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2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 18

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, take the phrase “I Am (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: “I Am Superman,” “I Am Wonder Woman,” “I Am Out of Nickels,” “I Am Running Low on Patience,” and so on.

Here’s my attempt:

“I am the laundry basket”

you left at the laundromat
unattended, empty, and vulnerable
to the late night thugs who tossed me around

and ultimately broke me.


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248 thoughts on “2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 18

  1. cstewart

    I Am

    I am taking the time to write this poem,
    So that I can learn all about myself,
    And how to put that into writing.
    Though it may not sound like me,
    Or feel like me to you as you read,
    It is the essence of myself in letters.

  2. LCaramanna

    I Am Dancing With Daffodils

    Daffodils dressed in yellow finery
    gathering in my garden and
    dancing the East Coast Swing.
    The wind chimes’ whimsical tune swooning me,
    enthusiasm consuming me.
    Suddenly, I am dancing with daffodils.

    Lorraine Caramanna

  3. PKP

    I Am – the one waiting in the wings

    I am
    The one
    You never
    Since your promise
    In the sweet
    Whispers of
    Darkness that
    You surely would
    For me

  4. Nadienne

    “I Am Not Purple Hair; Nobody Is,”

    she said, pulling the denim of her jeans taut to decrease wrinkling. I don’t know how her long, long painted nails didn’t crack. Her hands didn’t look suited to anything practical like folding clothes at a laundromat. Why she lingered, folding in this public place, I wondered. Perhaps for company. Perhaps for the audience. Perhaps to escape screaming kids, a video-game-playing (not-so-) significant other. She laid her eyeliner on thick. My hands shook as I carefully pushed quarters through the dryer’s slot.

  5. Yolee

    i am Grateful

    my parents’ spirits dwell
    in the hearth of their bodies.
    i can run to and walk from
    their heart’s embrace.

    i wear their hold like
    a supernatural fragrance,
    and engage it to improve
    the posture of life.

  6. EbenAt

    I have no form
    no content
    no being
    without input

    Cobain roared
    ‘Here we are now,
    entertain us;’
    I’m ready.

    Fill me.
    Bring me

    I am
    a blank page
    for Rorschach.

  7. Linda Voit

    I am Fifty, and That’s Just Fine

    Seven years ago near Hyde Park
    Grandma in her early 90’s leans
    on my arm as Londoners
    outpace us and says wistfully
    Oh, to be in my seventies again!
    Seven words, and my aging
    paradigm shifts for good.

  8. finallyhereiam

    I Am a Dreamer

    Watch your words, and watch your steps
    Hold that spite!
    Shove that nay out of sight.
    I thrive on you, your words and actions.
    I feast on promises, on tomorrow, on Hope.
    A strong Faith, can, a mountain move,
    A potent Will, will all barriers remove

  9. Glory

    I Am the Dream

    I am the dream, I am the one
    haunts every dark night hour
    until comes the dawn, the beams of the sun
    to drive out this dream –
    no never.

  10. vsbryant1

    I am

    I am the keeper of all that is called home
    I am the master chef
    I am the doctor
    I am the cleaner
    I am the one who wipes the tears
    I am the keeper of all that is called home
    I am the mother
    I am the wife
    I am the friend
    I am the fighter
    I am the one who carries the heavy load
    I am the keeper of all that is called home
    …and I won’t have it any other way

  11. Margot Suydam

    I’m still here trotting downstairs
    to meet your breakfast of blood

    sausage and eggs well scrambled
    your newspaper is already folded

    back to reveal yesterday’s stormy
    sky, the debacle we watched spin

    until we escaped to fling savage
    on a nearby church swing to sail

    beyond what we could undertand
    no doubt, you’re sadder than I’m.

  12. PuffofSmokePoems

    I Am

    taller than I pictured
    and sudden as the spearmint
    growing wild at the edge
    of this careful garden.
    I am strolling up to the door
    of my next life,
    the third date with myself,
    I’ve charmed myself
    as best I can,
    smiled as I wove my story
    kept my baggage
    mismatched and colorful.
    I’ve tilted my head and studied
    my future over candlelit dinners
    trying to picture us together
    as I describe to myself
    the shape of dreams I’ve gathered
    herding them back each time they wander
    shutting them in the yard till now,
    the third date,
    the one where I go all the way.

  13. Jezzie

    I am never satisfied

    I am never satisfied, so it seems.
    A part-time job I wanted in my dreams.
    But now I’m out working full time again
    I seem to have a problem with my brain.

    At last a job I found, I felt inspired.
    I am much too youthful to be retired
    but seemingly too old to work full time,
    and have no time to write poems that rhyme.

    My muse has obviously gone away,
    and I was not so sharp at work today.
    I have no time left now for having fun,
    my energy seems to be on the run.

    My choice now is of boring retirement,
    or of having exhausting employment.
    Why can’t there be a happy medium,
    and why can’t I just go to work part-time?

  14. Marjory MT


    There is a “Welcome Home” feeling is this place hundreds of miles from home. A corner table illuminated by the lowering rays of sun. Fresh hot pita, savory humus served with chilled Chardonnay sipped as we anticipate the first bite of lamb. Gentle fragrances slip through the air, tantalizing the senses. Muted voices, soft music, the candles glow as the sun slips from view. Warmth and beauty surround us sparking the recall of other interment moments, times and places. Dinner arrives, hands reach out, the unforgettable flavor is savored with closed eyes. Then a shared smile and nod, “It is a wonderful as remembered.” The lamb, pilaf, salad and potatoes finished, sedated we order coffee to linger over and stay the evening’s ending.

    A soft “Birthday Greetings,” a
    festive sparkle sets
    atop plate of Greek delight

  15. Deri

    I Am Nothing

    but skin and bones,
    animated clay.
    I am the sum of
    my parts.
    The result of
    years fighting
    for my life.

    I am a woman
    in love and
    in hate with
    this broken world.
    I am a mother
    I am a struggle.

