#duplex poem

[spinderella-umbrella]

It’s National Poetry Month in America, and I’ve been challenging myself in the ☂ Little April Sonnets Fest (an Adult Fandom Project in server mini fest) to try as many formats as possible.

I’ve also been doing character studies on Peter 🥲.

Day 23’s format was Duplex:

The Duplicitous Nature of Peter Pettigrew

I wonder about the duplicitous nature of Peter Pettigrew

How he could possibly be the man Potter knew

He was a spy for years and no one knew

They trusted him enough to put their key in his hand

Not knowing that one day he would sever that hand

To raise a man by flesh, bone and blood

That the latter ingredient would be their sons blood

That the bones were relative to a notorious villain

How could anyone think he was not the main villain?

When he gave up a child to the enemy

When he gave up his friends to the enemy

He handed them over to be killed

And when he was caught he knew it was kill or be killed

I wonder about the duplicitous nature of Peter Pettigrew

[platonicpolycule]

A duplex poem for RFK JR

The worms in my brain make it hard to think

I think it might’ve been the pork I ate

I think it might’ve been the sushi I ate

But my bones are full of deadly metal

My bones are made of iron metal

I must be indestructible, immortal

Family is indestructible and immortal

It must be, right? No way we end

I must be right. No way this ends

Other than with the presidency

Other than the presidency….

Remind me, what was this all about again?

Remind me, what was this pill for again?

The worms in my brain make it hard to think

[whalespiel]

I Am Difficult (poem)

Reciting my first attempt at a duplex poem.

POEM TEXT 

Everyone knows I am difficult. 

Letting love go, that's my ritual. 

Bloodletting ghost as a ritual. 

Brothers care little for unimportant rage.

Don't underestimate my disorder's rage.

No one pray or beg me a blindspot.

No one plays pretend, just me with a blindspot.

Take your shot and remind me of my omen. 

Fake your shot and define me by your omen.

Lately, I've woven my feelings out of spite.

Lately, I've grown up, now all I feel is spite.

All my love, hate and questions: sitting too close.

I always fuck things up when I sit too close.

Everyone disown me. I am difficult.

[ideas-of-immortality]

I Don’t Write Poetry

I don’t write poetry about love

I write poetry about feeling

I write poetry about feelings

Good, bad, sad, all those emotions

I feel all those emotions

But love is complex

But love is complex

You say, but do you really understand

Eros, this you really understand

But the love of a parent protecting their child

Agape, unconditional love of a parent protecting their child

Comforting and embracing, as they grow up

Storge, supported by those around them as they grow up

Laughing and playing, childhood memories binding eternal

Philia, the bonds of brotherhood binding eternal

There are many ways one can love

What are the ways one can love?

Here is my way of love, through action not self-satisfaction

I give gifts because I want to, not for self-satisfaction

But you will not get a gift of poetic love from me.