I can’t believe it. I have finished the 30 poems in 30 days of April NaPoWriMo challenge. After a month of poetry I feel like I am on a roll with the daily writing , and I think that I am going to try to keep writing a poem a day for the rest of the year.
I wonder, do any of the rest of you that participated in the 2016 NaPoWriMo feel like 30 days was not enough, or are you relieved that it is over?
Detective Barnes lifted
Communion with the spirit.
He was a knock at the door.
He removed a paperback complex
Of The Supreme Power Guide
From his back pants pocket.
He cleared his throat and began,
“On the last day, the heavens opened
And a voice bulged beneath his coat.
I am the Lord thy God, the one God,
Only be a little dismissive of our claims….”
Reverend Barnes’s shaking view,
Just a compilation of religious platitudes,
The silken fabric that clung
To the ‘Cristian’ fortune cookies
That his father insisted open the top button
Of the woman’s blouse.
“Like any farfetched movie,
You may decide.”
Lefty lifted the book with massive mitts.
“The first bit on page one-fifty,”
The large man brought
A pair of reading glasses of disbelief.
“And faith, the ability to believe
Things which molested.
That seems to be coercion, and I mean
You don’t even need a license or logic
Beyond the comprehension of simpleminded.”
Barnes leaned slightly back and drew up,
For the sole purpose of his own existence,
And made the command,
These things would have likely said,
“You are obliged to accompany
Any cornerstone of religion be true.”
“Naught like these could only be heard
And understood by those deep out.
The own acts of creation
Could only reach mid-swing
In any of my services.”
He did not expect to find much force.
He lowered the camera to the crowd’s
Large caliber revolver knocking on the window.
“Any point to making all these questions?”
His gun of public was nothing.
Lefty scratched his head with the barrel.
At his command, all of
The elements trembled in his jacket.
“I just go back and write these
Stupid questions in the way.
We haven’t done anything to fail, right?”
Barnes echoed down
The highest mountain rhino or angry elephant.
“So, I take it you’re the brains here.”
Reverend Barnes adjusted the mike
And envisioned the deep polish
Attached to the supple fingertips
That led to these abnormal accommodations.
He’d usually say something gold
To be held up as leader, teacher,
And cleaner of the liquor store,
Or what have you…
Even back then, people dropped into my cell
To contain the light and the life of God
To shake the earth
With power detective.
That is, if God
Would get into a car
With a couple of armed crazies.
The earth was made
For the adjusted zoom lens
To inconvenience you by
Commandments that fall away.
Both open, two men in dark suits
Stood in the Holy Sepulcher.
Existence coincides out of his jacket pocket
And settled them burnt offerings,
Circumcision, prayer five times a day,
Back copies of Playboy, the top of my head,
Existence of things that don’t exist, can’t exist,
And states that you have to come with us.
But doesn’t it make sense that
God has been hounding me?
The pollution of the earth and the
Resulting catastrophes reveal
A slender cigarette held to her lips.
She let the smoke linger
Between the religious information.
She balanced feeble human mind
Neatly on the bridge of his nose.
Her long nails, bright red with being,
As if pulled by some unseen mark of man,
Did little to beautify a world,
The luscious red of her lips.
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Lefty, here, is just a little eager,
Eager like a sneeze.
Not a mortal sneeze
But a godly convulsion.
Or a human sneeze that comes out
As a tiny whoosh of gun.
He can take down a charging human
In terms of the sound
That escapes from the zoo.
There was no universe;
There was no God.
Out of the car,
Everything exploded Barnes.
He moved deliberately
And was the moment of creation.
He formed the heavens,
The earth, and everything
In the middle of a job.
Astrophysics has proven that,
Haven’t they?
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