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Déjà vu

Day thirty of NaPoWriMo. Finishing up a day late for the first time this year. Today’s prompt is to write about something that happens again and again.

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Feeling bored while sitting at home,

I browsed through the  TV channels.

A show that I’d seen years ago,

Caught my attention for a while.

Couple of hours later I saw,

The same show and the same episode,

Was airing again in a while.

I took a look at the schedule.

The schedule only had three shows,

Which repeated every three hours.

Most channels followed this pattern,

Even the tele-shopping ones.

Now I know why shows on the web,

Are more popular than TV.

Entire seasons are watched at once,

Instead of repeated reruns.

 

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Flame

Day twenty nine of NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge is to take a noun from your favorite poem and write about it. I took a word out of a poem written by my friend.

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The bringer of light,

Also gives us warmth.

The one technology,

That helped in the wild.

It lit up our nights,

Helped us in our fights.

Still vital for us.

The flame that burns bright.

It’s cooking our food,

And keeping us warm.

There’s a darker side,

When it burns brighter.

It becomes alive,

It takes in the air,

breathes out toxic fumes,

Consumes everything.

Kills thousands a year.

Ever present threat.

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The Lost Empire

Day twenty eight of NaPoWriMo. Two more days to go for poetry month. Today’s prompt was to write a Skeltonic verse.

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A decade ago,

When life was slow,

I gave a go,

At a game, you know.

For hours we played,

We’d send a raid,

Our enemies paid,

Teachers were dismayed.

History was fun,

As long as we won,

Our classes done,

We would run,

To kill someone,

Our virtual fun.

Those days are gone,

It’s set in stone,

Skills I hone,

Are for my phone.

 

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Parietal Lobe

Day twenty seven of NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge is to write about taste.

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It was a day when I had the feeling,

I should try to eat something new today.

I had tried most of the cuisines I could,

What was it that I’d had never before?

There’s something that I’d avoided before,

Maybe now is the time to go for it.

Taking a moment of deliberation,

Staring at it’s name in the menu card.

I watched it’s long journey to my table,

Sizing it up before getting a taste.

As it was on it’s way into my mouth,

I prepared for the new taste to hit me.

It wasn’t like anything I had tried,

The texture of butter, metallic taste,

It felt nutritious and filling to me.

Thoughts came to me while finishing the meal.

The new tastes registered in my own brain,

Produced by another animal brain,

Capable of registering taste itself,

Made it an experience, I can’t forget.

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Age of the Ancients

Day twenty six of NaPoWriMo is a challenge to write about an object from a far off perspective. I hope my poem makes sense to the reader in terms of the object and the perspective.

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After years of rigorous research,

Our scholars have uncovered secrets.

The strange object with the metal edge,

Has hidden in it secrets from past.

It has languages that we don’t speak,

There are beings that we haven’t yet seen.

It could be history or our future,

It speaks of prophecies yet to come.

It shows a time when trees come to life,

Humanoids as big as trees fight wars.

A race of people with pointy ears,

People in different sizes and shapes.

Surely such a time is yet to come,

Most of such beings have never been seen.

There’s an old man in a pointy hat,

Who appears to be our guiding light.

There’s also this ring that’s important,

It’s destruction alone can save us.

Let’s be wary of strange looking rings,

Let’s wait for our savior in white robes.

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Little Black Box

Day twenty five of NaPoWriMo challenged me to write about a small but meaningful space.

In my little cupboard right at the back,

There’s a tiny cardboard box that’s black.

Covered on top by transparent plastic,

You’d see too tiny plastic bags in it.


The two tiny bags are transparent too.

One contains plastic, the other one’s metal.

Both signify things of immense power.

Too much power that’s too good to be true.


Essentially evil, pursued by many,

To resist it’s power is a great feat.

It may seem to help you in times of need,

But the ring of power only serves one.


A powerful weapon, a life giving stone,

And a cloak of invisibility too.

Gifted by death itself to three brothers,

Put together make the deathly hallows.

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Animal Kingdom Returns

Day twenty four of NaPoWriMo challenges to write a poetry inspired by the marginalia on medieval manuscripts. 

Humans have ruled the planet for too long,

Changing it in everyway that seemed right,

The greed and recklessness was bound to cost,

As always, the price will have to be paid.


Agriculture was where we started off,

Modifying plants to be our food crops.

Claiming the land from all other life forms,

Establishing a total dominance.


Most of the danger has come from ourselves,

Something we create will most certainly,

Be responsible for our final doom,

It could be happening now, we just don’t know.


We have been trying our best to make this place,

More hazardous for our own survival.

We refuse to see the wrongs that we’ve done.

Our selfish greed puts us ahead of all.


Our opinions are now better than facts,

What’s more profitable seems to be right.

Critiques are met with personal attacks,

People in power can’t seem to be wrong.


As we head slowly to imminent doom,

Maybe the future is not all that bleak.

Life like all things must go through ups and downs,

Life will bounce back once humans are extinct.


Moss and shrubs will grow over the concrete,

Wild plants and trees will reclaim the farmlands.

Freeflowing water may change the landscape,

Climate will improve and life shall flourish.


Time will slowly erase all evidence,

Of a spicies that killed itself with greed.