    I work,
    I learn,
    I teach.
    I have held
    new life in
    my hands.
    I have held hands
    as I watched
    life leave.
    I have weeped,
    and I have

    I have wished
    it better.
    I have wished
    it all away.
    I have come
    to no answers,
    other than
    I am nothing
    with you.

  16. omavi

    I am wind

    I am neither north or south nor
    Do I come from the east or west
    I move neither wave nor leave
    All I am is a force of nature never seen
    Felt from 360 degrees of completion
    But no one sees me coming and
    They think they hear me leave
    I am breathe and life
    But with or without me everything
    Still strives and lives
    I am just a dream that you thought
    You felt as you entered your dreams

  17. Amy

    I Am the Autumn

    I am the autumn
    blowing in with melancholy wind
    setting fire to the placid green

    I am the change
    easing the dense summer heat and
    shrouding old bones with piercing chill

    I am the hunger
    insatiable thirst for color’s richness
    leaving only desiccation in my wake

    I am the autumn
    whirling dervish of tenacity
    and transient by nature

    1. PressOn

      I missed this a couple of days ago. Glad I found it now. This is superb, and resonates with me because autumn is my favorite time of year. Your penultimate line is a gem.

  18. Sally Jadlow

    I Am

    But a speck
    on the surface of earth.
    I am created for a purpose;
    a mission.

    I discover that mission
    as I walk out each day,
    obedient to my Maker,
    I listen to His voice,
    read His instructions,
    and do His bidding.

    Important work for a speck.

  19. Linda Rhinehart Neas

    I Am the Kitchen Window

    She stood here, hands red from washing,
    like her eyes from crying secret tears.
    She stood here, looking beyond my panes
    into a world that fueled her desires and dreams.
    She stood here, until the day she didn’t –
    the day she walked through the pain into the sunlight.

  20. Lindy

    I am Okay

    and kicking
    and fighting my way
    to stay
    at the top of this hole
    in my soul
    swallowing whole
    what peace I have left.
    Every new day
    slips away
    as my grasp
    on vitality fades.

    I am okay.

    Curses in snow,
    I don’t want to know
    what you hold
    five minutes too old
    or too new.
    What to do?
    Out of the blue:
    skies calling,
    stars following,
    the caterwauling
    of spring’s journey home
    to my heart.

    It’s an art.

  21. catlover

    I am a mother
    not a father
    I am a sister
    not a brother
    I am an aunt
    not an uncle
    I am a niece
    not a nephew
    I am a granddaughter
    not a grandson
    I am a daughter
    not a son

    I am a woman!

  22. Tracy Davidson

    I Am Musically Challenged

    Tone-deaf, entrusted only
    with the triangle,
    I stand at the back,
    half-hidden by the curtain,
    waiting for the nod
    that never comes.

  23. vickiejohnstone

    I am

    I am
    As the day finds me
    Wandering through
    Beneath the sun’s rays
    Beyond the lines
    Of grey buildings

    I am
    In the spaces between
    Where things crawl
    The skin twitches
    Eyes open wide
    In the morning fresh

    I am
    As the birds fly high
    So the clouds chase
    Ever turning moments
    Find me
    Waiting here

    I am
    Where the ocean roars
    And the wind howls
    As night falls
    A curved moon rises
    So I go to sleep

  24. uneven steven

    I am sure
    of one thing
    and when I am
    with you
    I can never remember
    what it was,
    if somehow you managed
    to take it
    and who I can possibly be
    without ever knowing
    what it was
    or if I ever really
    had it
    in the first place

  25. lyttleton


    She speaks in silkless rhythms, cold and true
    never a kind or good word spoke aloud
    But her eyelids open for me, and I
    Sit up and listen like a shy student

    In every book, on every shelf, she lives
    and breathes for the sudden denouement of
    heroes who fight alone, against the world
    because, she says, “No one ever wins life.”

    I nod, I know, because I can’t deny
    that loving is another way to lose
    and in her brief novella I’m just one
    more minor plot thread that she’ll unravel

    Yet, hear, in her presence, my heart beating
    ba dum, ba dum, ba dum, ba dum, ba dum

  26. Alpha1

    I Am a Remnant

    tail end of a comet
    generation revolutionizin
    the way the world thought
    about itself
    turnin everything inside out
    upside down under
    the microscope examinin
    declarin all things
    needed to change

  27. Kimiko Martinez


    I am more
    than a dark
    loveliness that
    hides between
    thick grown
    womanly thighs

    I am more
    than a disposable
    plaything that
    fulfills all your
    secret little
    pubescent fantasies

    I am more than
    a played out
    stereotype that’s
    perpetuated in
    every rapper’s
    uninspired lyrics

    I am inspiration,
    secret stereoscopic
    fantasies that
    grow thick
    with love and
    groan for more.

  28. bclay

    I am late to this April’s Pad, which gives me an idea….

    I am late to the show….

    not just any show, but yours love,
    after weeks of helping with the lines,
    preparing you for the kiss at the end of
    Act 1 – biting the after-taste of a love story
    off my lips, how could i dare watch you act it
    out with another- will you see my intermission’s
    entrance as public admittance of my jealous heart?

  29. De Jackson

    I Am Of
    (with affection for George Ella Lyon’s “Where I’m From”)

    Ohioan blood,
    soaked deep in
    words like pritnear
    and clumb as past tense
    for climb.

    ocean and salt
    and silt and sand,
    the places where
    water woos the land
    and treasures tremble
    in hungry hands.

    rain songs and
    moon shadows
    and loose-laced
    trees against
    star-stung sky.

    betrayal and renewal
    and all the –als
    in between,
    how and why
    and astounding grace
    and second chances
    and mulled-over mulligans
    and daily do-overs
    and a dozen different
    ways to mean
    and thank you
    for forgiven flaws.

    gratitude and longing
    in equal measure,
    dipped in hope
    and simple pleasures
    and sometimes decked
    out in pure stunned joy.

    parchment and pages,
    indigo ink
    and chalk and paint
    and sapphire smudge,
    muse that won’t budge
    and sacred scars
    etched deep,
    still healing.

    stealing moments
    and feeling lost,
    harried hapless heart
    and phrases tossed
    to rebel breeze.

