2011 April PAD Challenge: Day 10

For today’s prompt, write a never again poem. Maybe you’ll never again fall in love or never again tell a lie. Or maybe, just maybe, you’ll never again not write a sestina.(Like that? It’s a double negative.) Today, find my poem in the comments below.

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  1. Arrvada

    Never, never, never
    By
    Arrvada

    Never again will I
    Be slave to the image of nine to five
    Never again will I
    Do my hair and makeup to match
    What society says I should be
    Never again will I
    Be afraid to write the words
    That are inspired inside of me
    Never again will I
    Be afraid to live and to die
    Never again will I…

  2. Jolanta Laurinaitis

    Never again
    Will my mind
    Be as innocent
    As it once was
    Never again
    Will my hair
    Fall in wispy
    Golden curls
    Never again
    Will my chest
    Sit up tight
    Never again
    Will my legs
    Look like smooth
    Cream cheese
    Instead of cottage
    Never again
    Will I breath
    The last breath
    I just savoured

  3. Mr. Walker

    "Never Again"

    hearing that phrase reminds
    me of watching Jazz
    the film by Ken Burns
    where Dave Brubeck recounts
    the time when he was a boy
    growing up in Salinas

    and his father called over
    an elderly black man
    he employed on the farm
    and asked him to remove
    his shirt so his son
    could see the whip
    scars on his back

    and his father said
    this must never happen again

    it was that message
    shown by a loving father
    to his son who shared
    with tears in his eyes
    that lesson for us to hear
    that moved me most of all

    tears in my eyes too
    and it wasn’t about the music

  4. Sarah Joyce Bryant

    I Love You

    They are the words I’ve always wanted to hear and still you spill them
    as if they are worth nothing. What place must you go to conjure up
    the strength to say such things with nothing solid behind them, only air,
    forgotten after your next breath and yet I sit here, their sounds tumbling
    through my heart wanting to believe while my brain screams never again,
    never again.

  5. Salvatore Buttaci

    BEYOND RETRACTION

    it’s that old dejà vu
    tapping my shoulder again
    and I know damn well
    if it had a voice
    it would berate me
    for being stupid
    something I’ve been
    over and over again
    which I realize
    a step or two behind
    my stupidity
    when it’s too late
    to retract that word
    or that unkind deed
    or the look on my face
    hard and mean enough
    to lose me one more friend
    but I tell myself
    never again
    next time I’ll think first
    but when next time comes
    out of my mouth
    cruel words fly like hailstones
    and I’m waving goodbye
    or yelling to somebody’s back
    I didn’t mean it
    I’m sorry I said that
    I won’t do it ever again

    #

  6. Mike Bayles

    I’ll Never Kiss a Polar Bear

    I’ll never kiss a polar bear
    not in the tundra
    not anywhere.

    I’ll never hug a giraffe
    not around the neck
    the thought makes me laugh.

    I’ll never talk with a mockingbird
    never try to outdo its call
    I’ll never be heard.

    I’ll never trust a crow
    let it watch my jewelry
    such foolishness, I’ll never show.

    I’ll never love a hippopotamus
    as cuddly as he may be
    a hippopotamus, I’ll never trust.

  7. Margot Suydam

    Never Again

    Television light on
    a Saturday night,
    the home spun
    dinners forgotten
    for fried chicken, mashed
    potatoes, bland string
    beans and some sweet

    cake, our dessert,
    all served in a tin.
    And the small TV
    tables positioned
    close to the edge
    of our joint escape
    into the B-rated

    horror so popular
    when Nixon was
    bombing the shit
    out of people
    we didn’t know, and
    when the parents
    of everyone we did

    were leaving
    each other,
    that I can’t remember
    what scared us more,
    was more eery.

  8. Joseph Beckman

    2011 April PAD Challenge: Day 10
    Posted by Robert

    For today’s prompt, write a never again poem. Maybe you’ll never again fall in love or never again tell a lie. Or maybe, just maybe, you’ll never again not write a sestina.(Like that? It’s a
    double negative.) Today, find my poem in the comments below.
    .
    Never Again
    .
    Never again, no never again will I
    Dance with the moon, my hair in the wind
    as it blows and grows cold, from the salty sea,
    as it blows and grows cold deep within me.
    .
    Never again, no never again, will I
    Taste sweet nothings that youth can bring
    as it burns and passes years I can’t see
    as it burns and passes life before me.
    .
    Never again, no never again, will I
    Be that young soul, nor be so unkind
    to leave my love’s heart broken in three
    to leave my love’s heart so far from me.
    .
    Never again, no never again, will I
    Be not the man, nor the lover’s friend
    to love her and keep her, my heart is free
    to love her and keep her so close to me.
    .

