2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 24
Write a “how I’ll be remembered” poem
—
Remember Me
a book
a cat
a cup of tea
a smiling heart
an open hand
some garden dirt
beneath my nails
a flowered pen
a simple poem
A place for poems and pics
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 24
Write a “how I’ll be remembered” poem
—
Remember Me
a book
a cat
a cup of tea
a smiling heart
an open hand
some garden dirt
beneath my nails
a flowered pen
a simple poem
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 23
Write a ‘preface’ poem
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A Just Plain Poem
this poem has no prelude
no coming attractions
no preface
there is no poem trailer
to build suspense
no liner notes
this poem is a bold
and daring
in-your-face poem
a laugh-out-loud
cry-me-a-river
mess of a poem
a heart of stone
filled with marshmallow
softy of a poem
a tell-you-a-story
tuck-you-in-bed
sweet dreams kind of poem
this poem is a kiss-
on-the-lips
heart-on-its-sleeve
just plain
in love with you
poem
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #45
Mish is throwing rocks in the Pub today
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Heart of Stone
what i know about rocks could fill a
rocket
or not
i know they can be thrown
and skipped
dug up
and buried
painted
sometimes they rock when
stepped on
what I’ve learned about rocks
is that they hold great mysteries
in their hearts
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 19
Write an ‘abundance’ poem
let’s make it abundantly clear ….
this poem is not endowed
with an abundance of
grace
it sometimes trips
over its own unrhymed
feet
it often speak its mind
and ends up bold faced –
underlined
italicized
this poem gets lost
and scared
and sheds tears in
public
but this poem is honest
and true
it is in love with the moon
and stars and
you
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 18
Write a ‘good for nothing’ poem
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Hopeless Romantic
this poem is a romantic
counting the ways
strolling in the moonlight
plucking daisy petals
this poem still uses words
like swoon and beloved
and believes candle light
makes all the difference
some say it’s a
good for nothing poem
a dreamer
a time waster
but this poem
walks to the beat
of its own heart
makes its own music
loves as if the world
might end
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 17
Write a ‘what I meant to say’ poem
I wrote two.
~~
Wait!
I him-hawed and stuttered
blushed and teared up a little
whispered and coughed
as you turned around and
stomped away
I meant to say
“Come back.”
—
Just a Whisper
this poem never meant to say
“I love you”
or even
“I really like you” or
“call me”
but the moonlight had
smoothed out all
it’s rough edges
and the heart of this poem
began beating a beat
it had never beat before
it looked in your trusting eyes
finding the soul of a mate
and this poem whispered
“I love you”
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 16
Write a poem to the world
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A Mended World
you wear peace like
a gauzy veil of
muted colors
beautiful
fragile
and we create tiny
pinpricks of anger
and discord that threaten
to rend it to pieces
yet somehow
you manage to mend each hole
each troubled soul
weaving new colors
into the fabric of peace
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 15
Write a “ Strange (blank) poem
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Strange Enough
this poem is a little strang(er)
than most
sitting in a corner
scribbling
nibbling
on the nub of a pencil
talking to itself
laughing
sighing
crying
rolling itself up
into a ball
real small
until it disappears
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 15
Write a “ Strange (blank) poem
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Strange Thoughts
What strange thoughts roam
freely through your mind
when you are stuck all
alone in a small room with
nothing to read
wearing a paper robe
sitting on a kind of table
lined with white paper
that crinkles with every shift
of your weight
Thoughts like – when does something
cross that fine line between
vintage and
tacky
and what could they possibly
keep in all those
cupboards
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 14
It’s Two-For-Tuesday again.
write a sonnet or another traditional form – or not
~
Write or Flight
this poem is in hiding
until its fear of
con-form(ing)
passes
it is considering
hermit-hood
peaking through a
gap in the curtains
waiting for this
form(ula) of cadence
to march away
leaving it in rhyme-less peace