NAPOWRIMO Day #17

Today’s prompt:

Write a poem about or from the perspective of the object nearest you.

Reminders
Please read the NaPoWriMo page for details on how the challenge works and how you can participate this month, no matter what your personal writing challenge is for the month of April. Please read How to Post During NaPoWriMo. Remember that work shared this month is shared in precisely that spirit: sharing, as opposed to critiquing.

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Posted on April 17, 2018, in NaPoWriMo. Bookmark the permalink. 65 Comments.

  1. An Ode to my Laptop.

    Oh, dark black colored laptop,
    how I love thee,
    You are light and airy,
    and hold all my attempts at writing.
    This is a poem to you.
    I wouldn’t like you better if you were my favorite color, blue.
    On you I’ve ordered countless books from the library,
    and written a few stories of my own, ranging from horses, to… 18th fiction.
    my wonderful laptop, still full of storage,
    I hope to never dip you in porridge,
    Live long my laptop, I need you.

    Yeah, that is crazy but the object is in front of me, not mention I am using it as I type and post this. Let’s call it a comedy… Of Errors.

  2. Computer, wake up,
    Computer, power on.
    The screen turns bright,
    Colors so blinding,
    The connection complete.
    Page loading,
    Slowly loading,
    Until I reach my destenation.
    Music, websites, apps;
    WiFi ties it all together
    Like a big bow.
    The keyboard clicking loudly,
    The words appearing on the screen.
    Pages buffer,
    Pages crash,
    Now I’m just frustrated.
    All my life seems to be
    Stored on your hard drive;
    Computer get me there,
    Computer get me through the day.

  3. My cat is also next to me, so I guess it’s time for the weekly Lark chat.

    Me: You are an object next to me. Can I write about you?
    Lark: I see your fingers typing, why are you asking when you are already writing about me?
    Me: To be nice and polite. Manners and etiquette.
    Lark: Never heard of politeness, you don’t know manners, only cats know manners. I am the king of manners… and your house, please don’t forget that.
    Me: I am very mannerly… your highness.
    Lark: Don’t sass me young lady. I will take away your princess-ship.
    Me: That’s not a word.
    Lark: Silence in my court!
    Me; You don’t have a court and this is not manners.
    Lark: Cats don’t need manners, we are cats.
    Me: But you said a few minutes ago – never mind.
    Lark: Scratch my ears little human.
    Me: No, see, that is unmannerly and impolite. What you do to me every night when you jump on me at three in the morning and run around at five, also in the morning.
    Lark: I have a point to make. If you do not pet me, and yes, I am aware that this is an impolite threat, if you do not pet me, I will sit on you with my twenty pound furry body and then lay on your laptop’s keys. Call me king while you are at it.
    Me: Anything, oh wise and wonderful charming king Lark!!!
    Lark Purring: Exaclty.

    • LOL I love these, they make my day by making me laugh! Please don’t stop writing them, Alexa! Love this!! 😀

      • I am so glad you like them!!!!! 🙂 by the way, I love your horse post, I ride too. I wish they made candles that smelled like horses. I love to muck stalls too.

      • Right?! Those candles would be amazing! 😉 Thank you so much, you’re really sweet, it means a lot! Same here! Yesterday though, I can a carrot in my pocket and my sweetheart, Pumpkin took it out and pushed me right into the pile of poop. It wasn’t funny at the time, but it is now, haha! 😀 ❤

    • Haha I loved this!

    • Oh my goodness Sofia! Brisky, the horse I once rode stepped on my foot and I fell into a wheelbarrow. I understand, are you okay?

      • Ouch! And yes, I’m fine, lol! That’s such a pretty name for a horse; Brisky. Do you still ride him/her? Also, were you okay when you fell in the wheelbarrow? 🙂

    • I’m okay. I don’t ride her anymore, now I ride Sully, occasionally, when he needs to be worked. But yeah, horses have some funny but troublesome shenanigans. What kind I of riding do you do? I am a western girl at heart but can ride English. I love trotting. I jumped once and nearly fell off. Pumpkin is a great name too! What kind of horse is she/he?

      • I do western riding. English isn’t my thing, lol. Cantering is my favorite gait of all, it’s so smooth, depends on the horse, 😉 If you’re wondering how I jump in a western saddle, I don’t haha. I jump bareback, which is dangerous, but fun, also knowing that Pumpkin is tall, about 15 hands. Have you tried jumping again, after the time you almost fell? It’s a lot of fun, and trust me, I’ve fallen of plenty. Falling off of 15 hands is a pretty long way down! Pumpkin is a appaloosa. She’s caramel colored with some spots on her flank and face. It’s a weird mix of colors. 😉

      • Also, have you even done any shows?

      • I meant ever, sorry!!!! I know how I typed it seems a little disrespectful

    • I have not done a show yet, Sully is about 14 to 15 hands. somewhere in there. my mom’s horse was 17 hands. I ride bareback occasionally. Sully is a draft quarter horse.

