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2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 1

The April PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge is designed to help poets do one thing and one thing only: Write more poems! The process of revision may go on for weeks, months, and years later, but this challenge is all about getting that first draft. Please poem along with us–either in the comments below or silently at home.

For today’s prompt, write a new arrival poem. The new arrival could be a baby or a person. The new arrival might be a car or other piece of technology. Heck, the new arrival might be an idea or poem. (Btw, if you’re a new arrival to the site and this challenge, take a peak below about commenting.)

Here’s my attempt at a new arrival poem:

“new girls”

new girls stop by every other week
it seems now she’s not paying attention
as if she cared they would quit arriving

quit driving her insane with their voices
rising through her wood floors batting their eyes
so hard she can hear them upon her door

to find his door is around the back way
o so sorry they say thinking who’s she
anyway only to then be replaced

by another before long as if she
even notices distracted as she
is by record albums and damn good books

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518 thoughts on “2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 1

  1. clarior

    ⠀⠀⠀⠀
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    ⠀⠀⠀⠀Let’s at least tape buds
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀on that tree that didn’t last…
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Make like spring’s coming.
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  2. bookworm0341

    OK. I have been doing the challenge since Day 1, but could not log on for several days to post my poems. I created a new username and voila! now I can get on :) It’s great to be back… all the talent that I have been reading… I’ve been so blessed by all of your poems! So here goes with my catch up posts:

    “New Arrival”

    My phone has been
    joined to my hip for days!
    Waiting.
    Watching.
    Hoping.
    Anticipating-
    her arrival.

    Aria Bernadette
    a song to my ears
    The 5th joy of my heart
    When I thought it could not
    hold any more love
    Only two days old
    Sweet little love bug
    Auntie loves all of her little “bugs”

    Dedicated to all of my nieces and nephews: Machaela (ladybug), Wally (fire fly), Willow (butterfly),
    Meadow (bumble bee) and now Aria (love bug)!

  3. conb618

    New Arrival

    Once he was our new arrival,
    scrawny, tiny, and pink
    next to his big brother.
    Another face, another link.

    He was the last piece of the puzzle.
    He made our family complete.
    He had his Momma’s smile,
    (but he had his Daddy’s feet.)

    He’s no baby anymore, of course.
    Although he once sat upon my knee,
    now he reaches things on the top shelf
    and hands them down to me.

    A letter came from the university
    welcoming their new arrivals to the school.
    He will soon be joining them.
    Passing time can be so cruel.

    Older brother has moved away.
    Our household now numbers three,
    but before long, there will be just two
    in our shrinking family tree.

    We are all of us coming and going
    with the arrival of each new day.
    Trying to find where we are supposed to be.
    Trying to find our way.

    I guess it’s his turn to buy a ticket.
    He has the big, wide world to greet.
    I take comfort in knowing he’ll do it
    while wearing his Momma’s smile
    and walking with his Daddy’s feet.

  4. Sharon

    Catching up

    First light

    The day arrives
    Am I ready? NOT.
    Good to go,
    Oh what rot.
    More to do
    Than I can take
    Less time to do it
    I’m barely awake!

    First light II

    From incandescent red
    Shot through with light
    Yellow orange bright
    Flaming across the dark of dawn
    First light pierced with an errant ray
    Changing hues, surging into day.
    Morning comes.
    Breathtaking.
    Awesome.
    Spectacular.
    Humbling.
    Invigorating.
    Inspiring.
    And I breathe anew.
    Today is mine.

  5. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    Schreiners
    by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    New catalogue in today’s mail —
    vast beds of bearded iris,
    in rainbow tinctures the gush factor of 10.
    Fingers slip and tremble
    at each turn of glossy-stock page.

    — Autumn Circus
    Blueberry Bliss
    Splashcata
    Cowboy Caviar —

    A little sun, a little drainage
    plus a haircut at summer’s end
    is all the maintenance needed
    (promises the ad) for a
    watercolor carnival ride.