    , and through, and
    under and after and with

                   restless toes,
                        itchy inky fingers,
                   longing to begin.


  30. Sharon

    I Am New

    I wake up new
    happy to be alive
    and be me.

    With my ups
    and my downs,
    my smiles
    and my frowns;
    it matters not
    whether I’m
    rich or poor,
    I’m blessed
    each day
    to be new.

    Leaving behind
    yesterday’s goofs
    I’ll start over,
    today I am new.

  31. tonijoell

    I am Unwelcome

    on your doorstep
    in polite conversation
    at your dinner table
    in your proper church
    among your friends
    in your daughter’s bed
    in her home
    on her wedding invitation
    in your family
    as your daughter-in-law
    as your grandson’s other mother
    as an intrusion into your right-wing world
    here, anywhere,
    with you.

  32. LouiseBilborough

    i am so much more
    than you think i am
    than i thought i was

    you don’t see me clearly
    you never have

    your words stacked up
    like bricks on my head
    pushing me
    into the dirt

    i believed i was weak
    and small
    and meant nothing
    to anyone

    and then she came
    and said
    yes you can
    and lent me her wings

    and she cheered
    and smiled
    as i pushed over
    that stack of bricks

    i recycled them
    and built myself
    a pedestal
    and i climbed on top
    and stood tall

  33. THEGingerSass

    “I Am Tired…”

    I am tired…
    of falling behind in writing prompts
    of writing papers for professors
    of creating 42-pages lesson plans for hypothetical dream classes
    of working in a field that no longer makes me happy
    of apply to new jobs that won’t call me back
    of writing to Ellen DeGeneres on our birthday
    of being too poor to go to the grocery store
    of having too much wealth in my life to complain
    of being the friend that everyone depends on
    of worrying about not being good enough
    of Beanie Baby unicorns falling off my disco ball on the armoir at 12:47am
    of needing to clean an apartment I have to pack up
    of forgetting to buy basic necessities for grad school like tylenol and printer paper
    of shaving to shave my legs every time I want to wear a dress or a skirt
    of wondering where I’ll be 365 days from now
    of questioning if my writing will ever get me anywhere
    of undergrads keeping me up at night with their noise in the hallway
    of starting the dishwasher and finding a dirty coffeemug 32 minutes later
    of relying on caffeine to keep my body at a barely functioning state

    I am tired.

  34. dextrousdigits

    I am a recliner
    when you sit in my warm cozy lap
    and lean your head back
    you begin to sink down into the supporting cushion
    I am here to hold you.

    Your muscles will start to unlock
    and you will find yourself melting.
    As your neck rests,
    your arms will follow
    as if the tension were dripping,
    dripping onto the floor.
    Next, your chest relaxes,
    your breathing begins to get slower and slower
    your belly leisurely rises and falls
    with your unhurried deep breaths

    You begin to feel a profound calmness.
    All the stress and busy-ness is put behind you.
    as you let go and simply
    focus on how good you feel
    you and me together.
    I am here to embrace you in my safe lap and arms

  35. Bruce Niedt

    It took me all day to come up with something. Sometimes the simpler prompts are harder if you need something to really goose your muse. NaPoWriMo’s prompt was simply to write a poem that begins and ends with the same word. For some reason I thought of palindromes, though this is a “palindrome-word” poem and a Fibonacci to boot.

    I Am Busy

    too stressed out,
    working on errands,
    tiring chores, honey-do lists,
    spinning plates, juggling balls, throwing out garbage – no
    time to write, Fibonacci in palindromes. In Fibonacci poems, write to time,
    no garbage out. Throwing balls, juggling plates, spinning
    lists, honey-do chores, tiring
    errands, on-working,
    out-stressed, too

  36. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    I Am Sitting in the Sun

    I am sitting in the sun
    on our front veranda
    just where you liked to sit,
    in a chair almost identical
    to the one you always used.
    (That one, I finally noticed,
    had had its day — ironic.)

    I have added a small table
    between the pot plant and the chair.
    Yes, that potplant’s still hanging on.
    What does it mean when a jade bush,
    placed at the door for luck,
    lasts frailly for decades
    yet fails to thrive?

    I am seeing parallels, of course,
    with you in your last years,
    before you died. I am looking back
    at the ways that, even then,
    you enjoyed your life.
    Eventually you wouldn’t sit
    too long out here in the sun.

    Even our winter sun gets hot,
    and the damn chair
    had become uncomfortable.
    Why did you never say?
    I would have changed it for you.
    But you seldom complained,
    I realise only now. You were amazing!

    I am cherishing
    the ordinary things of life,
    as you did, knowing
    these are our blessings, these
    are the things that matter:
    our fine, unearned delights.
    I am sitting in the sun.

    1. carolecole66

      Love the images, the contrasts, the quiet rhythm. The pot plant threw me off though. I thought the speaker was growing marijuana at first. I always heard it as “potted plant.”

  37. happys

    I am at a loss…

    I am at a loss
    Heart seems like jake frost
    Still possible to defrost?

    Once hurt, twice shy
    Mind keeps asking why
    When can I again see a blue sky?

    I am at a loss
    But keeping my fingers crossed
    To find my way back into love at minimal cost

  38. Sara McNulty

    I Am Enamored of Purple

    Scent of lavender swaying
    in fields complements calm
    color of fuzzy heads rising.

    Royalty in velvet robe
    of purple majesty
    like mountain tops in twilight.

    Glittering grape crystal, fortune-
    teller’s spinning ball of cryptic knowledge
    in another sense.

