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2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 10
Write a ‘going somewhere’ poem
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Going Nowhere
this poem is going nowhere
no way
no how
it is a stay-at-home
kind of poem
a curl up in its jammies
with a good book
kind of poem
its a quilt together warm
words kind of poem
a popcorn and hot chocolate
kind of poem
a hibernate until spring
kind of poem
in)Famous and possibly fictional encounters
Real toads are meeting up with someone ‘famous’
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Daddy and Vincent
Daddy was a frustrated artist
our house became his canvas
geometric designs in red and green
yellow and orange covered
the kitchen floor
always painting,drawing, doodling
one night, while cleaning
his brushes, adding more swirling streaks
of color to the basement wall,
there was a knock at the door
and there, outside, in the starry night,
was a man with one ear
It’s Odes, Poems of Praise, at d’Verse Poets Pub where Frank is tending bar
Ode To A Brave Warrior
there once was a brave warrior
who went boldly into battle
she faced her enemy with
noble determination
accepting each victory with
humble grace and gratitude
she was a kind and loving hero
with a hopeful heart
there once was a brave warrior
who fought with all her being
until the enemy surrounded her
and she moved on to join the
warriors who went before
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 9
Write a “(blank) if (blank)” poem
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art gallery
the moon doesn’t mind if the stars shine too
it happily shares the sky
with comet tails and
milky way
with asteroids and
space junk
with psychedelic northern lights
together they create
a midnight masterpiece
waiting for discovery –
if we look up
On Being You
you will not always be who/what you are right now
your twenty year old self is not your thirty year old self
and your thirty year old self is not your forty year old self
and it goes on …….
you do not have to stay what you are at this moment
whatever that might be to you
don’t get stuck
don’t label yourself
don’t limit yourself
grow
explore
fail
laugh
give up the things that don’t work for you
be willing to change directions
be willing to change opinions
be willing to accept the unexpected
include gratefulness in your life
for everyday, insignificant things
for others
for who you are
always be kind
there will never be enough kindness in the world
be truthful to yourself
be strong in your values – know what they are
love and you will be loved – yourself included
respect and you will be respected – especially yourself
reject the negative
it will only give you heartache
embrace the belief that there is good in this world
and be a part of it
seek joy
find peace
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© Candace Kubinec
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 8
Write a “thing” poem
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TP
so simple
soft white paper
wound up in a
perfect roll
taken for granted
until only your cardboard
core is left,
dangling
d’Verse Poets Pub – Lookin’ Up!
There’s something up there – Lillian has us star gazing through the Hubble telescope
Credit: ESA/Hubble; Raghvendra Sahai and John Trauger (JPL), the WFPC2 science team, and NASA/ESA
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Helloooo
it is a conundrum
of astronomical proportions –
when I put my eye to the eyepiece
peer into the heavens
searching for blackholes
poked into the fabric that
covers our planet
is there someone looking back?
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #44
De is getting a “kick” out of writing a Quadrille today
Here is my #2
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Stray Poem
this poem has been kicked
to the curb
locked out of
the house
shut down
dumped
its been rained on
stepped on
flung into a tree
covered with snow
abandoned like
a stray
until my heart
opened a window
and beckoned it
to return
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #44
De is getting a “kick” out of writing a Quadrille today
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Pricking of My Thumbs
it was a sharp kick(le)
in my pumped up ventricle
to discover you were fickle
it left me feeling sick(el)
and now I’m in a pickle
I’m left without a nickel
my thumbs begin to prickle
mixing up some chicle
turn you into pumpernickel
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How silly!
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 6
Write “praise” poem
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As A Child …..
I was not raised with lavish praise
Obeying rules – not an event
and being rude was not a phase
I was not raised with lavish praise
but curiosity always
received the highest compliment
I was not raised with lavish praise
Obeying rules – not an event
~~ here is my attempt at a triolet 😉
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