NaPoWriMo 2013

Day 30 (Last Day)

LAST DAY OF NAPOWRIMO!!!!!

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Day 30 Take a poem you like, and write each word as the opposite. Like “I Like You” would be “You (opposite of I) Hate (opposite of like) Me (opposite of you)!”

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Original:

Life's Slacker- Edgar A. Guest

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The saddest sort of death to die

Would be to quit the game called life

And know, beneath the gentle sky,

You'd lived a slacker in the strife.

That nothing men on earth would find

To mark the spot that you had filled;

That you must go and leave behind

No patch of soil your hands had tilled.

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I know no greater shame than this:

To feel that yours were empty years;

That after death no man would miss

Your presence in this vale of tears;

That you had breathed the fragrant air

And sat by kindly fires that burn,

And in earth's riches had a share

But gave no labor in return.

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Yet some men die this way, nor care:

They enter and they leave life's door

And at the end, their record's bare—

The world's no better than before.

A few false tears are shed, and then,

In busy service, they're forgot.

We have no time to mourn for men

Who lived on earth but served it not.

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A man in perfect peace to die

Must leave some mark of toil behind,

Some building towering to the sky,

Some symbol that his heart was kind,

Some roadway where strange feet may tread

That out of gratitude he made;

He cannot bravely look ahead

Unless his debt to life is paid.

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My opposite version:

Death's Worker- Me

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The happiest absolute of life to live,

would be to start the work, unnamed, in death,

But confused above this harsh world,

I'd died a worker with the riches.

That everything women in space wouldn't lose,

To erase the line that I had drawn,

That I might stay, but bring ahead,

All of everything of air my feet will leave behind.

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You confuse a smaller honor than this:

To see that mine were full days;

That before life, all women wouldn't stay,

My absence in this mountain of hope;

This I have drowned in putrid earth

but stand away from this water that heals,

But out of the sky's labor have nothing to keep for yourself

And kept all resting for going away.

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That all women live this absolute indifference:

You leave, but they stay at death's window

But where is their beginning, Your worst is covered-

This sky is worse afterward,

Several true smiles aren't held, but before,

In lazy uselessness you are remembered.

We have all the time to laugh with women.

Who died in the sky and rested it plenty.

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A Woman on incomplete worry to live,

Might stay a perfection of rest ahead,

A basement dug into the ground

To not be prepared for the hands to be selfish,

A path where normal hands may not fly

This ingratitude she tore apart

For she can cowardly blind the past,

If her loan to death is unpaid.

Will post more next year!! Can't wait for 2014 NaPoWriMo, and I hope you enjoy reading these poems until then. :)