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These poems are written for the (Inter)NationalPoemWritingMonth 2013.
For the month of April there is one poem per day, sometimes following a prompt, sometimes free.

All poems are (cc) JaePix.de



1. April - First Line Of Another Poem

The Moth's Fate

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Rises in the velvet night
A moth that was awake too soon
Is now attracted by the light
It isn't helping her along
To do her ever nightly thing
But isn't half as bad or wrong
As flames that almost licked her wing.



2. April - A Poem That Tells A Lie

Snowflakes in April

On green grass I walk
To the sound of silence in my ear.
Blue snowflakes falling from the sky
Are melting on my winter coat,
Unusual for April.
A rabbit on a tree trunk
Is painting eggs in red and black
And smiling at me
Knowing I don't believe.



3. April - A Sea Chanty

Buccaneers of the Mary Beth

On her mast the Mary Beth
Flies the cruel black banner.
Every ship who sees her come
Fears the racy 'jammer.

We'll send you all to hell and back!
All hands on deck!

When we bring the ship around
Grappling hooks come flying.
Sabres clang and canons roar
Honest men are dying.

Fight, ye cowards, fight us back!
All hands on deck!

Gold we take, and guns, and rum
And the maid in distress,
To the Mary take it all.
She's our only mistress.

Leave your ship a steaming wreck!
All hands on deck!

Never shall they catch the Beth,
Every chase must fall short.
If they catch a buccaneer
The gallows is our consort

Sling the rope around the neck!
All hand on deck!



4. April - The Name Of A Spaceship

Retribution on Receipt of the Correct Paperwork

We are Judoon
The Shadow Proclamation
Is our mantra
And yours.

We are certified
ISO 9000
Good Military Practice
DIN 56984.5.

We are solid
We will not budge
For foe
Nor friend.

We are
A fixed point
In the universe
And in space time.




5. April - American Cinquain

I watch
the rain outside
as cold as frozen glass
and hope for spring to come our way
at last.



6. April - A Valediction


Should I compare thee to a summer's day,
It would fall short yet, anyway,
For you are winter, cold and hard,
With snowy feet and icy heart.

But soon the sun bids you farewell
When on the melting snow it fell.
I hear you leaving with a sigh
But I'm not sorry, so, good-bye!



7. April - Exclamation

Do this!
Do that!
You must!
You shan't!
Come here!
Go there!
Speak up!
You can't!
Keep straight!
Eat up!
Go back
to sleep!
Move on!
Stay there!
Don't drag
your feet!
Take care!
And mind
your step!
You'll lose
it all!
the trap!
No fat!
No coke!
No sex!
No bloke!
Do as
you're told!
the old!
When will you ever realize
each order does come at a price?



8. April - Ottava Rima


The monster hunts the maiden fair
Through shrub and wood and moor land.
The hunter waits in ambush there,
For that he'd give his right hand.
A trophy from the monster's lair,
A tooth, a pelt, a musk gland.
And here they come, her skirt so red,
The beast is his, the maid is dead.



9. April - Film Noir

Detectives are usually called Harry

The wobbly desk, the shabby door,
the bookshelf and the drooping floor,
the coffee maker long since broken,
the silver dollar - once a token
of luck and fortune money-wise
is now a challenge in disguise.

What started as a bold endeavour
by calling in another favour
from cops to get a business started
by lack of customer was thwarted.
If I don't get some money in
The agency goes to the bin.

For items lost and husbands kissing
another woman, cats gone missing,
no money spells, no bottled love,
paid on success, come push to shove.
I take it all, to fill the mouth,
when clients' lives are going south.

I drum my fingers while berating
my stupid hope, while I am waiting
that this old telephone will ring
with a rich customer to bring
me ample wealth to my old floor...
Wait! - Who's that knocking on the door???



10. April - Un-Love

The Opposite of Love

You told me: See
love's vis-a-vis
is never hate.
Indifference is
the love end's fate.
It's funny how
that came so true
for you.



11. April - Tanka

A dress of white bones,
A piece of art on bare skin,
Not fading with time,
Will stay with you forever
Because you can never die.



