2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 22

Okay, the weekend was a little wild and unpredictable–from wiping out comments to not letting me post any prompts (and then eventually posting multiple prompts). Hopefully, we can get back to a little normalcy for the final week or so of poeming. Time to make a stand.

No, really, the prompt today is to write a poem that takes a stand. This could be a political stand, religious stand, personal stand, or I guess a poem about the ability to stand–or setting up a stand (think vegetable stand or newspaper stand, etc.). Whatever your thing, be sure to take a poetic stand today.

My own personal stand: Please play nice–everyone has their own stands, so please try not to stand on anyone’s toes just because your stand is different than their stand. Remember: We’re all poets here.

Here’s my attempt:


I never could do a handstand.
First, my body was always built
for running. It wasn’t until
high school that I could do pull ups,
not until college I perform
dips with my triceps, and by then,
I wasn’t properly balanced
to try lifting my inverted
body off the ground and holding–
fingers first and feet last. Not all
is lost. There’s something to be said
for keeping my feet on the ground
and viewing the world right side up.


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161 thoughts on “2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 22

  1. Sam Nielson


    A cold August day
    When the sun shines
    Only in broken shards
    I go fishing.

    You need a rod, line,
    A few flies and pants that
    You won’t get in trouble
    For if you get them wet
    Or muddy or maybe even
    Rip a little just on the top
    Of the calf. (That can hurt
    If barb wire causes the tear.)
    Can you say blood?

    This wet wading requires
    Little equipment beyond
    Your own two feet (maybe
    A felt sole to keep your
    Legs from going rubbery
    On moss covered stones.)

    Water too cold?
    Bah! after a few minutes
    Your extremities numb
    Sufficiently that you don’t
    Mind what kind of obsene
    Things the current-drug
    rocks do to your ankles.

    Life requires this kind of day
    Occasionally, proving the
    Exception to the point that
    If you aren’t good for something
    Then you are good for nothing.
    So give me a good-for-nothing
    Day to shiver wet and attempt
    To coax a few less educated
    Fish into biting where they
    Hadn’t ought to.

  2. Yoly

    How to Understand?

    I saw you on a Chicago street,
    and my mind stood up
    as if until then it had taken
    a seat on a bus with windows
    that held pale distances.

    My heart, buried in a 10,000
    page history book, looked up
    as its personal stand leaned in.

  3. ideurmyer

    Taking a Stand

    Soldiers stand at attention.
    We stand quietly watching the guard.
    Twenty one steps, click, pause twenty one seconds.
    Return twenty one steps, again, and again.
    Even eighty year olds stand during
    the ceremony of changing of the guard.
    Thousands of white crosses mark the
    resting place of those who took a stand.

  4. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    poetic stand
    by juanita lewison-snyder

    a poet since nine when she
    waxed a two minute crown
    about her poor dead mother
    and brought the whole house down.

    she realized the potential
    of a well chosen verse
    then set about careering it
    with ‘nuf words to fill her purse.

    she wanted to be famous
    she wanted to be loved
    she craved the adoration
    she wished on stars above,

    her ticket out of poverty
    her ticket out of shame
    her way out of the barrios
    her way to make a name.

    like her father before her
    a man with an underground press
    manipulating mass opinion
    with anti-government stress

    she vowed to change the world by
    exercising her father’s pawns
    in rhyme, in rhythm, in free verse
    to the uniform she now dons.

    i see my mother peeking
    overtop an wooden podium,
    hair combed back in silver,
    words as pure as sodium.

    © 2010 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  5. Terri French

    I look down at you
    from my pedestal
    and ask you to let me off
    I never asked to be placed there
    on display, held to some
    high esteem that I could
    never hope to live up to

    I cannot reach you
    from this lofty position
    So, please let me place
    my feet upon the earth
    and walk among those
    who are allowed to fail

  6. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    Stand By Me

    In time we read of the death
    of the man who was still known
    as the last Rajah of Denpasar,
    though he never ruled.
    We called him Bapah.

    As his family did. It was a word
    for Father, and he was Patriarch.
    He and Bill talked philosophy, sang
    old Dutch songs together. (Amazing
    to us, how many Indonesians
    had fond memories of the Dutch.)

    When Bapah went to hospital,
    Bill found him in pain on a thin mattress.
    ‘We’re not putting up with this!’ he said,
    went back to the hotel and ripped
    the comfortable one off his own bed.
    He marched back into the hospital,
    carrying it on his shoulder, lifted Bapah
    on to a chair and remade the bed.

    The old man recovered, and went on
    visiting in turn each of his five wives
    allotting equal time to keep the peace.
    ‘Have one wife only!’ he advised BIll.
    What Bapah really wanted
    in his old age, was to be a priest.

    It was years later we read
    of his cremation, and the tale
    of how he was found as a baby,
    only survivor of the mass suicide
    of his conquered family…. A gentle man.

    Re taking a stand, there are several in this poem.

    Note: The word for father is properly spelt Bapak, but we pronounced it as written here.

  7. Susanne Barrett

    I take a stand,
    a pain-filled one–
    a stand elemental
    and very, very basic.
    From sitting at the dining table,
    my hand grasping the crook
    of my cane, feverishly white-knuckled–
    crazily shaking as if Parkinson’s
    rather than Rheumatoid Arthritis
    grips me, I put weight
    on the cane and with
    great care and concentration,
    I rise to my feet.
    This simplest of actions for most
    can be the greatest feat of my day–
    a miracle of true consequence.
    Thus I take a stand.

  8. Dennis Wright

    I Agree

    I agree with the weeds,
    Growing through cracks,
    Appearing so naturally,
    In my blue stone walk.

    I stand on the walk.
    Bottle of spray.
    And trying so diligently,
    To get them to leave.

    As the years go by,
    Bottles will come.
    I spray so persistently.
    Yet they do not leave.

    I agree with the weeds,
    In my blue stone walk.

  9. Lauren Dixon

    E-Mail Rebellion

    I’ve asked for no more
    political e-mails, no more
    cutting unpleasantries,
    sent to me to tell of
    their direction, their
    agreements with things
    I don’t believe, their
    opinions, which is what
    they all are: opinions,
    that I would not, could
    not believe in.
    So there. It’s done.
    To the spam filter you go.

  10. Walt Wojtanik


    Grace and poise,
    amidst the noise.
    The others Palin
    comparison. Beauty
    and courage nurtured.
    Stepping and strutting
    not letting up for nothing.
    Dancing through the strain
    in pain, but determined
    to honor her partner unseen,
    but not forgotten.
    Patrick was smiling down as
    she accepted the crown.
    Nothing Dirty about her.
    Jennifer Grey takes the day.
    Nobody puts Baby in the corner.


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