April Poem 30: NaPoWriMo

Can you have Ron Jeremy

Wolfe’s statue in your life?

He was your bold blood

As thick as the ideological similarities.

 

Typical scholar legalized the higher numbers.

Bring the class back.

Follow everything.

 

An ancient work being grazed from literature.

Tacos roam from discussion.

Mayo on top of dead reasoning.

Accidentally discharged on my left hand.

Cat practicing the think of dreams.

The bell is Mexican because of a curse.

 

She can teach many.

April Poem 29: NaPoWriMo

 

 

The corridors rode slightly back

 

And drew up. Finally,

 

Coffee table again. The smell

 

Related to taxation.

 

Strategy teaches and keeps.

 

Sculpt the dichotomy.

 

 

 

Strategies of beer companies’ Frankish doctor.

 

The symbolic story extends

 

Dick in hand from behind the bar.

 

41 authors reflected what is the purest form of together.

 

April Poem 28: NaPoWriMo

Tennyson’s poem states questions aren’t questions,

Only services.

Calling town the streetwise dupes.

The scrawlings of the bored exploited.

 

Walsh states its name.

Envisioned the deep,

The stone.

 

The poor workers

Having seen glimpses of the grains

Of barley and rye

Of the poor farmers.

 

One dollar girds the increase cooler below.

And at the door stanza

Behavior communicated beyond specialty and field.

The one stanza leaned power.

29 reverends of Camelot towered large caliber actions.

Though the road runs lowered to the camera,

He, the customers, include the name of the city.

 

April Poem 27: NaPoWriMo

If the cornerstone happened

Inviting nature of gold to the communicator,

The bed with all the pillows and the sun

Would begin to peek through

The lace curtains that just happened.

 

I was in a twilight world between

The dying faces of the crowd.

I could conceive other four senses.

 

Because of the after.

Because all is from care.

I tried to keep his son

From glancing up from the paper,

Taking his eyes from the making of a mess.

April Poem 26: NaPoWriMo

Ned heard of pouch.

The rock in the coffee.

Stone differs drastically.

The edge in its simplest.

Subtle form of style.

Feelings of the strings.

Bellow of until.

The store music led.

 

Hopelessness echoing laughter.

Where both he noticed.

Intended stupid was.

The how plays bow.

Most hunter places.

She gave him a good.

Sling he leans.

Steady, himself theme. 

 

He grasps at disconnection.

VW and speed meshed launch.

Force needed to the edge.

The size of allowed energy.

Table spins it at the end.

Sound effects for the most.

Perfectly plays target.

Hard kick to homeless.

April Poem 25: NaPoWriMo

 

Film making takes information like flowery script

 

To symbolize camera leaning cobwebs.

 

Postponement from the day pins hands

 

Played by reason that they can the wall doodles.

 

The white fancy looping of cherries

 

That look like the Haitian people.

 

Swarm squiggles over a crumpled audience

 

About the cultural witchdoctor.

 

The group of cursive has turned into an island.

 

April Poem 23: NaPoWriMo

These things is machine.

Skeleton characters at strewn garbage they left

Removed from the Haitian scratch

Carpet mummy’s revenge.

The bleu that have any extended group of people mourning.

 

White zombie effort problems.

Foresight black, green, and brown.

Of stain, old screen.

Carriage, driver, and their time.

 

And both of the people disembodied.

Their nicknames from the mop of names:

Neil and Madeline serving handle. Black characters,

Years of patina leaning against a people.

 

Passages have come to the island of remnants.

Blender mop, white,

Used in very few places.

Handle leaned zombie,

Afford these the way.

The white actors in black face

By things is machine.