Tag Archives: NaPoWriMo

  1. Poem: “Seven Sinners Prayer”

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    April 29 by The Running Son

    Seven Sinners Prayer   one. I look far, but I cannot see you, o light of the world!. “He who …
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  2. Poem: The “GO” Gene

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    April 28 by The Running Son

    Paso Un Circo - A Circus Went By and I Went With It by Wain Jordan

    The “GO” Gene   hedonistic sunny misfit god in a pocket spiritual ballistic moon is blue cheese soothing new dreams …
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  3. Poem: Global Picnic – by Jim Aldrich |

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    April 27 by The Running Son

    Global Picnic   Goodbye to the past; we lie in the grass. Poisoning the pasture like it’s been gassed. Hallowing …
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  4. Poem: Click here to like “Bombs” – by Jim Aldrich |

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    April 27 by The Running Son

      Click here to like “Bombs”   Got IEDs on order. Where is the de-corer? You dropped out of the …
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  5. Poem: “The ragings of st Paul” – by Jim Aldrich

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    April 26 by The Running Son

    The Ragings of St Paul There’s no money or profit in anger. Walls have studs. It don’t take a seer …
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  6. Poem: The alchemy of Light – by Jim Aldrich |

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    April 26 by The Running Son

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    The alchemy of Light Tonight, a shimmering silver has come down, a sliver of heaven, in my curtains, over the …
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  7. Poem: Damn, girl! – by Jim Aldrich |

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    April 26 by The Running Son

    Damn, girl!   She holds a gun, loaded with ire aimed straight at my soft parts, her sour apples spoiling …
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  8. Poem: Office visit – by Jim Aldrich |

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    April 26 by The Running Son

    Office Visit   Boy, get up on that sofa there tell me your dreams, I’m listening. The world is cruel, …
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  9. Poem: The short happy life of a dopey occultist – by Jim Aldrich |

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    April 25 by The Running Son

      ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ • The short happy life of a dopey occultist • ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ   We are insiders, two secrets locked …
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  10. Poem: Primal – by Jim Aldrich |

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    April 22 by The Running Son

    Primal If I ever met Jesus I’d body-check Him. If I saw the Apostle Paul I’d map every detail; the …
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  11. Poem: The Passion – by Jim Aldrich |

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    April 20 by The Running Son

    el pequeño chaman-The Little

    the passion   thorns in his hair, born of despair torn from his home, lord of the air looks to …
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  12. Poem: A kiss to send me off – by Jim Aldrich |

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    April 20 by The Running Son

    If I Was Yours

      A kiss to send me off   One kiss can whisk me through your portal, and there I’ll orally …
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  13. Poem: Stasis – by Jim Aldrich |

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    April 19 by The Running Son

    adonde vivía yo-Where I Used to Live

    The other side of Stasis Without time, we might as well be stoned, or stone blind. Hell, you could be …
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  14. Poem: Castles – by Jim Aldrich |

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    April 19 by The Running Son

    Skater's Wet Dream

    Castles   With one hand I comb the sand then suddenly, two feet! The sandman we now stand on, but …
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  15. Poem: Moonsong – by Jim Aldrich |

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    April 19 by The Running Son

    Excuse my Oexcuse_my_o_by_aztlanwayne-d4wzy53

    Moonsong Love is a law that doesn’t end at death. I jest– God knows best. But no secret’s better kept. …
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  16. Poem: Darker shade of red – by Jim Aldrich |

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    April 17 by The Running Son

    Back Alley by atzlanwayne

    Darker shade of red The source of cruelty is passion. Cash in on global war. Lash out, “she was a …
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  17. A third poem from this weekend.

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    April 16 by The Running Son

    Sleeper I know I saw snow in that wardrobe. Saw the mirrored face of God, it was cold though. I …
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  18. Joshua Tree in bloom, a jacked-up weekend, and the first 2 poems in 15 years

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    April 14 by The Running Son

    Caffeine You all head to bed, bed-headed, head-boarded up in dreams. I’m heady and bored. It seems like I’m stuck …
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