    Poetic Asides
    April Challenge – Day 18
    I Am _____

  39. ValerieO


    I am
    A patient demeanor
    Open doors to chance
    Sound sleep
    Thrift stores
    Love & laughter
    A long train ride
    Sunrise & sunset
    Flowers without reason
    Full moon and stary skies
    Home cooked meals
    Multiple talents
    Intellectual conversations
    Toni Morrison, Sandra Cisneros,
    Maya Angelou, Ellen Hopkins, Edgar Allan Poe,
    Oscar Wilde, Saul Williams, Mos Def
    Vacations in NYC
    Cousins who check on me
    and send well wishes in text
    Release through tears

  40. shethra77


    I am the optimist
    the one who each spring
    pokes seeds into soil.

    I am the gardener
    who weeds, picks and chooses:
    “You live, you live… not you! Die like a dog!”

    I am the peruser
    of every weather report
    released in the growing season.

    I am the water bearer…
    no hose, only buckets , and a
    tiny pot for ladling.

    I am the lucky one
    who sometimes sees a plant
    which was planned for.

  41. ewdupler

    Life’s Most Rewarding Job

    I am an example
    I am a protector
    I am the rule-maker
    I am the one that grounded you
    I am a shoulder to cry on
    I am a hand to hold
    I am wisdom you’ll ignore
    I am your bank
    I am the one you ask when Mom says “no”
    I am stupid until you hit about 25
    I am the one who will always be
    Your Dad

    1. ewdupler

      I suppose I should have titled this, “I Am Your Dad”, but this seemed to fit better as I look at it in my fatherhood-induced exhausted state. Or, maybe I should have called it, “I am in a fatherhood-induced exhausted state”?

  42. Marie Elena

    Perhaps I Am One

    One who might recognize him.
    One whose heart gasps with each image shown.
    Perhaps his girlfriend,
    His sister,
    His mother, father, neighbor or friend.
    One who shudders at the possibility that he may be
    The one.
    One who needs the courage,
    The valor,
    The depth of heart
    To do the right thing …
    To report my suspicion,
    To turn him in,
    To stomach what his future (if he has one) may look like.

    (To those of you who may recognize one of the suspects in the Boston bombings – my prayers for your strength to do the right thing.)

  43. BDP

    “I Am Shop Vac Girl”

    My friend’s basement’s full of puddles.
    I’m squishing tennies through them,
    young again, so that’s why
    when vacuuming the water I hunt
    for worms, just as when splashing through
    rain as a kid, the more thunder

    the better. Searching for what might come
    through cracks, I’ve mapped each
    liquid road across the floor, I’ve circled
    back with screaming suction
    to catch renegade seepage
    in escape. And slowly gain dry
    ground, so relax my guard, begin

    to consider other
    breakages, the tulip through soil,
    peep of dawn’s first bird, snap
    retreat of lightning,
    today’s headlines, Boston bombing,
    fertilizer plant on fire in Texas.

    I drain the Shop Vac once,
    twice, multiple times,
    an act the opposite of insanity,
    refill it—always the same motion—to reach
    the bottom of a problem.
    I expect this result.

    As my reward—and this is my only
    tangible find—I bend to pick up a Liberty dime.

  44. Angie5804

    I Am Overwhelmed

    I’m so very tired
    running on empty
    can’t be what I want to be
    can’t do what I want to do
    can’t quite be what I should
    not doing all I could

    So, bring me coffee
    bring me clouds
    fill me up
    pour the words into me
    prop my feet up
    and I’ll pray
    tomorrow’s a new day

  45. carolecole66

    I am a cup of coffee–

    brewed, half stewed,
    potent, aromatic, hot.
    I can wake you up,
    sit you up, make you
    pace all night.
    Smooth as sugar,
    heavy as cream,
    I can burn you,
    make you yearn for one
    quick sip. I can seduce you,
    entice you to spend your last dime.
    Or I can drop you like a stone
    into a stream of ice.

  46. kali.kristine

    I am an egg.
    Small, round, and naive.

    I am a caterpillar.
    Long, wormlike, and angsty.

    They say I will be a butterfly one day,
    A beautiful one,
    As powerful as a monarch.

    I think I’ll be a caterpillar forever.

  47. PoM

    I am sinner
    with a wicked heart
    Live in darkness
    it’s not my fault
    I’ve searched for the light
    tried to fight darkness
    all of my life
    tried to practice the virtue’s
    my parents they taught
    do not always triumph
    at times I faulter
    I stumble get lost
    But still I push forward
    To that little speck
    A glimmering dim light
    Somewhere far off
    Shining within
    the deep deep dark

  48. Julieann

    I Am Invincible

    I leap tall buildings
    in a single bound
    I dive to the ocean’s floor
    to see what can be found

    I rescue fair maidens
    and princesses alike
    Fire breathing dragons
    don’t even put up a fight

    I whittle large scary monsters
    down to a manageable size
    As for villains and crooks
    they tell me no lies

    I am invincible
    I stand tall and fight
    ‘til Mama calls me in for supper
    and it’s time to say good-night

  49. Arash

    I Am the Contortionist

    by Arash

    I am the dirt
    On the jagged wheel
    That runs over
    The infant
    On the elevated bed
    Suckling on the machine.
    I am the ice crystal
    In the morning calm
    For only a second
    The skin
    Of the Tsar Bomb.
    I am the long legs
    That cross
    In blind alleys
    Behind stuffed cemeteries.
    I am the swaying hips
    Of the African sunset
    That reaches into you
    Across the ocean
    Where bags of bones float.
    I am the contortionist behind
    The ruby curtains
    Surrounded by
    Empty ivory seats
    Needing to entertain
    Fellow Wounded vets.

  50. Larry

    “I am the voice you hear in your dreams”
    The voice that tells you to not to quit
    I am the whisper from you
    The whisper that says you can
    I am the shout from your lips
    The shout that says I did.

