NaPoWriMo 2023 Recap

Well, I completed my first NaPoWriMo experience. It was just alright. I've come to find out I don't like prompts, and there's way too many normies in the online poetry community for my tastes. I like having more broken, alcoholic, weirdos around me. It makes me feel more comfortable. A lot of the poems I read were just too mundane, too regular. I guess it comes from growing up a hardcore punk rock kid in the 80s. I grew up screaming about Reagan, not talking about mountains, or flowers, or the sky. I'll probably do NaPoWriMo again next year. I don't really need a poetry month to make me write everyday, I write everyday anyways. I'll keep the blog up. I'll figure out a schedule when to post my writings. Maybe twice a week, I don't know. Thanks to anyone who read my poetry, it was real.

-Vito

Things Could Get Better - NaPoWriMo Day 30

Things Could Get Better
     by Vito del Valle

The world is a terrible place.
I feel hopeless and lost.
No one feels, no one cares.
It's just greed and self-preservation.
The trees are dying.
The skies are gray.
You can't drink the water.
The kids today will never be home owners.
Scientist want to terraform Mars,
     while the capitalists destroy the Earth...

Wait a minute...
     with friends and family,
     the world isn't so bad.

Hold on...
     with therapy and communication,
     we don't have to feel lost.

Think about it...
     with personal action and group activism,
     we can change the world...
     maybe.

You never know, things could get better.

Note: On prompt and final day of NaPoWriMo. It was a good experience. Thank you to anyone who read my poetry and gave me some hits to the blog. Peace and good health to all. Poem #117 for the year.

Breakfast Tacos - NaPoWriMo Day 29

Breakfast Tacos
     by Vito del Valle

1
Breakfast tacos are the reincarnation of Chicanos,
Chosen to be reborn to feed the bellies of other Chicanos.
A never ending recycle of cannibal sacrifice. 
All for $1.99.
Chorizo and egg, bacon and egg, ham and egg, potato and egg, 
Add an extra slice of  bacon, refried beans, or cheese, 
     for and extra 50¢.
Like the blood rituals of the pyramids, they are the nourishment,
     that keep the people alive.

2
"Choose me!" a chorizo an egg taco screams.
"Let me give my life!" a potato and egg taco
     with bacon and cheese demands.
They are all ready to give their short lived existence,
     for the benefit of the people.
Let them fulfill their destiny,
To live and die as a breakfast taco...

Note: On prompt, I guess. This is for La Raza. Poem #117 for the year.

Gutter Punk - NaPoWriMo Day 28

Gutter Punk
     by Vito del Valle

There's a kid asleep in the alley,
They could be an angel, could be a demon.
Smells like they could use a bath,
Spiked leather jacket and a Black Flag tee.
Gripping tightly an empty beer bottle,
Laying next to a puddle of puke.
Nose is dripping with snot,
Missing a combat boot.
Knuckle with a homemade "PUNX" tattoo.
A bruised face covered in piercing,
Can't hide their streetwise virtue.
Both angels and demons have wings.

Note: Off prompt. I saw Decline of Western Civilization 3 lasts night and was inspired to write this. Homeless street punks have it rough. Poem #115 for the year.

The Cockroaches Of Sorrow - NaPoWriMo Day 27

The Cockroaches Of Sorrow
     by Vito del Valle

There's a cockroach in my shoe,
There's a cockroach in my soup,
There's a cockroach in my juice,
There's a cockroach in my poop.

Like the plague of 1346,
Like the German Blitzkrieg,
Like the destitute during the Great Depression,
Like suicides during the Great Recession.

When will the sorrow end?
The sadness of the occupation,
Immune to extermination,
Laughing at elimination.

Note: On prompt, kinda. Just being silly. Poem #114 for the year.

Portrait Of An Old Woman - NaPoWriMo Day 26

Portrait Of An Old Woman
     by Vito del Valle

Her weathered lines are beautiful,
Like sunshine mixed with gold.
Her silver hair is soft as silk.
Subtle voice compared to mother's milk.
Her elder eyes shine through the night,
Like cloudless skies when the stars shine bright.
A loving cool touch to ease the pain,
Refreshing as much as a summer rain.

Note: On prompt. Not about anyone in particular. I like old ladies, at least the nice ones. Tried to use internal rhymes in the exercise, came out ok, could have been better. Poem #113 for the year.

La Buganvilla y El Perdedor - NaPoWriMo Day 25

La Buganvilla y El Perdedor
     by Vito del Valle

The smell,
     of  your kitchen.
The smile, 
     on your face,
     as you cooked us breakfast.
Freshly made tortillas,
     chorizo and eggs,
     with refried beans.
La buganvilla outside the window,
     would sway in the breeze.
(I was not worthy of this scene.)

You brought me into,
     your home.
Shared your,
     love,
     life,
     love of life.
With me.
(I was not worthy of your love.)

You thought of me,
     throughout the day.
And held me in,
     your thighs,
     at night.
You gave me,
     your body,
     your soul.
And I,
     was nothing more,
     than a,
     perdedor.
(I was not worthy of your soul.)

Note; On Prompt. It's hard to find a woman to fall in love with you when you're a loser. Poem #112 for the year.