    — Venetian Glass
    Grand Canyon Sunset
    Ravissant
    Cherry Blossom Song —

    Some are tall and statuesque,
    while others demure lilliputians,
    curlicues with color burst aprons
    and velvety throats fragrantly lit.
    Swirly petticoats further seal the deal.

    –Maui Moonlight
    Yaquina Blue
    Yosemite Nights
    Willamette Mists —

    Aristocrat rhizomes with multiple stems,
    garden bloom re-imaginings
    to rival any O’Keefe painting.
    Oh shimmery illuminatas,
    I simply must have you!

    © 2013 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  6. k weber

    make no mistake

    they put me into boxes
    with the throw
    pillows and all my shoes
    and even my only love
    was there to send me
    across that dirty, frothing river
    to make sure i didn’t drown
    the first time i crossed
    and crossed out
    state lines

    – k weber

  7. Jezzie

    New Arrival

    He’s arrived! I know he’s so full of fun,
    but start today as you mean to go on:
    put everything small out of his reach;
    and get some doggy rules ready to teach.
    Ignore his big brown eyes begging for more
    or he will put on weight, of that I’m sure

    You can take him with you to the pet store,
    but do not give him all that he begs for.
    All that he needs is food, love and walking
    and he’ll listen to you when you’re talking.
    He’ll need a nice warm bed in his own room,
    he doesn’t need to be in your bedroom!

    Put away those fattening doggy treats,
    keep him close by your side while in the streets,
    but you can let him run loose in the park,
    only keep him away from dogs that bark
    and make sure that you clean up after him
    and throw his mess into the doggy bin.

    You’ll have a good companion for life:
    he’ll stay by your side through every strife;
    he’ll be honest faithful, loyal and true,
    and he will watch everything that you do.
    Treat him well and you will get your reward:
    he will be your friend, your pet and your guard.

    Of course, my first poem for this challenge just had to be a doggy one, just after I lost one of my own dogs!

  8. finallyhereiam

    A new arrival

    A story

    Lo and behold, tis out of its fold
    The untold story, the details flowery
    Has everyone enthralled, no children bawled
    All are listening, hearing and feeling
    Their eyes are moist, and their lips in smiles fold
    At times they detest the humour so cold
    They cry out in Joy for the Hero’s winning blow
    Their hearts flutter and dip, at the story’s tenor
    They welcome this chance and in Fear they clamour
    In Happiness they hold hands, ride imaginary horses with valour
    With sketches etched bright in their hearts and their mind,
    They revel in this moment, t’was a story telling of a kind

  9. vsbryant1

    New Beginnings

    Today is the day of new beginnings
    New journeys, new roads, new experiences
    Today is the day for new joys
    New happiness, new sadness, new lost and new love
    Today is the da of new beginnings
    My day, your day, our day
    …a new day

  10. burrhead

    Your brother bought a shotgun
    Flat-black, short and menacing
    To kill an unknown threat
    To ward off ghost in the dark
    Things he cannot see
    Other people have them
    They say to protect
    He gave his new shotgun a name
    Called it Black Betty
    Not sure I understand

    I dreamt you leaned over
    Your sweater rose
    Exposing your delicate perfect skin
    But wait, what is this new thing I see
    Instead of a common tramp stamp
    You have a tattoo of a shotgun
    And lettering Black Betty
    Things are getting out of hand

  11. finallyhereiam

    A new arrival
    A Story
    Lo and behold, tis out of its fold
    The untold story, the details flowery
    Has everyone enthralled, no children bawled
    All are listening, hearing and feeling
    Their eyes are moist, and their lips in smiles fold
    At times they detest the humour so cold
    They cry out in Joy for the Hero’s winning blow
    Their hearts flutter and dip, at the story’s tenor
    They welcome this chance and in Fear they clamour
    In Happiness they hold hands, ride imaginary horses with valour
    With sketches etched bright in their hearts and their mind,
    They revel in this moment, t’was a story telling of a kind

  12. Roxy

    THE NEW GIRL

    I heard her cries
    right before sunrise.
    My baby girl had arrived.