  51. taylor graham


    you’ve been carrying around
    in your pocket all day to show someone,
    to maybe even read out loud. This is
    Poem in Your Pocket Day, after
    all. You put me in your back jeans pocket
    this morning because, on first acquaintance,
    I caught your eye, I seemed to mean
    something worth saying. Do you remember
    what it was? You’ve been sitting on me
    all day, giving me wrinkles.
    Soon I will speak myself out loud so all
    in the room can hear. You will be
    very embarrassed, to have sentences,
    rhythm and rhyme emanating
    from where you sit. But I
    will be simply myself
    the poem.

  52. Michelle Hed

    “I am the dress”

    she said,
    after laying the dress neatly on the floor,
    laying on top of it and not moving.

    “I am the door”, she said
    as a car drove by on the street
    and she froze and melted against the door
    not moving until the car was out of sight.

    I am the mother
    who tried not to laugh
    as her young daughter periodically
    became inanimate objects.

    I am the smile
    lighting up your face
    as you remember.

  53. julie e.

    Some serious silliness on a Spring day.


    I’ve quit the sniff-
    ling and the wheez-
    ing but there’s some-
    thing quite displeas-
    ing when I take
    my medication
    my thoughts take
    on a beat.
    Always rhyth-
    mic sometimes dra-
    ma sometimes more
    like blunt-force trau-
    ma and it’s just the
    strangest thing when
    my thoughts take
    on a beat Oh my
    thoughts keep up
    the beat even when
    I’m counting sheep
    I can’t be sure what’s
    my allergies are
    such a curse but
    they’re keeping up
    the beat (I can’t
    seem to stop
    the beat!)

  54. julie e.

    Weird confession: allergy medications put a rhythm in my head. One year my thoughts were all rhymey, this year they’ve sounded a bit more like musical theatre. But this one sounds like the marking of time to me, in the same vein as my CLOCK one below.


    soft light
    brother’s birthday
    bird song
    stretch and yawn
    that’s today—
    a year ago
    you went away
    and didn’t
    wake up

  55. Domino

    Who am I?

    I am
    the voice in your head
    that tells you to run.

    I am
    the whisper in the dark
    that makes you look over your shoulder.

    I am
    the moonless night
    that gives shape to your nightmares.


    I am also
    the idea that wakes you
    and makes you write down that new poem.

    and I am
    the adrenaline surge
    when you’ve gotten that scene just right.

    and I am
    that moment you get chills
    because someone else loves your work.

    I am your imagination.

    If you never let me go,
    I will take you to
    every time
    every place
    you can imagine.

    Diana Terrill Clark

      1. PressOn

        Me, too. When I was little, there was a television character called Mr. I. Magination. He was engineer of a little train that took you everywhere you wanted to go.

  56. julie e.

    (i’m curious, tell me if you can hear it)


    I am a clock
    in search of a doodad
    that has come off
    in search of a home
    to let me chime
    and once again
    to mark the time
    as it passes.
    I am a clock
    and that’s my job
    and I miss it
    that and my
    I’m in

  57. Raina Masters

    I am the junk mail on the kitchen table

    Sitting here unmoved, an afterthought.
    I sit at a forty five degree angle
    and slowly collect the dust that floats
    through the air. Even the gnats make a
    point to ignore me. I am unwanted, ignored.
    Your hand touches only to move me aside,
    to find your keys, your cell phone.
    Every day, I hope that your hands will
    brush my edges, will open me slowly and
    your eyes will consume every inch of me.

  58. Jane Shlensky

    I am Sneezing

    I’m weary of pollen.
    It’s making me sullen,
    for sneezes so sudden
    give me such brain freeze.

    I know plants must spread it;
    I give them the credit
    for gardens of veggies
    and blossoms and trees.

    Still I’m fond of breathing;
    I won’t be bequeathing
    my gasping and wheezing.
    I’m down on my knees.

    I’ll use medication
    and ponder creation,
    accept pollination
    as healthy—then sneeze.

  59. Rhae

    ‘I am tired’

    I am tired of the media
    always on a mission to blame

    I am tired of politics
    regardless of a vote, people still choose ignorance

    I am tired of people
    making excuses and never being accountable

    I am tired of discrimination
    I’m disliked but I choose to respect your You

    I am tired of negativity
    yes I believe in a Utopia

    I am tired of repetition
    not of this poem but lack of worldly change,

    yes, I am tired.


  60. drwasy

    I am full

    of apple cake
    wrapped in a white
    paper napkin

    It tasted good to me
    It tasted good
    to me. It tasted
    good to me

    The apple chunks
    smelled like leaves falling
    raisins full of summer
    set my teeth to ache

    The cake filled me
    the hollow space
    under my heart.
    It tasted good to me

  61. Melanie


    I am but dust, a tiny speck
    And yet He speaks to me
    I marvel at such sweeping grace
    And ask “How can this be?”

    The One who takes the stars and flings
    Them wide for all to see
    Creation balanced on His palm
    Yet still He cares for me

    Worthless, yet He keeps me as
    The apple of His eye
    Reaches down to lift me up
    And carry me on high

  62. DeniseBush

    I am Unfinished.

    Half-combed hair,
    the spot that was missed,
    the footprint in the cement,
    the never-ending to-do list.

    A beautifully bound blank book.
    Gold trim pages filled with bright white bland Nothing.
    The blinding emptiness disorients the reader.
    Guessing the rest, they find the message meant;
    the one that they needed to see and wanted me to be.
    I am the . . .

  63. Jane Shlensky

    I Am Alive Again

    I am a plant called Lazarus
    sprung greening from a single root,
    when all the rest of me was dead,
    a skeleton of broken twigs.

    I try to tell these gardeners
    who cannot wait for leaf and bloom
    that vegetation has its hour
    like any other living thing.

    I’ve seen them jerk a plant from earth
    when it’s putting down feeder roots,
    ignorant of the food we need
    to give them what they think they want.

    I’ve rested for three seasons now;
    perhaps they mourned me and forgot,
    but now I send a tendril up,
    and they’ rename me Lazarus.

