April PAD Challenge 2015 Day 25

Day 25
Prompt: an across the sea poem. This could be a love letter, an electronic submission through cyber space and time, or a travel poem (by air or sea, though probably not car).
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Broken Record

The voice of earth is quiet
agonizing, dreadful
each time I put my ear to its cheek
I feel the chills run up my spine
with every word it speaks

The voice is of an ancient
siren: slow, enthralling
there's nothing I can fear more than that
untamely cry, unending call
a steady tat-tat-tat

A sacred earthly mantra
never changing music
each time I listen in to understand
I hear no words, but my heart bleeds
the chords unto the land

April PAD Challenge 2015 Day 24

Day 24
Prompt: moment poem
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When I stopped on my way home to watch a sunset

(poetic form: minute)

imagine that: a crimson sky

the nature's dye

and I, in awe

unkempt and raw

a moment's worth a life of dawns

when sunset yawns

in hues and lights

it paints and writes

a minute after all goes dark

the night is stark

and I go on

the moment's gone

April PAD Challenge 2015 Day 23

Day 23

Prompt: a historic poem.

By way of comment, I'd say there's a feel of history to the poem, rather than direct historic connotation or any connection to a historic event. The atmosphere around two people in the poem is created in a way of a 'stage' on which you can put any two people, whether lovers or otherwise, in your imagination.

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Ennui

and if you never see the light of day
when lips are tight, and hope is safely locked
behind them, wincing like a cornered prey
my arms are open, I’m your toughest rock


where night meets death, and you stand inbetween
your lips go white, your hands ball into fists
the future in your eyes, a mere sheen
my open arms are bleeding at the wrists


when you can see in every aging man
yourself and stop to check if you still breathe
that day the war is lost forever and
my arms will close around you in a wreath

April PAD Challenge 2015 Day 22

Day 22
Prompt: nature poem
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World’s Song

the world is beautiful. again
and it sings as I wake
the music welcomes new day when
it’s about to break

the sea could sweep away the town
yet it rolls with a yawn
the clouds, cute as they’re now
are indelibly strong

the wind could tear me apart
but it lulls through my hair
the sun… where do I even start?
dances out of its lair

I walk the ground like all men
feel it moan and ache
and I’m reminded again
all it takes is a shake

April PAD Challenge 2015 Day 21

Day 21

Prompt: Write a “what you are” poem, or…    

Write a “what you are not” poem.

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Waxing and Waning

two candles I saw once in church

one melted around its black wick

the other untouched, a proud stick

and people always chose the scorched

I took the orphan, kindled it

I don’t even know why I did

the two were alike, both without flame

yet candle put out isn’t the same

as candle forever unlit

April PAD Challenge 2015 Day 20

Day 20
Prompt: My (blank), the (blank),.. .
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Senility

my God, the world has grown old!
mountains fall, the strongest fall apart
rivers go dry, all memories dry out
new saplings come, young offsprings come about
where years end, a time lapse gives a start
so few grew wise, the rest grew fast and bold
the story goes on untold

April PAD Challenge 2015 Day 19

Day 19
Prompt: an authority poem.
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Authority

(poetic form:Interlocking Rubaiyat)



the perfect buzzing of a hive
where labor and submission thrive,
and procreation is the aim;
a perfect allegory of life.

there's no love, there's no shame;
the endless circle of a game;
no winners, prizes or applause:
some lose it all, no one to blame.

each fighting for a common cause,
each needing purpose, seeking laws.
along the blade of someone's knife
each walking straight without pause.

why acting up? why start a strife?
when instinct is the only drive,
a beehive never comes to war;
a measly allegory of life.