    © April 10, 2011 by Joseph Beckman

  9. Earl Parsons

    Never Will I Ever

    Never will I ever
    Be hungry
    Or cold
    Or hot
    Or naked
    Or homeless again

    Never will I ever
    Cry
    Worry
    Want
    Doubt
    Or fret again

    Never will I ever
    Lie
    Hate
    Steal
    Covet
    Or lust again

    Never will I ever
    Be sick
    Or tired
    Or sore
    Or grumpy
    Or mean again

    And never will I ever
    Die

    Forever I will be
    In Heaven

  10. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    Never Again Love
    by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    Never again
    will I put my trust
    so blindly in someone
    other than myself,
    expecting more
    but getting less
    in return than
    I bargained for.

    Sometimes
    Love can overstay it’s welcome.

    © 2011 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  11. Kimiko Martinez

    WHERE TO?

    Where have you come from,
    young man? Weren’t
    you the boy whose curls

    I stroked and forehead I
    kissed, not so
    long ago, after a nightmare.

    Where have you gone, young
    man? Running so
    quickly into the world’s bosom,

    that temptress who will never
    love you, my
    little one, as I have.

  12. Laurie Granieri

    Never Again

    They pawed the jewelry,
    pocketed
    her diamond
    tossed
    dresser drawers
    to the carpet,
    spilling over,
    roughed up.

    The lamp shades are cocked
    right and left,
    like heads
    on broken necks.

    She’ll pack up
    35 years
    in this brick ranch,
    cram it all
    into a a garden apartment
    where birds alight
    on balconies and neighbors
    are nosy.

    She gives up
    the cats,
    but they will remain
    with her, open-eyed,
    like talismans,
    in the form of ceramic figurines.

    She’ll shed
    this whole place,
    shrug it off
    in one clean piece
    like old skin,
    except at night,
    when cats come
    in dreams,
    the porch swing scrapes
    the patio,
    the dresser drawers
    are tucked in their caves.

  13. Brian Slusher

    MAYBE ALL THOSE TV SHOWS

    beamed to our living rooms
    are now playing on some
    alien receiver 60 light-years
    off, where a multi-eyed
    monstrosity is lounging as
    it tries to understand the
    fashion sense of Star Trek
    or the frantic machinations
    of a biped they name Lucy.
    And in the years to come when
    they have seen the pastel
    flash of Miami Vice and
    noted how much autopsies
    and home makeovers
    dominate our imagery, they’ll
    seek across the vacuum in
    their gleaming space RV
    to find the source, a by then
    plundered and paved over
    rock where man has shot
    his final episode and only
    cockroaches well up
    to greet the cosmic tourists
    with stories not of Gods
    but of the ones they call
    the Un-antennaed, how
    these disconnected giants
    spent their lives staring
    deep into a box of light

  14. Sam Nielson

    Life In A Tree

    A juniper by the side
    Of the Jeep road flung out
    A hand to cut my head.

    I don’t remember blood,
    But pain, and Dad
    Arm wrestling that branch.
    It held tough, only cracked
    And drooped.

    At the doctor’s office
    Sterile paper drapes
    Over my face convinced
    Me I would die, one of those
    Perfectly understandable
    Irrationalities
    Eight stitches long.

    For years after, I watched
    That juniper with its
    Useless arm hanging there.
    I could imagine its glare
    At me. That branch a
    Touchstone of being,
    I’m here, you’re there,
    And we kept our distance.

    It died one summer
    Under the fell bulldozer
    Blade of the Forest Service
    Road cleaning gangs.

    For a lark I tried repacking it as a connected/linked shadorma. Only partially successful, I think.

