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~

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

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

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.

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