April: National Poetry Month

Mar30

I have participated in National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) since 2014. I usually work on drafts of poems during the year and post them during April. This year my poetic rationale has been transformed from that of previous years. For 2019 I plan to try to follow some of the prompts, though perhaps not all. I have a hard time putting poems out there that have not been obsessively worked on, so this year will be a change for me. I prefer structured rhymed verse to free verse, but I am going to attempt some less-structured writing this year. Here is my prefatory April poem from 2017:

Name that metaphor (half-assed boating)

Polish the brass on your life preserver

Wring out some meaning for dockside observer:

Moorings are tenuous; life is floating.

Plebeia Ovulation-Jones takes on Putin

Mar28

Ain’t no cracka-ass Russian gone touch MY shit growled Plebeia as she filed her rhinestone-studded fake fingernails to a deadly edge. She rolled her enormous seething mass to the edge of the sofa and glared, like a feral heifer, at the massive TV screen from which Vladimir P. beamed forth like an avatar of Orthodoxy.
Y’all betta shut yo’ punk-ass mouth, bitch howled Plebeia.
All y’all Russian girls so damn UGLY Ima hafta git me some SHADES so don’t hafta SEE dat nasty shit.

Plebeia then gathered her notes and prepared to present the accusations at the Russian collusion hearings.

(My homegirl be crushin’ the illusion
of Russian collusion.)

Saint Putin image by aegragru at Deviant Art

I Have Been Truthful and Consistent Limericks

Mar27

Jussie walks ! Money talked—and talked loud
To the Trump-hating race-hustle crowd;
And they break forth in cheers
As star Smollett appears
For their drama-queen makes them so proud.

For a moment Fake News became tense:
Jussie’s narrative made little sense.
There were lies told in spades,
But the incident fades;
Now it’s on to more current events.