вторник, 5 апреля 2016 г.

April PAD Challenge Day 1

Day 1
Prompt: write a foolish poem
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Getting By

no, really, I am happy and I have
friends over like twice a week
you know me, I've never been weak
and days are tough only in the first half
when coffee runs out before thoughts do
hands of the clock are the only hands
that give me goosebumps, and the time stands
still as one leg instead of two
my pillow is perfectly dry, and my shoes
shine, clothes ironed like daily
and sunsets are watched without failing
it's nice for a change to be able to choose
between the first row and the back row
between Indian and Chinese
I only called this last time, please
don't be foolish, I've let you go

вторник, 9 февраля 2016 г.

April Challenge Chapbook 2015

I've finally done it! Hopefully this year April Challenge won't take that long, but so far here's a compilation of poems from April Challenge 2015. Enjoy! 

~Every line you read is a gift to me~

четверг, 28 января 2016 г.

April PAD Challenge 2015 Day 30

Day 30
Prompt: “Bury the (blank),”
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Lullaby to Hatred

Bury the words of the foolish youth
bury them deep under trash trucks
what would you choose over the truth?
peace of the mind or brass knucks?

Bury the heartache that you have caused
anger and broken rainbows
is it enough to be king of Oz
or do you need a backbone?

Bury the proud contemptuous look
stop writing scarlet letters
bury the meanings you found in a book
whoever told you you're better?

Bury the pictures of useless scorn,
weaponry of the network
bury yourself and then be reborn
shining new light through old murk

четверг, 21 января 2016 г.

April PAD Challenge 2015 Day 29


Day 29
Prompt: what nobody knows poem
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Stupidly

whenever it rains at night
I rush to the street, wrapped in sheets
on instinct, hoping you might be there
my sad prince in a wet tuxido

without watching your eyes
turn a little green as you wake up
I can’t enjoy this eternal game
of dark and light on emerging skies

my morning yogurt is tasteless
and there is no one to tell that a kangaroo
can’t walk backwards, or that Ron Barceló
is made very far from Barcelona

the clock is especially loud
when no one’s around but my sorrow
and I’m sorry for hating the coffee
a beige ghost of our orange past

I still prefer books in paper
the crunch of fresh lives between my fingers
I feel void when I have to listen
to the silence of computer screens

my own life is neatly stapled
to the memo board, no time to breathe
and no time to miss your steady heartbeat
against my ear at the break of dawn

April PAD Challenge 2015 Day 28

Day 28
Prompt: a matter/anti-matter poem
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Whole World


you could be made of anything
eyes of curious children
taps of an early rain on the door

letters chiseled on palaces
dyed in withering golden
lies on a summer portuguese shore

whispers talking of promises
names unspoken and olden
heat coming up from volcanic core

dreams in the hearts of Alices
holes and mirrors unfolding
rustles of future in tales of lore

you could be made of anything
matter does hardly matter
if I can live in the world of you

вторник, 12 января 2016 г.

April PAD Challenge 2015 Day 27

Day 27
Prompt:
a looking back poem.
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before leaving the museum of our lives
I look back at the shabby tapestry
where you smile breaks into pieces
like a withered dandelion in the fall
and a famished love sits on the bank
of a shallow river in salty loneliness
and chiseled over its weary face
is this poem of mine in purple

April PAD Challenge 2015 Day 26

Day 26
Prompt: take a word of two invented by William Shakespeare, make it the title of your poem and write your poem.


My take on the prompt is a little liberal. I took the final scene from King Lear and made and erasure poem out of it. I think this should count ;-) All credit goes to the beautiful, lovely William.
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Howl, men of tongues, forever!
Dead one lives! Dead as a stone lives!
Now, little thing, a hanging cross
is good, and good I see.
Follow no man, and let them think
we know what life shall taste.
Fools never pray, but you...
You see! This time we ought to live.