    A juniper
    By the side of the
    Jeep road flung
    Out a hand
    To cut my head. I do not
    Remember blood but

    Pain, and Dad
    Arm wrestling that branch,
    But it held
    Tough, only
    Cracked and drooped. At the doctor’s
    Office Sterile drapes

    Of paper
    On my face convinced
    Me I would
    Die, one of
    Those perfectly understandable
    Irrationalities

    Eight stitches
    Long. For years after,
    I watched that
    Juniper
    With its useless arm hanging
    There. I could imagine

    Its glare
    At me, that branch a
    Touchstone of
    Being, I’m
    Here You’re there, and we
    Kept our full distance.

    It died one
    Summer under the
    bulldozer’s
    Fell blade, the
    Forest Service road cleaning
    Gangs.

  15. Paula Wanken

    John Pupo ~

    I loved "Aversion Therapy"…especially last stanza…how I’ve longed to take flight…maybe one day I will.

    (Hey…maybe that’s what I should have written my "Maybe…" poem about!)

    ~Paula

  16. Yoly

    Never again

    He walks in from an evening at his high school’s
    Spring fair with a content smile on his 16 year old
    lips, smelling like petrichor mixed with his favorite
    Axe scent: Kilo. He washed my car to earn
    a fun evening with friends.

    My lovely boy was just punting blood vessels,
    going for the record inside my globe.
    I ambled in every light with him in my
    arms- every umbra spread its wings under
    our sweet tempo and furious moods.

    Why did I let him grow past me in cleverness
    creativity and height? I know there wasn’t a choice,
    but if there was a way, would I have held my boy
    from being an almost magnificent man just to keep

    the cradle smell, the great need he had for me smell,
    the drunk-tired smell, the fair of our own smell?

    Giving birth to one’s child is a never to happen again
    miracle. But I find myself behind our birth order
    waiting for him to pick me up.

  17. Patti Williams

    I thought about it. I did.
    Our home was beautiful,
    It was everything I chose.
    The paint, tile and pool,
    Surrounded by paradise,
    All eclectically formed into
    My own private masterpiece.
    That is, except for him.
    He was the only selection
    That didn’t fit in,
    In fact he damaged the
    Foundation I built there.
    So no, never again.
    My home now sits vacant and
    Each time I drive by I feel
    The walls echoing my sadness.
    They miss us too.
    But never again will I dwell
    With the demon that almost
    Broke everything I love.

    What I love more than
    Anything resides with me
    In a small space we rent,
    Safe and sheltered from
    Crazy. But there is no denying,
    We would rather live in our
    Home. The one we built
    Together.
    We just can’t live with him.
    No, never again.

  18. mbschied

    Never again settle

    Settle once for the easy road
    the road always traveled by
    the pathfollowers
    not the
    pathmakers
    trendsetters
    miracle workers

    Settle again for the job
    the easy offer, the
    only one to say yes please
    to work
    to try
    to plan
    to lose it all one day shy

    Settle for the only option left
    settle for security
    but give up elation
    the euphoria of finally belonging
    sold for the price of a paycheck

    Refusing to settle for
    settling down
    unbearable need
    twists your psyche
    into something
    grateful for the slightest glimpse
    of interest
    but your shredded resolve
    rallies to defy
    expectation

    exceptions to the rule
    deserve greatness
    nice and ordinary can’t be
    undefinable
    making the choice to never again
    settle

  19. mbschied

    Never again settle

    Settle once for the easy road
    the road always traveled by
    the pathfollowers
    not the
    pathmakers
    trendsetters
    miracle workers

    Settle again for the job
    the easy offer, the
    only one to say yes please
    to work
    to try
    to plan
    to lose it all one day shy

    Settle for the only option left
    settle for security
    but give up elation
    the euphoria of finally belonging
    sold for the price of a paycheck

    Refusing to settle for
    settling down
    unbearable need
    twists your psyche
    into something
    grateful for the slightest glimpse
    of interest
    but your shredded resolve
    rallies to defy
    expectation

    exceptions to the rule
    deserve greatness
    nice and ordinary can’t be
    undefinable
    making the choice to never again
    settle

  20. Deb Brunell

    What I’ll miss

    Never again shall I see
    a blood red moon
    touch a sapphire sea
    or on a crisp night
    hear chirps sweetly sung
    as earthly colors orange and brown
    are chaotically flung
    Never again in your eyes shall I stare
    melt under warm lips
    run fingers through your hair
    I smile and whimper inside
    as I say my last goodbyes
    to a world so enchanted
    A world I took for granted

