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NaPoWriMo Day 17

AKA Harry Potter Limerick Day 5

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Fudge said “Diggory’s death was mysterious”
Umbridge said “Harry Potter’s delirious”.
Voldemort got in Harry’s head,
Told him someone was dead and he thought
“Surely you cannot be Sirius”

© Emilie C. Black, 2020

#PoeticAnswers 66 – What Is The Meaning Of Life?

Finding the meaning of life,
Or trying to find and
Understand what life means is something that
Readers, writers, scientists and philosophers have
Tried to do for but failed because Life’s meaning is something only the
You and I’s can truly decide on.

The meaning of life is to do:
Whatever you want, whenever you want, with whoever you want.
Otherwise, life has no meaning.

Question from Gabriel McC from Facebook

#PoeticAnswers 35 – Are Vampires Halal?

I understand your thought process
Due to the blood-letting
But due to religious tones, I confess
The subject matter could be upsetting

Traditional vampires bite straight in the throat.
Modern vampires are somewhat irregular;
Going to blood banks, tampons or even goats
As opposed to going straight for the jugular

The religious process of prayer,
And the method of draining the blood,
Does not truly follow the requisites of a vampire.
Due to similarities of Islamic and Christian faith, I doubt they would try, even if they could.

Vampirism is not halal but if this is not satisfactory,
There is but one near exception, her name is Erzsébet Báthory.

Question from my good friend, Isla M. 

#PoeticAnswers 27 – How Many Ways Can You Think of to Time Travel?

Be taken back by a teacher,
An adept modern-day magician,
Performing and informing of
The importances of yesteryear.

Immerse yourself in the books of yesterday,
Let each word carefully stack and build,
Let your imagination craft and succumb
To this portal to the old world.

Take the time to listen,
Let the old rhythm take control
Dance to the sway of Sinatra or Holliday
Appreciate the class and the moment.

Start up the engine
Of an eighties icon.
Drive back to the future
With an old man complaining about your children.

You could sacrifice your life for companionship,
Journey with a stranger
And learn the insanity of the truth
While doctoring the timestream.

Think harder than you’ve ever thunk before,
Take the time to remember your life.
Enjoy the comedy, learn from the misery,
But do not let yourself get trapped in the past.

Or give in to inevitability.
You can choose to run forward to the future
Or just choose to stand still,
And let time slowly pass you by.

Question from Michael C. from Facebook.

#PoeticAnswers 22 – What’s In A Name?

Letters.
Carefully chosen and crafted
Like the bricks and cornices
Of a mighty religious building.
Arranged with precision and diligence,
Forming shape and definition.

Meaning.
Granting concept and context to you.
Something to aspire to,
Something that gives you definition,
A guiding purpose
Like a familiar light that leads you back home.

Power.
A name can be called upon
In times of love or trouble,
Bringing light or fear.
Or pleasure.
As they scream out your name
In lieu of their God.

Beginnings,
Because a name is a product of being born,
A nuanced newness, symbolic of birth and rebirth
The first step into building yourself
Or embracing the you you never knew.
A new chance at reality and physicality,
Your personal Genesis.

#PoeticAnswers 21 – Why Do I Buy Books Faster Than I Can Read Them?

In my room,
I have a portal to another world
And a solar system on my shelf.
A personal Eden
Built of recycled trees
And knowledge devoid of sin.

From whirlwind romances
To hideous creatures,
From nightmareish circuses
To heavenly prisons,
I have scoured, sought and salvaged
To create the greatest collection of all.

I am the Tolkein dragon of today,
But I don’t wear my leather-bound armour
And my treasure isn’t made of gold.
A modern day book-wyrm,
Fiercely protective and inherently selfish
When it comes to my “babies”.

They are more than just trophies,
They don’t just hang on my wall
Like a perverse, forgotten decoration.
Despite the landscape of spines
And the paperback mountains that litter the floor
I do pick up my portable adventures to the unknown.

I have dared to cross Charybdis,
And traversed the mountains of Transylvania,
I have sought sanctuary in the halls of Notre-Dame,
And battled basilisks and defeated death.
Stared down demon clowns and walked into the wild,
And despite the fear and danger, I always want more.

My vast wealth is now only measurable
In Penguin Classics and First Editions.
My desire for creativity without being creative
Has resulted in always wanting more,
A prison with bars made of pages,
A literal literary addiction.

So my wings, claws and eyes
Are always open wide,
Hunting for the next treasure
For my private and precious collection.
My hunger is ravenous, my thirst is unquenched.
No bookshop is safe.

Question from Audrey J. from Facebook