      • 17 hands? WOW! What breed was the horse? Sully sounds beautiful, do you ride Sully bareback? 🙂

    • Yes I do, the 17 hands was a tennessee walker and morgan. I love riding bareback. I feel free. and Sully loves it because he will take me under trees to annoy me, he thinks it is funny. I do too, Sully has a mind of his own. But he is 24

      • Oh, what a boy! He sounds adorable! Wow, a Tennessee Walker and a Morgan, that must have been truly beautiful! ❤ Same here, you feel the horse more and you feel free. Have you tried cantering bareback? I can't on Pumpkin, her back bone is way too prominent and it hurts. Wow, 24 years old is a lot. How long have you been with Sully?

    • about three, four years, I can’t canter bareback, I almost fell off when I tried. How long have you had Pumpkin? and Sully is not mine, I just ride him after and before shows when he needs to be worked or when he hasn’t been ridden in a while. sully once tried to – well, you know how horses play? they kick up their heels and run or roll on their backs? he tired to do that… with me on him. afterwards he nuzzled my hand till i forgave him. But he does have a temperament.

      • Oh, gosh! He tried to buck you off? Not fun! I’ve had Pumpkin for 4 years. I was 7 when I got her, and she was 4. Did you fall of sully when he bucked?

    • It was a game and he stopped luckily. i lost my seat though.lol

    • Gabrielle Lovell

      Haha! I love your “Lark Adventures!” These are always so hilarious, never stop writing these, they are so hilarious! 😀

  4. Calculator.
    Show me the numerator.
    Give me the answers that I seek.
    Boop beep.

  5. “My Pen”

    Pick me up,
    Write with me,
    Make me feel like you need me,
    Wrap your tiny fingers ’round,
    Scribble all day,
    Create that perfect, scratchy sound,
    Use me on paper, use me on your hand
    Write with me wherever,
    Just hold me, and I’ll be your friend.

  6. Unrelated to the prompt

    Call me selfish, but I want
    Kisses that dance like the wind with leaves
    Words that blend into one voice with whispered secrets
    Warm embraces on sleepless nights
    Call me selfish, but I want
    To be respected when I’m broken and vulnerable
    To be cared for as though I’m important
    To be loved even as I’m close to falling
    Call me selfish, but I want
    To laugh at stupid jokes
    To smile at the sound of your voice
    To blush at the compliments I refuse to accept
    Call me selfish, but I want
    To walk hand-in-hand through public
    To be hugged like I might float away
    To let myself be me without worry
    Call me selfish, but I want
    What I had
    It may be selfish, but I want
    You

  7. Gabrielle Lovell

    Catfish,
    with your needle like fins
    You kill and pin
    every type of little fish

    Oh catfish
    You are so mean
    You act like queen bee
    Your a monster no one wants to see

    Little catfish
    You scare me
    But everything
    Around thee

    Little catfish
    You swim and dancer
    You play and prance
    Oh little catfish

    Nobody loves you
    What should I do
    I just hope you know
    Little catfish, I love you so.

    ——
    This is a bit of and out of the box, but, I love my catfish!

  8. This is super cute! Do you have a tank with multiple fish or just a pond with catfish? I also thought this was kind of funny because it immediately made me think of my Dad, who, if I had a catfish as a pet, would constantly be making jokes about eating it lol. He’s from LA so we eat crawfish and catfish all the time :b Although, I completely love that you love your catfish XD I think that’s adorable, amazing job on the poem and rhyming as well. 😀

    • Gabrielle Lovell

      Haha! Thank you so much! Sorry for the late reply, I didn’t see your comment until now! I have two fish tank, 1 with two sail fin mollies and 1 with a golden beta fish. I had catfish with the sail fins, but they kept attacking them so we let them go in our pond. Haha! That’s awesome! They are really cool pets, they just have a lot of requirements and stuff. 😛 Thank you so much!!!

  9. Electric toothbrush head
    How he wishes he could forget
    The ewy, gooey foam
    made with slimy spit
    from constantly spinning and twirling.
    The stench of garlic sardines mixed
    with salad drenched in Zesty Italian
    will forever haunt him.
    Thoughts of being decapitated
    one more time
    sends a shiver of fright
    through good ol’e Oral B

  10. Bridget Bishop

    I wonder what my diary thinks of me?
    To think, it knows me better than anyone I know.
    My deepest secrets, my dearest hopes are only known to this book.
    If it was human, would it spill all of them?

    If I told my friends what worried me, what would they think?
    If my family knew how I felt, would they help?
    If my diary said everything I wrote inside, Could I stand to be alive?
    To think, my diary could end everything so fast.

    I wonder if this book could feel how deep my poems are?
    If my diary could breath in the life I put onto the pages.
    And if it could live, would it see through my eyes.
    Or would it live a better story than what I originally wrote.

    If my diary was alive, what would it think of me?
    If my diary was my family, would they still love me?
    And if that diary was the world, how would it change what people see?

  11. A brown sweater.

    It rests upon other clothing,
    On top of all others,
    Completes its job without moaning,
    Protecting all colors.

    It hugs and holds,
    Keeping a warm grasp,
    You never feel cold,
    It’s warm-cold feeling forever lasts,
    **************************************************
    Hope ya’ll like it 🙂 Just a small contribution 😀

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