National Poetry Writing Month
2021
1. Submerged
2. To the Core
3. Naropa-dopa
4. Liminality & Eastern Skies
5. Verborrhea & Ground Down
6. White Magic
7. Shadorma Fib
8. The Charioteer
9. Floydian Limericks
10. Todo Listo
11. Imprecatory Verses
12. Prompt #12
13. News 13
14. Wahmyn Also Has Ideas
15. Cardboard Flats
16. Poetic Protocols
17. Mooncakes
18. Naming Wild Hippo
19. Rant #19
20. Sijo Elucidated
21. Martian Ladies
22. Sleepwear & Lines Composed
23. Bee’s Knees & Welsh Revival
24. Pair of Used Poems
25. Sixes and Sevens
26. Flower of Hermes
27. Lilo
28. Locust-eaten Lines
29. Great Scot!
30. Last Exit
National Poetry-writing Month has already blossomed and lost its petals.
Thanks to everyone who visited during April.

Last Exit: Gehenna
1) Be very broad-minded. Take the Broad Road.
(It is paved with good intentions and says Fool’s Gold, can’t miss it)
2) When you see the signs for salvation, declare loudly that you are tolerant and loving and that sin is an outmoded relic of patriarchal religion.
3) Follow the virtue-signals away from the true light towards your own sinful conceit.
4) Deny absolute truth when you get to Philosophy and take the exit toward Esthetics.
5) Stay on the path of least resistance. Celebrate ANYTHING except the God of Scripture.
6) When the road diverges, revile the nationalist R., along with tradition.
Hatefully label your fellow citizens as Racist Nazis until you merge onto Interfaith 666 at Hypocrisyville.
7) Turn repeatedly L. while flattering yourself that you are progressive and enlightened.
8) Follow the exact same agenda and antichrist values as that of trans-national corporations while telling yourself you are a bold free-thinker “resisting fascism”.
9) Follow the bumper-stickers of the tenured professor in front of you for 59 miles.
10) Your destination is on the Left, but there’s still time to change the road you’re on
(if the Led Zeppelin song ends and you see the people leaving church as reactionary rubes, you have gone too far.)
Approx. time to arrive in Hell = 1 lifetime
Alternate routes click HERE
FINAL PROMPT:
a poem in the form of a series of directions describing how a person should get to a particular place.
Great Scot !
Relighting Presbyterian roots,
God’s forest-fire convolutes…
contentious times burn heterodox.
The catholic cuckoos make their round—
strange fire and popery abound;
Deus Ex Machina winds the clocks.
Let all attend the holy skirl,
an armored tartaned highland whirl
escaping from God’s music box:
a blare of sixteenth-century pipes.
unleashes types on antitypes.
Pure Calvinistic grace unlocks
the portal’s gate—and, opening wide,
the frightened worldlings peer inside
beholding heaven’s equinox.
We chasten the imploding West
for Bloody Mary’s crimes confessed
(upon the Catholic queen a pox)
but praise the captain of the Kirk
for interplanetary work.
(His enterprising doctrine rocks.)

PROMPT 29: Imagine a window looking into a place or onto a particular scene.

