November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 24

Today starts our final week of this challenge. So, appropriately, I want you to write a hopeless or blues poem. We’re almost there, which is reason to celebrate, as well as reason to get the blues.


Here’s my attempt for the day:


Tokyo insurance blues”


Got a brand new home

stepped on by Godzilla
only to find that my home
insurance policy only covers
damage caused by Mothra

and Gigan. Also, my new car
was crushed by Godzilla’s tail,

which is covered, but only

on Thursdays, and it goes

without saying, that the damage

was done on a Wednesday

when I was working from

home. Of course, the office

building wasn’t touched,

so much for telecommuting.

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81 thoughts on “November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 24

  1. Terri Vega

    The Flowers’s Blues

    Woman you know the
    Delphinium but the Cornflower
    is callin’ your name
    Sea Holly it don’t care
    if your life is goin’ nowhere

    Bring home those Iris and
    Forget-me-not I love you like
    Veronica and Vanda she just
    flaunts her pretty petals
    but it don’t mean nothin’

    ‘cause standin’ in the
    Lavender the Canterbury Bells
    play a solo in my heart
    till you come home.

  2. AC Leming

    I felt the need to redeem myself…here it is again.

    Space walk

    A moment’s inattention
    and there goes her career.
    No more space walks.
    No more space.
    No more.

    Her grab and inch short, caught on tape.
    The most expensive space debris
    drifts ahead of the
    space station.

    with binoculars from terra firma,
    where she will witness all
    her fellow astronauts
    ply their trade
    from now on.

  3. Kate Berne Miller

    Nursing Home Blues

    Is it the right thing to do
    we argue over conference calls
    what to do, what to do with our mother
    she’s fallen again stubborn Helen won’t use
    her walker won’t stay put can’t stand up when
    they find her on the floor she says she’s just resting
    or perhaps looking for a stray sock some days she’s sharp
    remembering the past enjoying the present accepting the future
    other days she’s lost doesn’t know where she is thinks everyone
    plots against her just wants to go home it was hard enough to get her
    into this place where she’s safe and warm and fed food that’s not rotting
    in the refrigerator, away at last from the son who abused and stole from her
    now they say she’s too much work she needs private nursing at costs far above
    her meager means it’s a blessing Dad went quickly we each want so badly
    to do the right thing she can’t tell us anymore what it is she wants and we
    don’t like the sound of Nursing home but she needs too much help for
    any of us to take her in ourselves so we struggle daily with our guilt
    and our doubt and our love for her for none of us knows how to
    mother our own mother.

  4. k weber

    Yer Blues

    "I ain’t never loved but three men in my life:
    My father, my brother, the man that wrecked my life."
    — "Down-Hearted Blues" by Bessie Smith

    Bloated heart, the little
    dipper overhead

    Eye dreams and fluttered

    There’s a pity
    in your gut

    You’re wearing
    thin again

    Breathing men
    and eating dumb love

    Waiting hand over foot
    in your throat

    The big return
    doesn’t come

    Stop wanting
    and, for once, need

    Knead like a kitten
    on a sweatered bosom

    Grab the ghost
    with all paws

    Land on shaky feet; thank
    your equilibrium

    A friend again, your
    mind off nonsense

    Don’t waste your time
    in the trash

    Remember to write
    this all down

  5. S.E.Ingraham

    Laurie K – I was just browsing back here, reading poems I’d missed the first or second go ’round when I saw the posting about your dog. I’m so sorry; it’s awful to lose a pet at any time, but one you’ve had for 13 years, that’s particularly hard. Wishing you peace and less sorrowful times. Sharon I.

  6. Tyger Schonholzer

    I Might Sing the Blues

    I might sing the blues
    if I were from the Other Side
    and held my fist tightly
    around a status quo
    If I had five houses
    and sixteen cars
    and foreign oil dripped
    thick from my greedy fingers
    I might sing the blues
    if I were vested in this wretched war
    if not my life were at stake there
    but my livelihood
    With my hands I would strum
    rhythms in a minor key
    while my smoky voice
    rang out plaintively
    over so many whiskey glasses
    But because
    I wait for a brighter future
    for my country to stand tall
    among the nations
    Because hope swells sweet in my throat
    and catches my breath with a tight hold
    I stand silent under the stars tonight
    only in my heart a song of gratitude

  7. Juanita Snyder

    (ah, "Blues" are my forte….–spidey)

    gray matter
    by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    she moved from room to room, but no one noticied.
    a quiet, gentle ripple lost in a harbor busy with white noise;
    an unflavored gelatin nestled against the sarcastic indifference of chocolate;
    a path of white rocks always shrouded from the moon by a polluted fog
    she could never compete with.

    picked over, skipped over, do over, what difference did it make?

    in a matter of moments ~ it would be over.

    she would be gone,

    38 yrs suddenly relegated to a few simple teaspoons of gray matter
    splattered against a white stucco wall,
    latex hands all around her, probing.

    in a few hours, even that glory would be taken away from her as well.
    negated by a simple yellow sponge … and a bucket of water …
    a few swipes, a few missing atoms, and by morning,
    no one would even remember who she was.

    who’da thought life could be so cruel.