    I don’t know who Lazarus was—
    perhaps a grand experiment,
    for there is wonder in their eyes
    as they mulch me and wait for more.

  64. dextrousdigits

    I am a Diamond
    each facet when held to the light
    reveals sparkling prisms
    yet their are places the light doesn’t reach
    that are dark and very hidden.

  65. mschied

    I am more than I seem

    Those who see me pass me by
    a bland exterior
    surface poxmarked with
    and sadness
    exhaustion rippling
    in tense waves
    across a pale visage

    this concrete facade
    conceals hidden depths
    of bubbling fire
    neurons sparking
    a pinwheeled explosion
    mystery colliding with humor
    fortitude cascading into pools of vulnerability
    swirling like painted oils
    in an ever-present broth
    of knowing which
    no one acknowledges

    those perceptive few get a glimpse
    are able to pull the dangling threads
    snagged from life’s rich tapestry
    by those who care

    the rest will never know what they missed

  66. profal29

    the intensity of the challenge
    of which, I love challenges
    take me back and put me on a horse
    hand me my lance and let me ride

    the joust is on and I am ready
    off we go, me and my steed
    heading as close as the divider
    will allow, slapping my visor down
    as i aim for my challengers chest

    across my body goes my lance
    my shield rises up to block
    his advances, kicking and faster
    until our horses are at full gallop

    our lances meet and slide up each others
    shields raise to block their onslaught
    I lean into the dividing line, shield high
    and make contact with his body

    a loud crash occurs but as I look back
    we both are seated steed high and ready
    I am a fool but I can do this all day…
    and then I woke up

  67. deringer1

    I AM FREE (shadorma)

    I am free,
    and though my body
    tries to chain
    me in cells
    of pain and grief, still
    I make my escape.

    Yes, I will
    break the bars with faith
    in God’s love.
    I am free.
    No pain can hold my spirit,
    though I struggle here.

  68. Brian Slusher


    about the child. Sure, every kid
    has an imaginary friend, but
    she has an imaginary

    boss. She goes to work daily
    in the pretend chocolate factory,
    clocks in and I’d understand if

    she were in Research, gobbling
    samples or Advertising, making
    delicious posters, but she toils in

    Accounting, a little ledger on
    her pink desk. Sometimes I pass
    her room and hear a sigh escape,

    I look in and ask “Want to go
    for ice cream?” and she looks tired,
    puts down her sparkly pencil

    and says, “Wish I could, but
    I have to crunch these numbers
    Or the boss’ll kill me!”

  69. JRSimmang

    I am a seed

    I can’t remember when
    or where I heard it,
    but a friend,
    and I know them,
    but they told me I was a seed.

    From which tree I fell, I
    cannot tell.
    From which flower I
    was carried,
    I cannot say.
    From which grass that blows
    in the breeze and browns
    in the winter,
    I cannot truly respond.

    I wish I knew, though.
    I wish I knew that I were inborn of some
    greater purpose.
    And perhaps I can serve some greater purpose still.

    They say that I am planted,
    and when I am planted, I stew.
    I stew until the moment
    that I become an itch.
    I become an itch that can’t be scratched.
    Then, I stir.
    I stir the soil around me
    causing ripples in the earthen flesh.
    People who are good enough
    can see this. They can feel
    the tiny convulsions underneath the surface.

    They tell me that I’m fragile right now.
    That if I were not grasped I would halt. I would never bear fruit.

    Fruit. That is my purpose is it not?
    Then again, I don’t know whether I
    should provide shade to allow
    my offspring the natural cultivation,
    if I should flower and be admired,
    or give of my meat and flesh
    to sustain generation after generation.

    Eventually, I will become too large for the soft ground to hold.
    And the, after I persist for hundreds of years, I will be struck to the death,
    to rest upon my torn core and bleed out, tempered and soiled.

    But, I am a seed, this much I know.
    I do but sit and grow.

  70. alana sherman

    I am thinking of you this cool, breezy night.
    Stars beyond number glitter bright
    on water’s luminescent
    skin. Sea and sky engulf
    us with their grandeur .
    In this cove wind
    makes rigging
    hum, turns

    into a
    soft thrum on the shore.
    I dreamed you
    —your face close
    as the stars—You were laughing,
    we all were laughing.


  71. identity

    I Am

    I am the warmth in your heart
    As you hold a child, kiss a lover,
    Feel the sun break through
    The mist of a lonely night;
    I am the joy in your triumphs,
    The ambition in your goals,
    The pain in your broken bones,
    Your broken heart, your broken life;
    I am the reason you can say
    I am.

  72. lionmother

    I am Tired

    I am tired of seeing carnage
    on my TV screen
    the blood staining cement
    and people maimed by

    I am tired of seeing
    innocents destroyed by
    maniacal acts
    done by people who
    somehow have turned
    so angry at the world
    around them they must
    obliterate it any way
    they can

    I am tired of seeing
    memorials to good people
    who were in the right place
    at the wrong time
    whose lives were destroyed
    in a single instant by a bullet
    or an explosion

    I am tired of hearing
    about the strength
    of each group to fight
    the horror around them
    and I wish never to see
    pictures of white coated
    doctors and scrub nurses
    holding onto hurting bodies
    in hopes of giving them
    back their old lives

    I am tired of seeing
    children killed and young
    girls who had the hope
    of their youth in their eyes
    mowed down like so much

    I am tired of watching TV
    glued as if moving would
    keep me from knowing
    another truth about a
    senseless act

    I am tired of mourning
    the lives cut short
    and seeing the horror
    in the eyes of their
    loved ones

    I am tired of people
    who must thwart any
    effort to stop this
    violence by gunfire
    and I am tired
    of politics driving our safety

    I am tired of weeping
    for the lost ones
    and for grieving for
    people who only
    wanted to pursue
    their own happiness.