12. April - Off Your Chest

Off my chest

Respect my wishes.
Do the dishes.
Wish I had you.
You can't undo
What you did.

Not your business.
Have some Guinness.
Put that on halt.
It's your own fault
It went south.

I can write it,
No one reads it.
Things I'm saying,
No one's listening

Go away.



13. April - Take a Walk

Scrubbing the stone floors
with vigour that matched my pain
kept me from crying
for the losses I suffered
and those that are yet to come.



14. April - Voice Of A Hero Or Villain

Seen it all

I've seen the start and the end
Of the Universe.
I've seen hate beyond hate
And compassion therein.
I've seen the beauty of art
And the steel face of violence.
I've seen humans as monstrous
And monsters humane.
I am the thing that goes bump in the night.
I am the monster that monsters fear.
The one thing you don't put in a trap
- if you know what's good for you -
That's me.



15. April - A Pantun

Although all physics' law abides
It does not draw to earth my dove.
The rise and fall of many tides
Will not bring home the man I love.



16. April - Languages And Translations

Babylon Bigheads

The meeting last night
was an outright mess.
The tone was still light
but I must confess
the tone didn't make it any better
for everyone talked in a messy clatter.

There were buzzwords
and wrong words
and swearwords
and long words
and pronunciation
was guesswork at best.

The meeting last night
was a tower of Babel
with so many nations
and no one was able
to speak and to listen to what others said.
They'd rather follow their own big head.



17. April - A Greeting

Into the light!

Deep blue water all around me,
Thick and salty, dark and cold.
Tons of pressure that surround me,
Hosting creatures, ancient, old.

Shafts of pale light through the motion
Mimic safety far away.
In the blackness of the ocean
It's the promise of a day.

Breathing struggles with the pressure,
Legs are kicking from below.
Slowly rising at their leisure
Bubbles to the surface flow.

Further up the corals neatly
In the sunlight are unfurled.
My first gasp of air smells sweetly,
And my heart cries: Hello World!



18. April - Beginning and End

There's a cat in the garden
A tom, big and black.
He's watching my kitties,
They're watching him back.

The tom in my garden
Is catching a glare.
Then he turns and stalks off
As if no cat where there.



19. April - Personal Ad

Guess who's unhappy with her food again

Two cuddly females,
manually challenged
but deeply affectionate,
seek furrily challenged
but dexterous individual
for tin-opening
and mutual support.



20. April - Keywords

Ship to Shore

The ghost ship sends her men ashore,
Each one a buccaneer.
They came for silver, gold, and more,
Their ego brought them here.

No longer can they taste the sweet
Of apples or of wine
But on the devil they will cheat,
They never crossed his line.

The smell of salt and seaweed brings
A memory of life.
Upwind she lures her victims in,
The sailor's cruel wife.

Aboard, aboard, they cannot stay,
And hoist the sails on high.
The compass may lead them astray,
But never shall they die!



21. April - Fortune Cookies

Lines you don't get in fortune cookies

You will embark on a short journey, someday.
Take what you can - leave nothing behind.
There is always another side of the coin.
Love is just around the corner, in a spherical universe.

The day you live may be your last one.
Live life as if there was hope.
Shining bright means burning fast.
Light a candle in the dark. It may at least scare the wild beasts away.



22. April - Earth Day

Homage to Heinz Erhardt - Spring Time

There's spring outside,
the sun is bright,
the birds, they sing,
a laughing spring
flows merrily
and every green
so strong and keen
grows verily.

The world is new
for me and you,
as rabbits leap
so bleat the sheep.
Oh, sweet the smell
when flowers bloom,
just in my room
the air is stale.



23. April - A Triolet

The long dark teatime

My mind is racing on toward
the long dark teatime of the soul.
It's falling of its own accord.
My mind is racing on toward
the dark, and holds on to the chord
that leads it back and keeps it whole.
My mind is racing on toward
The long dark teatime of the soul.