  21. Virginia Snowden VSBryant

    Never Again

    Never again, will I cry
    Never again, will I let my love die
    Never again, will I be the welcome mat
    Never again, will I let another hurt me so bad
    Never again, will I love and fall so hard
    Never again, will I give my all with nothing in return
    Never again, will I be blind
    Never again, will I cry

  22. Laura Kayne

    Never Again Will I Get Married

    Never again will I get married,
    Not because I’m taking a stand
    Again a legal union.
    But because I couldn’t imagine
    Marrying anyone but you,
    And I already stood by your side,
    One day in September,
    While we both said ‘I Do’
    And changed our lives forever.

  23. Hannah Gosselin

    Sara V., Your very welcome and thanks to you for the congrats!! We’ve a long way to go on this teething road but maybe I’ll remember some tricks or learn some new ones to ease the pain. 🙂

    Smiles,

  24. AC Leming

    Halley’s Comet

    dust in the middle of space,
    ice imbued, curving its elliptical
    course along our solar system.

    Never again will I see her light
    the night sky.  Never again will
    I feel awe.  Never again feel

    her reach back into the dark
    and fulfill her promise of good
    luck or portents of ill.  Never

    again will she fill me 
    with desire, to follow her 
    trail into the darkness of space.     

  25. Melissa Rossetti Folini

    Couple days late but here it is!

    "Never Say Uncle"

    No matter how hard the arm twist
    No matter how hard the hit
    Never say "Uncle," Don’t you dare quit!
    No matter the hurt, the disappointment, and fear
    No matter how many negative thoughts pass your ears
    Don’t you dare give in, this could be the year!
    No matter the excuses which you try and call "reasons"
    No matter how low your self-esteem falls
    Don’t you dare think of stopping until you’ve given your all!
    No matter that you think you are all isn’t enough
    No matter that you think the going is too tough
    Don’t you dare let yourself fall
    EVER
    without getting back up!

  26. Hannah Gosselin

    SON

    First moment
    when our eyes met,
    I could relive
    for eternity.
    That pure,
    life confirming
    moment when
    we became two,
    bonded forever.
    I’ll always remember
    but it will never be again.

    © 2011 Hannah Gosselin

    Smiles,

  27. Hannah Gosselin

    SON

    First moment
    when our eyes met,
    I could relive
    for eternity.
    That pure,
    life confirming
    moment when
    we became two,
    bonded forever.
    I’ll always remember
    but it will never be again.

    © 2011 Hannah Gosselin

    Smiles,

  28. Daniel Ari

    "Carry nothing"

    Never again to expect
    would be a trick:
    never to take
    “I promise” as a fact.
    The world doesn’t work
    by vow. It quakes
    out of the tracks
    we project.

    Power outage.
    Heart stoppage.
    Battery loses charge.
    Penny derails a carriage.
    Courier delayed by roguish eyes.
    You know things change.

    So never again to expect
    or to feel rejected
    by the fictions
    we design to project
    tomorrow: that would make
    a sweet trick.

    DA

  29. Mariel Dumas

    Discernable Difference

    Faithless
    Too disposed to unrest
    Bleeding waves through cotton fields
    Forefinger on a string like dagger-pain
    Walking short steady steps without looking up
    To see what lights the world from the unseen:
    A strumming, pounding, ready heart:
    To fall so far from grace never again.

  30. Marcia Gaye

    Osteoporosis and Herniated Discs

    Never again will I parasail
    above sea turtles in the ocean;
    Never again will I skip rope
    alone or in double-dutch fashion.

    Never again will I dance hip-hop
    spinning on my head —
    but I never did that anyway, so
    let’s say jitterbug instead.

    Nor will I salsa or rumba or samba,
    nor Charleston or east coast swing,
    nor round dance or square dance or Highland fling.
    I’ll never again get to do such a thing.

  31. Pam

    Just wanted to send shout-outs (as the kids say, or said 10 years ago!) to Andrew Kreider and Stephen Whitaker, whose poems really stood out for me today. (Not that I read every poem, by a long shot.)

