April 14th TSL NAPOWRIMO Prompt by Preeti S Manaktala The Day I met my Soul (first Draft of a poem by me)

 April 14th TSL NAPOWRIMO Prompt by

Preeti S Manaktala

The Day I met my Soul (first Draft)

Today I met my soul

It was Beckett's birthday

He unstapled it

But Dali unhinged it

Women had eyes for nipples

Which might sound quite cliché and lame

But some had butterflies between their legs

Which was simply insane

The day I met my soul

My first love had just ended

I took a calmative

Textes pour rien mended

The day I met my soul

I was not waiting for Godot

but for Hardy who was tardy

As to why the Mayor* was tragic

The day I met my soul

I found endless women

Nefertiti, Cleopatra

Marilyn Monroe, Liz Taylor

All in the neck of the woods

Watching the wings sprout on my back

The bloodstains looking to each like countries

Columbia and Spain, Yemen and Yucatan

It made them fall in love with me

And act like floozies, crazy!

The day I met my soul

My poetry started screaming

As if in ecstasy

People said he is dreaming

But songs through my head were streaming

Of the river of destiny

A million frogs were crossing

The scorpions on their backs were stinging

I felt it was the apocalypse

Fate and a flower's calyx

The day I met my soul

A clarinet was playing

I was kissing a lady's clavicle

She let me, it was maddening

To watch dew-drops on her upper lip

Taking the shape of a mustache

Patterns were forming in the chintz curtains

Of the house in which we were coupling

The windows were making music and playing

After I did it I started snoring

But she was adamantly braying

Of some place where it was raining

I never loved anyone

I told her while I was sleeping

But I slept with many

It made her so angry she brained me

I told her my soul is waiting

To take me to the periphery

Of all knowledge and knitting

Come trip with me, pretty sweeting

But she was feeling woozy

I wanted to tell her something

But my soul was stimming

It did not want company

Ill seen ill said, it muttered

Wortsward ho, it whispered

Beckett through me was speaking

The day I met my soul

*The novel by Thomas Hardy, not the character

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Poems by me for TSL NAPOWRIMO Prompts 12 and 13 given by Shalini Samuel and Meenakshi Mohan

 April 11th Prompt by

Shalini Samuel

for TSL's Napowrimo on Lovingly, I hate you

A girl I knew

She stole my poem

And posted it

As if hers to 'shew'

Lovingly, I hate you.

I thought

for thinking my poem good enow

to be 'stole'

but you are just a thief, asshat

and a bad one, at that!

When asked by someone

did you steal

she said no, never

They all believed her

or pretended to

as that is how it goes

out here.

They will, hatingly, not haltingly, love such fakes

as it was not their poem that got 'stole', the apes

But hearing this

and the acclaim she got

despite or for

her thieving ways

I changed my mind

Now hatingly, I hate her

and all such haters, and the hateful

No love need be lost on such people.

Napowrimo April 13 Prompt Rainbow given by Meenakshi Mohan

North is Violet, a flower

North West indigo, from which came ink

East of North Green, the parade of envy

East is Blue, and porn is too

South of East is Yellow, and fallow

South is Orange, fruit and colour

Sou'wester is a toofan of red

Black and White must be the pris(on)m of the West

A Rainbow of land and air

Undercover, without doubt, hangs fire.