  73. Connie Peters

    I am on Empty

    I am on empty
    With no gas station in sight
    I wish that was one
    Just off to the right
    But no, it’s a carwash
    So I’ll stop there right now
    And I’ll contemplate
    While I rub with this towel

    I am without cell phone
    It’s leant to a friend
    I like to be someone
    On one can depend
    But now I’m high and dry
    Just like my car
    Now I’m wishing
    I had OnStar

    I am walking
    It’s good for my health
    And that is much better
    Than magnificent wealth
    I spy a payphone
    But oh my gosh
    I spent all my quarters
    At the carwash

    I am enjoying the scenery
    As I trudge a long
    But when I return
    My car is now gone
    I flag down a policeman
    He found my car
    Since it was on empty
    It didn’t get very far

    I am supposed to get married
    At quarter till four
    But now that it’s seven
    My chances are poor
    Now that I made it
    My bride is in tears
    I hope she’ll forgive me
    But it may take years

    I am now married
    And will be awhile
    Since for better or worse
    She said with a smile
    Whoever stole my car
    Must have been mean
    But now for my honeymoon
    At last it is clean

  74. Beth Rodgers


    Right around the corner
    Lies the unknown
    But I’m ready for it.

    It sticks in my mind
    Keeping me on my toes
    But I’m ready for it.

    Preparations abound
    And anticipation jets sky high
    But I’m ready for it.

    Several weeks to go
    I eagerly await what’s to come
    And I’m ready for it.

  75. Marian O'Brien Paul

    I Am Sight:

    light-slash – night
    as if
    a fault
    held up
    his hand
    to separate
    the plunging black
    provide us

    too bright
    to exit space

    black night comes
    pouring back – blinding

  76. P.A. Beyer

    Godspeed fleet ones

    there’s no equipment to protect
    no referee whistles
    no penalties
    for holds
    or travels
    or fan interference
    or dropped balls
    (as seen from a couch)
    there’s only
    the shirt on your back
    a pair of shorts and
    shoes with double knotted laces
    with your distances
    in yards
    and ks
    and meters
    and miles
    with your paces
    and splits
    and PRs
    on flats
    and hills
    and lanes
    and trails
    where the only sound
    you’ll eventually hear
    is your heartbeat
    and your breath
    It may not happen at the start
    or even the middle
    but at some point
    give in
    the truth
    “ I
    and at that point
    are truly free

    1. P.A. Beyer

      I penned this one after Monday’s tragic events, trying to capture the spirit of a runner as opposed to the sadness of the day. I know it doesn’t exactly follow today’s instructions but I’m ok with taking literary liberties.

  77. Misky

    I Am Gagging

    I am gagging
    for a cup of tea,
    my feet are lagging
    behind my knees,
    my eyes are nagging
    for a kip o’sleep,
    my tongue is wagging
    like a wilted leek,
    my lips would beg
    if they could speak,
    please, I’m gagging
    for a cup of tea!

  78. vxl

    I am Bic

    The father and the bird.
    The hand of Bernini
    guiding each
    The food we eat.

    Words were frantic
    on our first date –
    nerves mortising
    our stories.
    The effect
    was shortened distance.

    Squeezing away the spaces.

    The heroic couple.
    Nobody rhymes alone.
    Born of wood
    and kerning,
    nature, the hand of Bernini,
    forged us
    into symmetry
    as he holds every
    atom in check.

    Squeezing away spaces.

    when we hug
    I imagine one
    body subsuming
    the other. Unity.
    Prosperina’s meaty
    thigh sinking into
    a tight grasp. I have to remind
    myself we are stone. Not blood

    Squeezed from the spaces.

  79. missjoyce

    I Am ___

    I Am Not Guilty

    She gets home late
    tired from a long day
    places car keys
    on the wooden tray.

    She checks the phone
    and sits herself down
    wondering if
    the word has spread town.

    Just a long beep
    no new message there
    sighing she stood
    headed up the stairs.

    She finds her bed
    alone, empty, cold
    its been so long
    since her soul was sold.

    Haunted by truth
    she repeats softly,
    holding herself:
    “I am not guilty.”

  80. PressOn


    I offer words and sometimes crutches
    to writers blocked by clinging clutches
    of screens and papers leering blank
    when creativity’s in the tank;

    that’s when I offer singing rhymes
    for chimes and climes and mimes and dimes.
    And for my service? Some abuse it
    and many say, “I never use it.”

    1. Jane Shlensky

      I’ve never had one, but whenever I’m trying to find interesting rhymes, I always think I should invest, just for the music it must contain. Your poem is wonderfully musical too. Thanks

  81. IrisD

    I am Autumn (a Harrisham)

    Pecking in mass of fallen leaves
    Geese eat berries the cedars shed
    Eagles floating on evening breeze
    Share the gray skies overhead
    Dusk descends as lone deer flees
    Kiss of sun on horizon turns red

  82. Earl Parsons

    What Am I?

    I work well with others
    I enjoy harmony
    And I work well alone
    You’re familiar with me
    I must be well cared for
    Your ear is my friend
    Be careful, I’m fragile
    If I break, it’s the end
    There are millions of me
    All over the world
    When I’m new I’m wound up
    In a circular curl
    So many have touched me
    Some love me for life
    To some I’m more precious
    Than a husband or wife
    One last clue I’ll give you
    By letter I’m named
    Now thank you for playing
    The “What Am I” game

        1. Earl Parsons

          Great Guess!!! But, no.