  32. Katrin Talbot

    Prompt: Never Again…right after I read this prompt, I learned of a friend’s sad news, But there she was in the front row of a Bach concert I was playing that afternoon, and I wrote this during the first half of the concert, as I sat listening (NOT performing!) and watching her…

    She can’t say
    it’s back for
    the second time,
    because since Friday,
    she carries around that
    blasted diagnosis
    … Third Time
    Breast Cancer,
    like a cereal box compass

    And she is,
    two days later,
    in the front row
    of the audience,
    drinking in
    a harpsichord concerto
    like she might never
    hear such sense again

    Her journey ahead
    has no road maps,
    and there are brambles ahead,
    but right now,
    there is only
    sweet sweet
    music

  33. Zeb

    In the eternal battlefield known as the garden
    I plant out scarlet geums and divide purple astrantia
    I pot up feathery lime fennels and tender daisies
    my plant choice dictated by the combatants
    Slugs, vermillion lily beetles, snails, chafer grub
    leatherjackets, waiting for tender dahlias, tiger lilies
    unfurling hostas and young tender buds.
    Half hidden in the blossom
    the jackdaws toy with the darkest pink flowers on the crab apple
    the pigeons haunt the hawthorn, the blackbird waits for the blueberries
    and the first fruits of the amalanchier
    Never again will I plant out zantedechia or yarrow
    They can wait, they can hope, those munching little beasties;
    the sawfly on the Jacob’s ladder shred the leaves like so much old silk rotting in the sunshine
    the blackfly multiply layer upon layer on the cardoon’s juicy fronds,
    I wash and soap and spray and flick.
    My fingers get sticky with aphid blood
    The snails get hurled into the street and take their chances
    with the traffic, apparently they always find their way back
    We need the toad known as Toad, the OO7 of the garden.
    We need him now. Never say never again.

    April PAD Day 10 For today’s prompt, write a never again poem.

    A bit rough and a bit late. So it goes.

  34. Pam

    Caught up at last….

    Professor

    Blond and dashing when I was nineteen-timid–
    I was brittle as locust shells, I was bleeding
    like wet candyfloss–he wrote that I was one
    who should “go on.” Someone who believed
    I was a poet. It took more than twenty years
    to sink in. (Sometimes, truth be told,
    it still rises, evaporates, until the next rain.)

    Now I’m firm but not hard. I bend; every breeze
    isn’t a bullet to my heart. Now I see him again,
    and still learn, but what hurts isn’t my pain
    but his. Professor, seventy-five, each spot
    on the skin a possible postmark from the reaper.
    Still a marathon poet, a great mind, never again
    to tie his own shoes.

  35. Nancy J

    Never Again

    “Of course, I’d be happy to help.”
    The new project starts small,
    but, like kudzu, it grows exponentially,
    twice the problems, three times the effort,
    four times the work, and when it is over
    I vow, for the hundredth time,
    "Never again."

  36. Gloria Bostic

    Better late than never??? 🙂 I went out of town and couldn’t post this yesterday, but here it is.

    Never Again

    He pushed from the table,
    No chips to cash in,
    Walked toward the door
    Saying never again…

    With paycheck all gone
    How could he explain
    To his wife and his kids
    That he knew he would win…

    Filled with remorse
    He walked toward the car,
    But stopped when he saw
    Something green near his door.

    Three gorgeous green bills
    Worth one hundred each,
    A bit of salvation
    Placed within reach.

    With bills in his pocket
    And hopeful once more
    Headed back to casino
    And flew through the door.

    Forgetting his promise
    Of never again,
    He asked for more chips
    Knowing this time he’d win.

  37. Kit Cooley

    Thank you, Marian. My maternal grandma has been gone since 1999, but I miss her all the time. My mom gave me her sewing machine, and it will be repaired. My paternal grandparents are gone, too. I remember them fishing for walleye and perch in their boat on Lake Erie when I was young.

  38. Marian Veverka

    Hi All

    Kit Cooley, your "Missing Grandma" brought tears to my eyes (I remember helping daughters & grand-daughters on the sewing machine. But that’s all gone & put away. The new generation doesn’t sew.) guess my poems are too old=fashioned. Nice to read what the younger generations are doing. Keep up the good work!

  39. Andrew Kreider

    Janet – thanks for your response! That interaction with my teacher has stayed with me for a long time – as you say, much analyzing can keep joy out… I am less and less convinced that being wise means being worldly-wise and heavy-hearted. Time for the joyful wise to rise up! 🙂

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