NaPoWriMo 2014


National Poetry Writing Month is over.
Thanks to all who visited Connect/Hook during April.
I made some new poetic acquaintances
and enjoyed discovering new poetry blogs.
Here are the poems I posted during April 2014:

1.  Missing Inaction
2. Incendiary Bestiary
3. Agitating the Spin Cycle
4. Diversity Training
5. The Fowl is Fair
6. Tepeyac  
7. Licked, Stamped, Undelivered
8. Christian Types & Antitypes in Limerick
9. Biblical Babel on Route 66
10. Stop the Draft !   +  Jumping on the Bandurawagon
11. Lindísima:  Voice of Linda
12. Love-Lines: AZ
13. Psalm 23: Dolly Parton
14. Eutychus Awakes
15. Fear of Isaac
16. Evasive Measures
17. Disappointed Mis-anointings
18. End-Times Overload
19. Drowning vs. Dead
20. Weakly Devotional
21. Borders/Language/Culture
22. Hindoo Folk Song
23. Taina Fertility Chant
24. Farewell Sweet Porneia
25. Suigenericide
26. Asleep at the Wake
27. Heaven  
28. Disabused of Muses
29. Body Scan
30. Bitter Poetaste in Mouth




Aversion to Adverse Events

Further insinuations of adversity were acknowledged.

Questions arose as best practices were responsively adjusted
to assess and address the best-dressed actresses
and enhance seamless referrals.

What should data-driven differentiation designators do
when inter-relater liability becomes inter-liar relateability?

How are we to accurately assess the data
without throwing the rubric
through the window of opportunity for expansion of services?

Is there an existing rubric
to facilitate enhanced understanding
of this type of protocol deviation?

Sheesh – it feels kinda HOT in here. ..
How come all of you have HORNS and fangs?
Data Hell2



When the damned lost souls are voided
into the abyss of hell
I hope to have avoided
that last death-knell.

The blood of Christ assures me
that such can be admitted.
I pray it sanctifies me –
desires permitted.

They preach of joy unending
of sheer expanding praise,
but the unseen evidence lingers:
my carnal ways:

I flash on astral hotties
(the flames that life denied)
among celestial bodies
beyond the great divide.

I muse on raptured virgins;
Christ’s parables made flesh
and my unspoken longings
unveiled and fresh.

I long to know profoundly
the promised stellar faces –
or sleep so deep,  so soundly
no dreams leave traces.

My hopes for that dimension
alloyed with base designs
grow vague. Incomprehension
misreads the signs.