!


Inspired by the daily word on my calendar at work: Ostentate


NaPoWriMo: Day Eighteen


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Why did you have to take my mind
Lock me up, throw away the key
To ease your insecurity
Create all kinds of insanity

Why did you have to take my body
Leave me nursing open wounds
Covering up the blacks and blues
Realise, there was only you

Why did you have to open my eyes
When my ignorance was bliss
I couldn’t hear the evil hiss
Until I felt your fatal kiss

Why did you have to adore my soul
Put me on your pedestal
The only thing I did was fall
When I reached out to grab it all

Why did you have to project yourself
Say it was for me when it was for you
Thought that I could not see through
The lies you told; the secrets, too

For men I’ve loved, who’ve gone before
And those who are, and who will be
The one who taught my eyes to see
The one who gave me words to speak
The one who showed me how to think
The one who shared his love of drink
The one who calmed my restless heart
The one who made my life his art

I think of you all, one by one
My flock of men; birds of a feather
Six individual entities on their own
Making one whole, when we come together

The NaPoWriMo Tanka

Five men of my world
Challenges on a lifepath
Learned great lessons
I extend my gratitude
Without you, I would not be

NaPoWriMo: Day Seventeen

What’s that coming over the hill?

I see his words everywhere
But not in my space
He’d rather be somewhere
There’s a prettier face

He picks them all carefully
And each gets one week
When he’ll comment each day
And offer his tweak

With his humorous comments
And winks of his eye
He reels them all in
And I watch, and I sigh

And just when they think
They are specially chosen
He drops them like hot cakes
His words become frozen

I know he means well
And that he’s with me now
But when they call him ‘Master’
And deeply they bow

I can’t help but feel
That he’s leading them on
That they take him to heart
With his line and his song

Does it bother me?
Yes. Just a few days each month
When my hormones are raging
And I’ve got the hump

Like today. Which is why
I am writing this ode
To dispel all the feelings
I need to offload

I am woman, and I am
Entitled to roar
Like a tigress on heat
When she needs to get more

And if I’m correct
And he misses my site
He’ll be none the wiser
To my green-eyed plight

But if I am wrong
And he reads this right through
“I love you, my darling
My sweet, Babaloo.”

He wouldn’t be him
If he didn’t support
Those who need guidance
With what they have wrote

And if they misread him
That’s no fault of his
There’s no need to worry
He thinks I’m the biz!

End this with tanka
My choice for NaPoWriMo
We’re compatible
Except I show my feelings
And he keeps his off the page