  8. Shann Palmer


    My words are awkward children
    haywire in a downtown music store,
    laying on the stomp box like a rock
    band heaven headed, song crazy.
    No discipline, it’s only a paper tune.

    They wail their colors, fantastic
    riffs galore and glamorous, blue
    bent under the weight of hard times,
    the kind in pictures in Life magazine,
    but they don’t know anything at all.

    Over in the corner a black-haired girl
    plays grey skies and once upon a time.

    People walking by stop, craving comfort:
    kisses in the backseat and Tangee lipstick.

  9. Shann Palmer


    My words are awkward children
    haywire in a downtown music store,
    laying on the stomp box like a rock
    band heaven headed, song crazy.
    No discipline, it’s only a paper tune.

    They wail their colors, fantastic
    riffs galore and glamourous, blue
    bent under the weight of hard times,
    the kind in pictures in Life magazine,
    but they don’t know anything ay all.

    Over in the corner a black-haired girl
    plays grey skies and once upon a time.

    People walking by stop, craving comfort:
    kisses in the backseat and Tangee lipstick.

  10. PSC in CT

    No time to read and comment — it’s WAY past my bedtime. Still nothing good to offer on this one, but don’t want to fall any further behind, so am entering this:

    Today I’ve got the blues
    Abandoned by the muse
    Though, honestly, I feel I ought to say
    These blues feel less like blue
    And more like gray. 🙁

  11. Mary K

    The Blues

    Some days feel hopeless
    I don’t know how i will survive
    one thing goes wrong after another
    I wonder how I can go on.

    There have been special challenges
    God has put me through and
    so far I think I am doing all right,
    I am not one to complain.

    I generally keep a postive outlook
    keep negativity at bay, I just keep
    plugging along, one day at a tune,
    though sometimes inside I cry.

  12. Rodney C. Walmer

    Thank you Laurie, and Michelle. I am sorry to hear about your loss Laurie. I know how hard it can be to lose a pet. I had to put down my cat back in May, I believe it was, I am still not over the loss. Every so often, I still just break down in tears when I think about her, and then can’t stop crying. I know real men don’t cry, but I do.


  13. Lori

    My Internet was giving me trouble yesterday but I did write this before midnight.

    when they call a code
    over the intercom
    from another floor
    our charge nurse goes while
    us regular nurses stay
    to hold down the fort
    they usually come back before
    anything happens too difficult for
    us to handle
    But this time she’s been gone 30 minutes
    the natives are getting restless
    because we know there’s only
    two reasons for a code to last that long.
    One, the patient was coming and going
    Two, it was a kid.
    She’s back now and
    her posture tells us that we need to
    hold down the fort for
    a few more minutes.

  14. linda

    Many of us just know each other from the April challenge. Through our posts and joking around responses, we’ve gotten to know much about each other. Patti and I are members of the same online writing group (one I formed after the April PAD since I am isolated here and needed the advice and encouragement of other writers). Some others, I believe, are also members of other writer’s groups in on the challenge. But for whatever reason people are here, we are like one big family once the challenge ends. So, let me say, welcome to the family!!


  15. Judy Roney


    I’ll never know why
    I know that now
    why my son chose to take his own life.

    I watch my husband in grief
    My daughter despair
    I stand and I look and I cry.

    Each day I still hope
    for relief from this pain
    that penetrates down to my core.

    Each morning I awake
    from a nightmare night
    and then he’s dead all over again.

    Each hour brings the knife
    cutting my heart out
    one tiny sliver at a time.

    I’ll bow my head now
    in submission and grief
    I’m too tired to fight anymore.

    You see I’m not human
    just a cavern of pain
    a tortured soul with no where to go.

  16. Nancy Posey

    Two Days Before Thanksgiving Homesick Blues

    I woke up this morning, rolled around in my bed,
    Yeah, I woke up this morning, rolled around in my bed.
    That train outside my window
    Sounds like it’s running right through my head.

    I squint at the clock, and it ain’t time for no alarm,
    No, I’m looking at the clock, and it ain’t time for my alarm,
    But I lost all my dream threads
    And I’m feeling too damned warm.

    Three o’clock in the morning ain’t the time to try to think.
    No, this time o’ morning sure ain’t the time to think,
    But as I sit in this hotel room,
    I feel my spirits start to sink.

