NaPoWriMo Day 10 Results

The Crux

by T J Therien

Humanity stands at a crucial junction

In the roundhouse of the impending

To escape this nexus of dysfunction

The entire apple cart needs upending

Without cutting off the hand offending

We need to break free from this strangle-hold

Dispel the illusion of wealth and gold

Give up this addiction to self-extreme

It won’t be easy, if the truth be told

It will take much more than a viral meme

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NaPoWriMo Day 9 Results

Getting Old

by T J Therien

 

And so another morning breaks

Another day Time will whittle

Every joint in the body aches

There’s no reprise, no acquittal

The skin thins and bone grows brittle

Arteries clog, the breath shallows

On the slow march to the gallows

On the turning of dusty page

The sun sets on dusky hallows

Everyone must acquiesce to age

NaPoWriMo Day 8 Results

Dog Eat Dog

by T J Therien

 

Sinister capitalistic cabals

Have introduced their greatest creation

Socio-economic cannibals

Boiling down the human population

In the briny broth of exploitation

The caldron bubbles, they will eat you whole

The Devil cackles as you sell your soul

The consequence, greater than realized

Having crossed that bridge, having paid that toll

You’ve been indoctrinated and desensitized

NaPoWriMo Day 7 Results

Boris and Natasha

by T J Therien

 

If life was distilled in nursery rhyme

I would be the Boris to your Natasha

You would be my partner in life and crime

Playing house as Sultana and Pasha

After overthrowing Maharaja

Dancing to orchestrated arrangements

Attending extravagant engagements

Incognito in your wig and my toupee

Rocky and Bullwinkle are CIA agents

And Mickey Mouse works for the NSA

NaPoWriMo Day 6 Results

In Captivity

by T J Therien

 

Memories of majestic forests dense

Echoed in every fiber of being

Innately engrained instinctive sense

Caged and desperately in need of freeing

Predisposed for fighting and fleeing

Condemned to die in a concrete lair

Tethered to a pole, pacing here and there

A pitiful creature with worn thin fur

Removed from nature the circus bear

Exhibits abnormal behaviour

NaPoWriMo Day 5 Results

The Playground

by T J Therien

 

Do we build people up to tear them down?

Are we kids playing king of the castle?

Fighting over a paper-mâché crown

A game of liege lord, rascal and vassal

Engaged in subterfuge and feelings facile

Stepping on others to climb up the hill

When artifice does not ambition fulfill

We do whatever it takes to stay on top

In a corrupted version of Jack and Jill

And kindergarten games that never stop

NaPoWriMo Day 4 Results

A Different Kind of Zombie Apocalypse

by T J Therien

 

Under the influence of anesthesia

The psyche of society has grown numb

Suffering from collective amnesia

Reduced to a rudimentary sum

Destined for an undesirable outcome

Unplugged by an electronic tether

To a disconnected sense of together

Synapse misfires in the maladjusted mind

As it floats about in the digital aether

Of communal consciousness undefined

NaPoWriMo Day 3 Results

Vagabond

by T J Therien

 

A hitchhiker sits on the side of the road

Massaging the blisters on his feet

Lamenting the life he thought he was owed

As newspaper tumbleweeds blow down the street

Destined to litter gardens of concrete

Flotsam in the gutter that runs by the walk

Clogs up the sewer grate on the next block

Backed up, the sewage has nowhere to flow

Trying to find nutrient in chafe and stalk

There he sat in his stench with nowhere to go

NaPoWriMo Day 2 Results

Reverberations

by T J Therien

 

Reciting words with reverie

Suckling the teat of wet nurse

Among the rabble and revelry

The poet writes in uni-verse,

With sole ambition to immerse

The gentle reader in fluid feeling

That encourages cathartic healing,

Imaginative invention, idea profound

In the mind expanded without ceiling

And in the silence of the soul resound

NaPoWriMo Day 1 Results

The Pillar of Faith
by T J Therien

Trying to cipher purpose and meaning
From every experience, hurt and heartache
In each of life’s lessons gleaning
What can only be learned by mistake
What can only be taught when unlearned
It’s a colloquial paradox
In spite of all the knowledge earned
The keys held don’t fit the locks
The doors opened go no-where
The mind devolves into confusion
So to avoid nihilistic despair
We fabricate and foster an illusion