Oh, Dear Del Hall

Oh, dear Del Hall  you made history
on a season of reflection and preparation
among Christians for Easter celebration
for fourty days you replicate, Christ’s
sacrifice and withdrawal into the desert
Oh, dear Del Hall  you made history
by having nothing but beer, 44 pounds
you lost in 46 days back in 2019
on a season of reflection and preparation
are you a fool, or simply being cool
to replicate Christ’s deeds and be one
among  Christians for Easter celebration



Day 7 NaPoWriMo

Today our prompt is another oldie-but-
goodie: a poem based on a news article.

I chose this particular news article about Del Hall who had a “beer only lent diet” in 2019

https://www.upi.com/Odd_News/2020/02/28/Ohio-man-seeks-world-record-with-beer-only-Lent-diet/1621582911029 /?sl=5


Linking also to https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2020/04/01/looking-for-a-challenge/

NPM super poetry challenge no. 4 write a cascade poem.

For the cascade poem, a poet takes each line from the first stanza of a poem and makes those the final lines of each stanza afterward. Beyond that, there are no additional rules for rhyming, meter, etc.

I Died a Sudden Death




I used to be the only one
people are usually afraid of
I carry on with me for centuries
viruses that kill
hundreds of people
children and old alike
rich or poor
science has found a cure
for one of the viruses I carried
but little did they know
I was up for another yet stronger
and more potent one


But I, am saddened by the turn of events recently


I drive people crazy
they put all sorts of protective device
and prevent me from entering their homes
and invade their privacy and goodnight sleep, but I still made my way through
it made them even nuts
imagine seeing them applying all kinds of chemicals unto their bodies
believing I’d be driven away?
ahhh it made me the happiest
little monster of all times
But I, again am saddened by the turn of events recently



in just a snap of a finger
people forget about me
they no longer are scared of me
I suddenly became irrelevant
I am no longer as popular as I used to be
ohhh the ego in a little monster in me is hurt
why? what happened?
who surpassed my popularity?
whose more deadly than I am now?
But I,  then again am saddened by the turn of events recently
I used to sneak in the dark
and scare them with my
little buzzing sound
people, why have you suddenly forgotten
about me?
is this how it’s supposed to end?
I am right here
ready anytime to suck your blood
and leave you with something to die for



Hey you, I’m right here.

Suddenly, I died, a sudden death.


Day 6

Today’s prompt is ekphrastic in nature – but rather particular! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem from one person/animal/thing from Hieronymous Bosch’s famous (and famously bizarre) triptych The Garden of Earthly Delights.


In a response also to Sadje’s What Do You See? https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/




corruption is a virus, killing the very core
of every  organization
in the same way that the political system
is trying to poison the people with
a concept that is undoubtedly used to shine a light on its perceived destructive nature


what is worst than a virus
is man’s inability to see with clarity
the reality of even the simplest life


when a father has remained literally
blinded by his child’s deceitful behaviors
for supposedly  simply being childish
and longing for attention


when a husband refuses to listen to the truth
of how his family is a mess for being
selfish and self-centered


when a wife refuses to feel through
her very core that she sucks at being both
a mother and a wife, thus finding help
doesn’t make her less of a woman


when a child can easily sniff and
manipulate a kind-hearted parent
by playing the victim
whenever reprimanded
the fuzzy behavior of confusion
such is the effect when man
is incapable of seeing things
with clarity


worst than a virus
contagious than corruption
Linking to kate’s Friday Fun https://aroused.blog/2020/04/05/friday-fun-clarity/
Day 5 of NaPoWriMo

Our prompt for today is called the “Twenty Little Poetry Projects,” and was originally developed by Jim Simmerman. The challenge is to use/do all of the following in the same poem. Of course,  if you can’t fit all twenty projects into your poem, or a few of them get your poem going, that is just fine too!

1. Begin the poem with a metaphor.
2. Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
3. Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem
4. Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun).


The Old Lady in a Cane

I once had a dream of a fairly
old lady walking by a cane


she stoops as she walks
she begs as she cries


she wonders and wonders
along the street into the corner


she sits as she cries
she mourns as she weeps


she wails in agonizing cry
longing for love, that she once had


she remembers her then beautiful life
had she not been selfish and ungrateful


she disappears from my sight
she lost without a trace

the fairly old lady in a cane, I knew once and in my life, I helped,
I was kind
Day 4 NaPoWriMo

Our prompt for the day takes its cue from our gently odd resources and asks you to write a poem based on an image from a dream. We don’t always remember our dreams, but images or ideas from them often stick with us for a very long time.



In our Double – Seated Swing, Brother

our then glorious porch
was missing a torch
where we could have light at night
and played with so much delight


in our double-seated swing, brother


we poke jokes in our double-seated swing
where we too always cry out and sing
facing each other dreaming with a smile
then burst into laughter after a while
in our double-seated swing, brother


imagine a feeling or any feeling
how long will it last sitting?
I swear when it was so  low
it was  low until it was not low
in our double-seated swing, brother
when it was high ‘was so high
until it becomes low again then you sigh
there just aren’t enough words to say
for what it is like to sit with you and stay
in our double-seated swing, brother
we smiled and jested aimlessly dreaming of dreams passionately
upward we go a feeling stirring within, we held down we know a bond of love is sealed
in our double-seated swing, brother
we swore, “best friends forever”


Linking also to https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2020/04/01/looking-for-a-challenge/  with this as NPM prompt  3 write a poem about a porch swing.


