April 3 NaPoMo 2021

[CRNDLSM]

Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.

NaPM April 3, 2021

Topic: anagram poem

Form: Any.

Line Requirement: any

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Poem: organic errors, melody prayers,
omnipotent energy manifesting personal objectives,
each miniscule piece over estimating
mental performances of extra moody
pointlessness or entropic mania

[CRNDLSM]

Frank realized emma's a kid, free-
roaming, enjoying any kick found. Reason
eventually ages, kites flown, read enough.
Arrogant kings forget real evil awaits:
killing, flaying, ravaging, elegance attacked, kissed.
Frank realized emma's a kid.

I guess these are acrostics whoops

[busker]

When is a poem an anagram?
Is it when the lines pair up to plan,
a lobster quadrilled with a clam?
Poem and poet, shepherd and lamb,
an envied pair, could they just be an
anagram? That’s right, a sham?

[Mark A Becker]

anagram poet
a gnome apart among ape art

[dukealien]

Second Fiddle


Keep to thy path, thou moderately dark
ambassadress from sea-washed leftish coasts!
Make plain thy route by which thou madest thy mark
as highest second fiddle this land boasts:
life doing what thy cronies will not do,
and don’t want done, and do it badly, too!
Hate always, radical, repays its source.

[TranquillityBase]

Two Epigrams on Anagrams

1.

An anagram is a telegram
that drowned on the way to the office.

2.

Anagrams are fool's errands
accomplished by saints.

[Magpie]

Anagrammatic Howl

I saw the best minds of my generation
magnified by white sonnet maestros
go east with masonry mined benefits.

Years of wont midnight absenteeism
to find geometry in a swish basement
and see tombs from within giant eyes.

Years of twisting beneath demonism
being sainted with masters of money
who train dementia systems of being.

Years of shitting between nomadism,
atheist boogeymen and swift miners
waiting for hymen moistened beasts.

Boys, men, women, the gratified saints,
night seamen, mystified boat owners
absent men, a fish, my winged tortoise.

Feathers, wings, moonbeams - identity,
shifty women debating monasteries,
with badges of "In my sonnets I'm a tree".

Twisted nights of mayonnaise ember,
with badges of "More means intensity..."
and sometimes "Soft biting anywhere."

Many nights of eastern womb deities,
demons bathing in some feisty water,
animated ghosts of wine bent misery.

Shifty men debating women as tories -
who test meanings in motifs by a deer
and bite monsters with foaming eyes.

Sweethearts of immensity and bingo
who informed amnesty beating sites
and wrote fine imagist hymns to bees.

[Leaf]

mope.

[RiverNotch]

Candy Darling


Men may dare
to lard my days
with canard rays
or plain bad lays,

but I don't care.
Riding nays,
craning spayed,
darning clay:

life's a yarn
and I'm a star.

[busker]

Anagrammatic Howl

I saw the best minds of my generation
magnified by white sonnet maestros
go east with masonry mined benefits.

Years of wont midnight absenteeism
to find geometry in a swish basement
and see tombs from within giant eyes.

Years of twisting beneath demonism
being sainted with masters of money
who train dementia systems of being.

Years of shitting between nomadism,
atheist boogeymen and swift miners
waiting for hymen moistened beasts.

Boys, men, women, the gratified saints,
night seamen, mystified boat owners
absent men, a fish, my winged tortoise.

Feathers, wings, moonbeams - identity,
shifty women debating monasteries,
with badges of "In my sonnets I'm a tree".

Twisted nights of mayonnaise ember,
with badges of "More means intensity..."
and sometimes "Soft biting anywhere."

Many nights of eastern womb deities,
demons bathing in some feisty water,
animated ghosts of wine bent misery.

Shifty men debating women as tories -
who test meanings in motifs by a deer
and bite monsters with foaming eyes.

Sweethearts of immensity and bingo
who informed amnesty beating sites
and wrote fine imagist hymns to bees.

You’re either shitting us or this is pure genius...unless you wrote or used a computer program

[Keith]

No way

Duck sick my
hats diction
hydrate mush.