24. April - Anagrams About Oneself

Who's that girl

She's out of line
but thinks that's fine.
She'll drink warm ale,
and loudly hail
the bards and knights
and friends alike.
She'll shake her mane,
skip down the lane,
and give them hell
who bear her ill.
A hag or no
as angels go
she'll blaze at night
she'll be alright.



25. April - A Ballad


The cat, the crow, the weasel had
a running bet for money.
They had to find the best of them
who could steal them some honey.

The raven flew up to the tree
and bravely dug the wax out.
The weasel scampered up behind
until a bee stung his snout.

The one who licked the honey up
was kitty looking so smug,
"I'll grant you that, you two are best
when try'n' to be a smart thug."



26. April - An Erasure

The Silent Knight

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
                To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
                The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
                Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
                The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow-veil'd
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
                Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
                 The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
                Down to tower'd Camelot:
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy
                Lady of Shalott."

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
                 To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
                The Lady of Shalott.

And moving thro' a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
                Winding down to Camelot:
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village-churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls,
                Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,
                Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
                The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
                And music, went to Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed;
"I am half-sick of shadows," said
                The Lady of Shalott.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley-sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
                Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A redcross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
                 Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle-bells rang merrily
                As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armour rung,
                Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
                 As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
                 Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
                As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flash'd into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
               Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
                She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
                The Lady of Shalott.

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale-yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
                Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
                The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river's dim expanse--
Like some bold seër in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance--
With a glassy countenance
                Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
                The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right--
The leaves upon her falling light--
Thro' the noises of the night
                She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
                The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darken'd wholly,
                Turn'd to tower'd Camelot;
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
                 The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
A corse between the houses high,
                 Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
                The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they cross'd themselves for fear,
                All the knights at Camelot:
But Lancelot mused a little space;
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
                 The Lady of Shalott."



27. April - A Proverb

Lesson to Life

When life hands you lemons, make lemonade.
When life hands you Lennon, make songs.
If life hands you lemonade, then rejoice
For life may have just made a choice.

That it's not worth to mob you
or bug you or rob you
of good times and happy and joy.
It's given up screaming
and kicking and teaching
you lessons in treacherous ploy.

You taught life a lesson,
no matter what happens
you'll get yourself back in your tracks.
You'll whistle a Beatles tune,
conjure another spoon,
so life should just chill and relax.

When life hands you lemons, make lemonade
and tell it to loosen right up.
Get sugar and straws and a second cup
and drink to the mutual trade.



28. April - Colour

To Friendship

White is the room that I sit in,
Frosted the window's glass
Of a lamp where a candle is lit in,
And fair is that other lass.

Bright is the smile that she gives me,
White is the flash of her teeth,
Friendly and heart-warming is she,
And no malice lies underneath.

What would I do without friendship?
What would I do without light?
Life would be just such a sad trip,
When no one turned black into white.



29. April - Foreign Language

Denglischer Tag

Ein Tag voller Meetings
geht langsam zuende.
Der Beamer brummt.
Meine Ohren auch.
Jetzt sind wir alle up to date.

Mein Handy summt,
die Mailbox voll,
zwei Apps blinken hektisch.
Keine Zeit
für Updates.

Ich schnappe meinen Boardcase
renne zum Gate
und schaffe es mit dem letzten Call
in die Business Class.
Offline, gezwungenermaßen.

Am Fraport umsteigen
auf Air Berlin,
dann heim
zu Laptop und Soaps.
Und endlich - chillen!



30. April - Opposite Poems

Over the wintry
forest, winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow.

Through the young, spring-green
clearance, a soft wind whistles
chasing loose petals

No sky
no earth - but still
snowflakes fall

Blue skies, solid rock
and yet no sun will cast a
shadow on the ground.

Rain is falling
and naked I am riding
on a naked horse

The sun is drying
my clothes while I am walking
beside my clad horse


A Word to Husbands by Ogden Nash

To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you're wrong, admit it;
Whenever you're right, shut up.

A Word to Wives

To let your divorce go slipping
With a suit, a fight, and a pout,
Whenever he's right, deny it;
Whatever he's wrong, shout it out.