NaPoWriMo – Day 9

Each day for the month of April, the Cedar Bark Poets are writing a poem a day in celebration of NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing month. Poems are posted here daily. Let Katheren know if you would like to participate!

“And now, for our prompt (optional, as always). This one sounds simple, but it can be pretty difficult. Today, I challenge you to write a poem that includes a line that you’re afraid to write. This might be because it expresses something very personal that makes you uncomfortable – either because of its content (“I always hated grandma”), or because it seems too emotional or ugly or strange (“I love you so much I would eat a cockroach for you”). Or even because it sounds too boring or expected (“You know what? I like cooking noodles and going to bed at 7 p.m.”). But it should be something that you’re genuinely a little scared to say. Happy (or if not happy, brave) writing!”

Poised for Depends

I need to rant
I pee my pants!
Not always at the best of times
Ode to urine in this rhyme

Physically, I am not tough
Of bladder muscles
I’ve not enough
Incontinence calls my bluff

I must run,is there time?
Locations of washrooms
Track constantly through mind
Not near enough do I find!!

Make me laugh,really,really laugh
And ohh I cuss,I rant
Once more, a wet joke gaff!
Ohhh dang wet spots on pants!

So no more jokes to tell me, please
It’s bad enough to cough and sneeze
And if chuckle a little, harder more
Need to find a bathroom door

So here I’ll say a quick good bye
Just pray I don’t pee if I now cry
Racing to–ohh–it’s too late
My tale is told,do you relate?

– Kath

I live with sweaty, stinky feet

A life long battle
That I have always had
It just seems that
My feet smell really bad

They have to work
So very hard you see
To lift and place
Because of my disability

It seems as if
They think real hard
My nose and eyes
Are permanently scarred

Something I find embarrassing
Is that I live with sweaty, stinky feet
So here is a little word of advice
Let me keep my shoes on when we meet

– Rhiannon

There is Cockroaches Behind my Fridge

I just moved into this place you see
And I saw something out of the corner of my eye A creepy, crawly racing past me A massively huge cockroach, I thought I would die

Now I must shed some light
As they need to go away
But these suckers always put up a fight
And this is only the first day

I move the appliances to see if there is more There is cockroaches behind my fridge Disgusting bugs I do not adore They scurried away on the ridge

This place was only made for one
And these cockroaches must leave now
For I have paid the rent and they paid none Now to evict them, but how?

– Jonah

Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf

there is a wolf at the door…
a statement that at first can not be ignored later to be deplored

that things fall apart
sometimes before I even start

I was a fifty foot killer bunny bent on destroying the worlds carrot supply
I am afraid I might even try

my painting turns out looking like a great big fart
even though I just claim its just an ‘art’

if I pull the plug the whole world might get sucked down the drain
wouldn’t that be a big pain

what if the world really is flat
will my boat really fall off the edge at that

there are so many things that I am afraid to fight
what if the world really is or isn’t right

how many things out there can cause plight
we seem to live in a world of endless night

four news channels bombard
into a numbness, the senses retard

It’s been the worse day since yesterday
can I stay under the covers to keep it all away

I fear tunnels and trains, what if I don’t see the light
or maybe I should have taken the fork to the right

if there was no big bang
would there still have been something to go clang

if I don’t have control
theres nothing I can do
but if I have control what button should I press
how do I decide through the stress and duress

what if the answer is a lie, or trivial banter
or if I become a ranter, or too soon lie about the answer

do I take the elevator to floor 13 or go to 14 and walk down one
do you press the unlucky button

The world ends on a word
probably one you have never heard
if not, can you ever be reassured

are we needlessly blinding people behind us with salt
or becoming some sort of a run away cult

if I get stung by a bee
is he mad at me

can I find the answers
can I put a finger on
which way is the one more strong

should I be sad today when he says again that the world will end tomorrow
just in case this time he’s right, so that there is shown some sorrow

there ARE big bad wolves
and stories told
fears that become too bold
or secrets we lock out in the cold
or realities left too long unattended that mould

are we really of the truth afraid, or more that we may have been mislaid
or that the things we think we know with certainty one day may fade

there are primal things in the dark
and ideas and spaces in which we need to park
and big bad wolves on a lark

in a world sometimes overly stark
sometimes its hard to find if things hit the mark
others times overwhelmed and blinded by a bright bursting ark
we become fearful and afraid of the things we think bark
there are some things, afraid of, we write, hidden, only in the dark
but others overly openly harp and hark
and unseen things about, that we don’t even start

Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf…

While all answers are replies, not all replies are answers
I’m afraid to write that there is an answer in the reply
but the reply may not wholly answer why.

– W.B.

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