National Poetry Writing Month 2015

1. Stuff Poetry Hates
2. Portrait of a Pre-Madonna
3. Tulips for the Fire
4. Paint Saul as St. Paul
5. Scaffold the Sky
6. When Cows Come Home
7. Social Work-Out
8. Spending Down Ideals
9. Reply to a Bumpersticker
10. Beatnik Disembarks from Bardo Plane
11. Vajra Cast From Golden Heights & Leopard Spotted
12. Welsh Revival
13. Godless Bluegrass
14. Tarot Arcana VII
15. Santería
16. The Selection of Sex and Descent in Relation to Man
17. Autonomy in Catatonia
18. Benighted Nations
19. Lines that Suck the Bitch’s Tit
20. Unfortunate Juxtapositions
21. Poultry in Motion
22. To Birds who Swim in Fishy Notions
23. View from the Mortal Portal
24. Eye of Delusion
25. Hello Porneia & Hymn to Intellectual Curiosity
26. Vaginalia
27. Behold—We Come
28. Ungu Malungu, the King of Ace
29. Freethinkers Unchained
30. Data at the Helm

NaPoWriMo 2015

All poetry © A. Hook 2015


Penultimate NaPoWriMo Post 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015

Dang. I thought yesterday’s poem,
Freethinkers Unchained was one of my best.
I unleashed it on the waiting world
and got ONE FREAKING VIEW in 24 hours ha ha ha.
I guess Satan is STILL ruling this planet…

Thank you Lord for the blessings of poetic creation in a void.

Meanwhile, oh loyal legions of followers,
get ready for my final NaPoWriMo poem.
(The 4 of you really need to pay attention.)

Behold— We Come

And the Spirit and the bride say, Come.
And let him that heareth say, Come.
And let him that is athirst come.
And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.
Revelation 22:17  (KJV)


Some speak of evolution from primeval protoplasm…

I swim against such currents and proclaim the true Creator.

Yet, like they do, I also find release in that hot spasm

and wonder why God gives the overwhelming indicator.

The Good, the Beautiful, the Damned; the whole human race has’em;

Dutiful prudes, psychos, saints, the intrepid masturbator.

All move together toward that annihilating phantasm:

the tissue-sneeze of discharge has to come sooner or later.

He could have ordained spores instead of sexual contractions…

but we are born of bliss (Edenic failures notwithstanding).

Though humankind delight in such involuntary actions,

the ends to such exciting means surpass our modern branding.

Fallen minds misunderstand, and think that God hates all pleasure—

yet it was He who gave to us this strange pulsating treasure.

Hello Porneia


Girly-girl, I feel you near…
thanks for stopping by (again).
You knock, then whisper in my ear
that S-word mightier than the pen.

I haven’t seen you for so long;
beholding now your rosy charms
let me let you right my wrong
within your warm and virtual arms.

Take me to that field of flowers
where the wondrous waters flow.
Temper there my raging powers—
none, save God, will know.

(Porneia and I go back a long way… but since we broke up, our relationship is strictly Platonic)