2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge Days 1-7

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andreabadgley
 
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Re: 2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge Days 1-7

Postby andreabadgley » Thu Nov 08, 2012 8:11 am

Day 2: Full moon Haiku

Violet hills at gloaming,
my shoulders shiver
bare branches rattle

Day 3: Write a poem that scares you

Black crow perches
on a bone white branch.
Watching.

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Re: 2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge Days 1-7

Postby thinkinabouthim » Thu Nov 08, 2012 10:22 am

Thanks so much for the feedback!
I love short poems as well!

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Re: 2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge Days 1-7

Postby thinkinabouthim » Thu Nov 08, 2012 10:24 am

MeenaRose,

They are amazing!!

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Re: 2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge Days 1-7

Postby susan budig » Thu Nov 08, 2012 12:51 pm

<u>Writing Circles</u>

I could write about anything!
What pops in my mind is blue
A helium balloon on a string
Picasso colored bamboo

What pops in my mind is blue
Neil Diamond on my radio
Picasso colored bamboo
The iridescent feather of a crow

Neil Diamond on my radio
The eyes of Harry Chapin
The iridescent feather of a crow
Now the circle will begin

The eyes of Harry Chapin
A helium balloon on a string
Now the circle will begin
I could write about anything!

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Re: 2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge Days 1-7

Postby aleeimperial » Sat Nov 10, 2012 6:07 pm

Alegria Imperial

Day 1: match

a spark
on a match stick
the flame
so brief to catch an eye
long enough for a kiss

Day 2: full moon

full moon
the throb of rubies
on her eyes
his gaze distant from mine
where waves drown in pain

Day 3: scary

we woke
to a dawn washed
by November crows
the carillon hour
bursting elegiac notes

mother dons a mantle
laced by flattened butterflies
ties her black ribbons
buttons her boots
she takes our strings

i see a blade of light
from the keyhole
a stab on the cat’s eye
on my foot a drop
of scarlet tears

mother pulls us
by the knots on strings
tied to our joints
we jingle as we walk
on damp deserted streets

wrapped in mist
we find the church dark
veiled in groaning
heads nodding suspended
their bodies absent

i scream
mother melts with the candles
our strings on her hands
burn inch by inch
consuming us i scream

again but mute
in my ear a banging voice,
wake up, Jan, you’re dreaming
mother wears her hair in braids
not a lace mantle

go back to sleep
her cool hand on my cheeks

Day 4: just beneath

there the sky turning copper
while just beneath my window the growl
of a dumpster pouring beaten gold
leaves once robust summer oak trees
had shed in the process of dying

beneath unconcerned clouds
such indignity of burial rites for autumn’s
fallen crown so unlike the kings’
in fineries of woven silver such blinding sheen
to deflect their spirit’s filthy stain

I wish for blinders that I might not find
what’s just beneath the unseen in words
like colors that fade once named and falsehoods
lurking behind truths in affectations of winds
so easy to misconstrue as whispers

just beneath my window

Day 5: text message

stuck in traffic
beside me an elderly woman's scent
soo whatdya call...

excuses as usual
clobbered by rotting roses?

no wish they are
but can't figure out
anway be there in

take forevr i'm now a ghost anway
died waiting hours ago

so so sorryyy ohhh
shhh..rt three wheelchairs
comin' up more mins wasted

don;t care
rot with the camellias

yes, yes that's it...
i'm dying from more smells
now it's garlick-y

get fried
my batt's blinking

wait wait
just a block away
don't blink out

black out i mean
a baby's cryin frm all
that smell methnk

.....bbb

Day 6: right and left

hands point
the opposite way
as if turns matter
where wind gusts
fell us the way
they do trees

we plop on the right side
of our brain in choosing with minds
rusted in self importance

hands pointing
merely raise our blinders
where otherwise
soothed in half-twilight even
in sun patches we create
we soak in but wearing shades

we float on the left side
when choosing to step into the loam
of our dreams yet lost to others

who are we in between?
we swing from side to side
forever unknowing
is it right to veer left or is left
the road to our fears?
and yet

our eyes stay
the straight course but then again
within, we stray

Day 7: circle

Together
The leafless willow
And the old moon
Twirling a tango
This evening of relentless
Returning together
The leafless willow
And the old moon
Circling a sky
This evening of endless
Dreaming together
The leafless willow
And the old moon
Reflecting each other
In the old well
The leafless willow
And the old moon
Together

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Re: 2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge Days 1-7

Postby tunesmiff » Mon Nov 12, 2012 11:13 am

My Day 6 response (2-fer Tuesday - write a right and/or a left poem...)

and while I'd love to blame it on the system, I think I'll follow my own advice here...

g

________________________________________
SOMETIMES THE RIGHT THING
(IS THE ONLY THING LEFT)

(c) 2012 - G. Smith (BMI)
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She was right,
When she left me,
At the end of the bar;
And there was nothing,
Left to say,
To make things right.
I was close,
To the edge,
Then I went one step too far,
Now it looks,
Like I'll be all,
Alone tonight.

And sometimes the right thing,
Is the only thing left;
After everything else,
It may be hard, but it's best.
Two sides to one coin,
They both come up heads;
And sometimes the right thing,
Is the only thing left.

I found my heart,
Where I'd lost it,
In the palm of her hand;
And there was nothing,
I could do
To make her see,
It was hers,
And so am I
And I would kneel to make my stand.
I'd take it all back,
And give up everything,
If she would still love me.

And sometimes the right thing,
Is the only thing left;
After everything else,
It may be hard, but it's best.
Two sides to one coin,
They both come up heads;
And sometimes the right things
Is the only thing left.

Most times the right thing
Is the only thing left.

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Re: 2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge Days 1-7

Postby starvingpoet » Thu Nov 15, 2012 1:48 pm

day 7 prompt - write a circular poem

Man in the Moon

I saw your face
In the moon last night,
Hiding in the luminous shadows,
Watching over me
From the far off reaches
Of the past,
A secret presence offering
Faint comfort to a wistful heart,
And I can’t help but wonder
If you know I've seen you there
Hiding in the shadows of the moon…

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