    Joy swept through the entire room
    and I was so happy
    to have shared this experience
    yet again
    with you.

    The new girl in the neighborhod.
    A new girl they’d have to get used to.
    Another girl we’d teach to take over the world.
    The latest girl who’d taken our breaths away,

    Yes, she’s the new girl
    but probably won’t be the last.

    roxanah
    4/5/2013

  13. Feary

    Rebirth

    Would the caterpillar inside a chrysalis,
    Changing into a butterfly
    Be rebirth?

    Would a baby plant,
    Sprouting out of the fresh earth,
    Be rebirth?

    Would the sun rising up,
    Over our beautiful planet,
    Be rebirth?

    Or would it simply be
    the musical sound
    of laughter?

  14. EbenAt

    New Again

    Same streets
    More or less.

    That funky triangular building
    Erased
    for posterity.

    Black and whites
    are blue and
    You ain’t in ’em.

    This is
    a face transplant;
    same voice,
    different head.

    But the grass still
    knows me,
    And I,
    the hills.

  15. wordsweneversaid

    Arrival

    Show me a child who has asked that it be born
    into an aching grief that must then share its joy
    with too few whispered words once sung both clear and loud
    now left to hold a place for those who mourn
    a life and love that even death will not destroy.
    A sacrificial tapestry – word woven shroud…
    Wrapped warmly, yet – what peace is there to lend
    to loved ones huddled close beneath the coming cloud?
    What calm or comfort could it possibly employ
    save one – that death is not an end…
    Just show me that child.

  16. TheHopefulWriter

    “Death of a Son.”

    Everyone saw,
    Her eyes hollowing
    Her lips drawing thin
    She never used to be this way.
    But her dear son paved the way.

    She could feel him
    His fingers scratching its way across
    The empty crevices of her heart.

    He pours fire into her veins,
    And turns the whole world
    A shade insane

    Her screams crawl up her throat
    Up and out.
    He pulls tears out of her eyes,
    And words of spite from her lungs.

    Between her heart and her eyes,
    She tells everyone who will hear.
    The anger, the hatred,
    The mother of the fated.

    She’s a mother twice-scorned.
    With all the world to mourn.
    “It’s not me! I swear!
    It’s not me, It can’t be
    I don’t like this new me.
    Who is she? Who is she? “

  17. wordsweneversaid

    Arrival

    Show me a child who has asked that it be born
    into an aching grief that must then share its joy
    with too few whispered words once sung both clear and loud
    now left to hold a place for those who mourn
    a life and love that even death will not destroy.
    A sacrificial tapestry – word woven shroud…
    Wrapped warmly, yet – what peace is there to lend
    to loved ones huddled close beneath the coming cloud?
    What calm or comfort could it possibly employ
    save one – that death is not an end…
    Just show me a child.

  18. bellestarr12

    THE NEW KID

    It’s scary to be the new kid,
    to feel all those eyes on you,
    checking you out.
    Will they think you’re cool?
    Will anyone want to be your friend?
    Even if you are cool, you may wonder
    if you still will be, in this new place.
    It’s even scarier to think
    no one might bother to notice
    you at all, that you might
    have to eat your lunch all by yourself.

    It’s good to be the new kid,
    making a fresh start, with the chance
    to re-invent yourself as someone
    brand new, even to yourself,
    taking the chance to start over
    where no one knows anything
    about you except
    what you choose to tell them.

    It’s going to happen over and over again, you know,
    all your life, even when you’re old.
    Somewhere, sometime, many many times,
    you’re going to feel like the new kid.
    At least I hope so.
    New places, new people, new things to do,
    scary and exciting chances to start over,
    to become a new you in large ways and small.

    Change or die, baby.

    Inside your body, cells are constantly dying
    and new ones are being born.
    You’re going to be a new person anyway.
    You may as well enjoy it.

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