    Gotta make some close connections to get myself back home
    Yeah, some mighty close connections just to get myself back home,
    As I’m running through the airport,
    I’ll be running from alone

    Right now all that I can think of is how to get back home to you.
    Just a few more hours, and I’ll be headed home to you.
    Once I get there, gonna stay there.
    Yeah, that’s what I’m gonna do.

    Nancy Posey

  17. Jolanta Laurinaitis


    Blue is the colour
    We enjoy daily
    And we trust our tranquility to

    A blue sky
    A blue ocean
    A duck egg blue
    A blue bird
    A blue bell

    Blue the legendery Joni Mitchell Ablum

    A midnight blue

    A blue jay
    A blue berry
    A blue whale

    A blue thundery sunset

    A sapphire
    Or some Aragonite, azurite or pectolite

    A blue moonshadow across your face
    The iridescent blue flash in Adderbolts wings

    But without the red
    Of love, energy, and strength
    The orange
    Of enthusiasm, determination, and encouragement
    The Yellow
    That generates the muscles to move
    The white of goodness
    And the Black of power
    And the Purple
    Of wisdom and magic

    Our green nature will never be safe
    And will never be able to heal
    We destroy our own rainbows…

    Now I’ve got reason
    To sing the blues.

  18. Peggy Goetz

    Well you asked for hopeless, so I tried to write the most hopeless scene I could! I hope no one is having a day like this poem!

    A World Less Hope

    No change possible,
    they said, all hope gone.
    It’s like my breath is sucked
    out now and I can’t quite get
    it back, each intake a labor.
    The world matt gray, heavy
    thick damp chill, no escape,
    drizzle that won’t stop for days
    and days and days, muddy shoes
    piled stiff by the door, iron cold
    grate, no wagging tail, no purr,
    silent phone. I’ve outlived
    everything I ever loved, everyone
    I knew. Trees are dying, plants
    pummeled flat. Soon that lump
    of moldy cheese will be my last
    bite. I wonder if the sun still shines
    somewhere, if the night’s still
    filled with stars. Rain beats harder
    and I know I’ll never know.
    No change is possible,
    all hope is gone.

  19. Peggy Goetz

    Question: Some of you seem to know each other. Have you just been posting with Robert for a long time or do you know each other from somewhere else? Is there a discussion forum in addition to this somewhere connected to this blog? Just wondering.

    You can e-mail me about this:


  20. patti williams

    Got one more …

    “I’m gonna love my baby
    When the lights come on, Hey!”

    Robert Ealey

    The blues, the darker side of music,
    Say the truth of what’s happening.
    The blues speak of
    Love and comfort, the
    Dark clouds a reflection of the

    The blues are a part of life,
    A part of wholeness.

    The blues are the good and the bad,
    The rawness.

    The blues are a part of history,
    The future.

    The blues echo our lives
    For evermore.
    Always, always, singing
    In the background
    Whether we want to listen
    To the song the band sings or not.

    They’re still there,
    Dancing, spinning, sliding on the stage
    Making life better for those brave enough
    To step out onto the dance-floor
    And try to find the rhythm of the song
    The band is singing,
    Just for the two for them.
    The one the angels requested
    They dance to
    Well into the night.

  21. Sara McNulty

    Robert, I haven’t read anyone’s except yours for now, and I’m loving it.

    I’m so blue
    down looks like up
    I’m ignorin’ my pup
    I can’t seem to write
    I ain’t got the sight
    I’m in my pajamas
    decorated with llamas
    I fear leavin’ the house
    though encouraged by spouse
    I’m lackin’ the steam
    to iron a dream
    I’m so blue
    I have no point of view.

  22. Paul W.Hankins

    I am late tonight. . .the boy had drum lessons and we ate out as family after. I don’t know if I followed the rules today, but I do have blue in my piece.



    So white:
    a flake that falls
    too early in the yard
    and settles in with the leaves
    in the front yard
    and all of its grand architecture
    bends and breaks into the grass
    and genuflects to the earth.

    So white:
    another flake that falls
    too early in the eleventh month
    onto the wet black pavement,
    and it becomes part of the sheen,
    the glossy deception of tar and stone,
    and now it is part
    of the hard surfaces that make a path.

    So white:
    they all fall down
    from a November sky
    and I feel as though it is almost over—
    thirty are survivable—we have done this
    six times, one after the other, we turn the page
    from the divergent colors of the leaves we miss
    to a Currier and Ives way of looking at the world:

    snow falling from a winter sky,
    and when they fall into my hand
    to be collected, I can see:

    they are so white they’re blue.

  23. LKHarris-Kolp

    Thanks Rachel and Earl!

    Rodney- I’m sad to say that my beloved yellow lab who was thirteen-years-old died today (sniff, sniff). She was a GREAT companion and gave unconditional love- just like your poem said. It really hit home with me today. Good writing!

    Laurie K.


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