Day 3 of NaPoWriMo
Today’s prompt asks you to make use of our resources for the day. First, make a list of ten words. You can generate this list however you’d like – pull a book off the shelf and find ten words you like, name ten things you can see from where you’re sitting, etc. Now, for each word, use Rhymezone to identify two to four similar-sounding or rhyming words. For example, if my word is “salt,” my similar words might be “belt,” “silt,” “sailed,” and “sell-out.”


The Lovely Lady Who Loves Tea

there was once a lovely lady who loves tea,  as graceful as a willow tree
slender and lithe and pretty
lives in extravagance, in Spanish -Mediterranean luxury home


its red tile roofs create shady overhangs
with large windows, exposed beams
features tall interior ceilings,
cool tile floors, lots of windows
bringing in a fresh breeze
she likes to decorate both indoors
and out with a bountiful flower
garden arrangements where tiny little birds flapping their wings are seen
singing tunes of melody unknown
the lovely lady who loves tea, weeping
as she sits in the window,  overlooking
an array of squatter area of improvised buildings, as shanties or shacks,  made of plywood, corrugated metal
sheets of plastic, cardboard boxes are its walls, lacks adequate infrastructure,
including proper sanitation, safe water supply,  drainage, and other basic necessities of human settlement
so the lovely lady who loves tea
is not only as graceful as a willow tree
but with a heart for the poor in the shanties, and built a store where goods are sold within a poor man’s soul
will you be like the lovely lady
who loves tea
not only as graceful as a willow tree
but with a kind and generous heart for the poor in the shanties?


P. S
COVID 19 has greatly affected our world today. My home country is not only suffering healthwise but economically as well. We are considered a third world country and we were in fact the first third world country to mandate national lockdown.

People are honestly on the brink of hunger. And any help would be really appreciated by many of our less fortunate brothers and sisters, however, though with the lockdown its impossible to reach out and help.

And at this point, we see a clearer distinction between the rich and the poor. The rich were able to stock up goods for the lockdown and they have the luxury of having daily regular meals as they please or wish, while many of our poor brothers and sisters can only afford food per meal basis. And I can’t imagine how they are doing now.

And the depiction of a luxurious house overlooking a squatters area is really true. From where I am we have the richest of rich and the poorest of poor and the boundary is basically just a sight away.


It’s true too that once there was a lovely lady who built a store for the poor.

Linking also to https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2020/04/01/looking-for-a-challenge/  with this as NPM prompt 2, use the following in a poem – willow, bird,  tea

Day 2 of  NaPoWriMo

Our (optional) prompt for the day takes a leaf from Schuyler’s book, as it were, and asks you to write a poem about a specific place —  a particular house or store or school or office.





my life is a climb, the journey
to reach the top wasn’t obviously easy
I trekked some hard trail
and arduous path
there were challenging course
and bumpy roads
at some point, I swore
by my right hand
moving forward
is unforeseen
but I made it to the top actually,
with lips sealed, I said a little prayer
of thank you to God Almighty
the view from the top
is breathtaking
you see everyone below
as little tiny creatures,
like a tiny piece of fish swimming,
or a small bird chirping
they look nice and adorable
and it dawned to me
will it make a difference if
I go back to where I started
and usher them all along with me
or help them get where I am
simply from the top?
Linking also to https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2020/04/01/looking-for-a-challenge/  with this as NPM prompt 1, use the following words in a poem – fish, hands, lips.

Day 1 of NaPoWriMo – life metaphor




you playfully flap
your tiny little wings
on top of my window
every morning, you chirp
songs I can’t sing
you call out your friends
and gather in my garden,
every afternoon
you made my flowers
smile with your joyful
chirping and quirky dancing
you made your
few final despairing flaps
higher and higher
as you hear my dog barking
your friends would
follow thereafter
now I flew myself away
away from the home
we used to be
I wonder if you are still there
every morning
joyfully flapping your wings
chirping and dancing
oh, how I miss you
my tiny little friend
I hope you visit me soon
when I make my homecoming
after COVID 19  bid adieu




The term Maya refers to a folk taxon often used in the Philippines to refer to a variety of small, commonly observed passerine birds, including several sparrows, finches, and munias.


NaPoWriMo – favorite bird

For All You Early-Birds

Summer Rain


every drop of the rain is every bit of my pain

You held my hand tight
As you bid goodbye
It was hard
It was insane…

You kissed me softly
with a wimping cry
It froze my mind
It broke my heart…

You strained me in your embrace
clasped me in your arms
It pricked me
It stung me…

Then it rained on a summer afternoon

This is an old poem i wrote  years ago in memory of my beloved papa who passed away that summer.

I am reposting it for this week’s World of Words prompt: বৃষ্টি, which is a Bengali word that means “rain”.

Every week, Rosemarie (of A Reading Writer), Maria (of Doodle Scribbles), and Jade of  https://jademwong.wordpress.com/2020/03/30/poetry-wash-away/ will post a word from a different country in the world.