          Here’s another clue:

          I’m not alive, although I may seem to be
          When touched by a human and set free
          In a master’s hands, I can be anything
          I love to be around people that sing

          1. Earl Parsons

            Musical notes are what I make
            When pressed down to the frets
            People like to pick on me
            And make tunes no one forgets

            I come in six or sometimes twelve
            Or four on a Fender bass
            Eddie Van Halen carries spares
            For breakages, just in case

  83. Earl Parsons

    I Am Willing

    Years spent running
    Living by my own rules
    Doing my thing
    All in vain

    Years wasted
    Running in place
    Spinning in the mud
    Of worldly pleasures

    All the while looking
    For something
    Anything that would
    Quench my thirst
    Fulfill my desires
    Bring me happiness
    Make it all worthwhile

    But it never came
    Happiness eluded me
    Satisfaction never once
    Developed in my life

    I remained empty
    A life unfulfilled
    A rear view so fraught
    With disappointment

    I fell to my knees
    Crying in despair
    Calling out for guidance
    Seeking release from
    The emptiness of failure

    Then He reappeared
    Returning from a past
    I thought long gone

    He spoke softly to me
    As He touched my soul
    Flooding me with love
    Calming my restlessness
    Driving out my despair
    Lifting me up
    Just as He had
    The first time we met
    So long, long ago

    But this time was different
    This time I was ready
    Ready to walk with Him
    Accept His plan for my life
    Ready to tell Him
    With confidence that
    I am willing

    Years spent running
    Living by my own rules
    Doing my thing
    All in vain

  84. Nancy Posey

    I am

    the voice you hear in your dreams,
    the warm body edging up close
    long after you’ve fallen asleep

    the melody you sometimes hear
    as you drive along in your car,
    the lyrics you can’t quite forget

    the scrap of a note by your chair
    in a wisp of a pencil scrawl
    you recognize as surely as your own

    numerator to your denominator,
    systolic to your diastolic;
    you supply the metaphor

    the lingering fragrance in your air,
    more sunshine than flowers,
    more me because I have you

      1. tunesmiff

        Despite my hate/hate relationship to math, I really like the “numerator to your denominator” line…

        And the heart reference to systolicto diastolic…

        Sometimes, subtetly CAN get you somewhere…

        : )

  85. RJ Clarken

    I am a Fan

    “I’m also a fan of ridiculously coloured and patterned socks.” ~Daniel Radcliffe

    I am a fan of baseball and
    I like to watch an artist draw.
    A Broadway show? I am in awe.
    Don’t even ask: my favorite band

    is what’s now playing. Ain’t it grand?
    I’m into books by G.B. Shaw.
    I like to watch an artist draw.
    I am a fan of baseball and

    I just adore stuff made by hand.
    From patterned socks I won’t withdraw
    (‘though it’s a guideline, not a law.)
    Most things (by me) are wholly fanned.
    I am a fan of baseball and…


  86. RJ Clarken

    I am Thinking of Imaginary Numbers

    “Think of Adam and Eve like an imaginary number, like the square root of minus one: you can never see any concrete proof that it exists, but if you include it in your equations, you can calculate all manner of things that couldn’t be imagined without it.” ~Philip Pullman

    Imagination! Think of it!
    Just beyond the ordinary
    lives a vast depositary
    that’s full of spirit, full of wit

    with math and science (just a bit.)
    a virtual commissary
    just beyond the ordinary.
    Imagination! Think of it!

    I go there often, I admit.
    Little ‘i’ is clever. Very.
    Flying monkey. Tiny fairy.
    Magic reigns by some strange quiddit.
    Imagination! Think of it!


  87. priyajane

    I never say a word
    Just, unveil your snagging blinds
    I never wave a smile
    Just aglow, your tender shine
    I never rant and rave
    Just light a spark, that makes you bind
    I never take your hand
    Just, some heartbeats skip your chime
    I never change my dress
    Just some neurons, you combine
    I never show my face
    Just a haunting, you define
    And all those ‘Never’ manifests
    Still, keep playing in your mind—

  88. PressOn

    I AM A B-17

    Rumbling, rumbling, rumbling, rumbling,

    my waking radial engines thrash the air
    and pull my fuselage. My mass at last
    accelerates across the tarmac, past
    the tower; I climb aloft with tight despair.

    Trembling, trembling, trembling, trembling,

    the crew and I together share the fright
    of yet another mission. Twenty-four
    have come and gone, and now we face one more:
    a final pass through hell; a final flight.

    Like thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder,

    the flak flings bursts throughout the whole
    formation, sending fellow men and planes
    to earth before their time. Then weaving skeins
    turn back for home; my motors rasp and roll:

    “Endure, endure, endure, endure.”

  89. Marie Elena

    I Am Switching Things Up

    Lately, I’ve been up and down.
    Sometimes I’m wired, yet have no outlet
    (So to speak).
    I’m currently dim,
    As though I have no power.
    Time to shed a little light on the subject.
    I’m switching things up.
    Don’t tamper with me.

  90. nimcatch

    || I am a Poet ||

    I want to be a poet,
    but I don’t know the rhymes.
    I thought for lasting hours,
    the ink got dried at times.

    I went to the jungle,
    in hope of finding themes.
    But run back with heart in mouth,
    seeing beasts beyond wildest dreams!!

    I tried to portray the one,
    whom I loved the most.
    But only to discover later,
    that “Love’s Labour Literally Lost”!!

    I ventured into dark night,
    to ponder the music that seep.
    Woke up the next morning,
    after slipping into deep sleep.

    I have been to the beach,
    to get inspired from the ocean.
    But tsunamis haunted my mind,
    and now I take precaution.

    I plagiarised a few odes,
    to make way in a contest.
    But could escape the poet’s rage,
    only after a year’s protest.

    I just now came to know,
    this is not a science of rocket.
    By the time one reads this,
    I would have become a POET!! ;)


  91. BiblioGypsy

    I am not “that girl”, no
    Not me. I’m chaotic to
    core and eclectic
    in everything. The
    enigma of
    conundrum, I’m
    full of weird forms
    of expected
    randomness, of
    actions and words
    to shock and
    Stormy disposition
    behind a sunny
    smile; a
    turbulent soul and
    tormented thoughts
    haunting a mouth
    that always is
    laughing. Go
    ahead. Try.
    Unravel me and
    find hidden prize!


    1. PressOn

      Your word choices work well to paint the picture, and alliteration helps the effect. The lone word, “Try,” seems flung out as a challenge. Nice job.

  92. Ashley

    Here’s one i wrote recently, hope you like it :))

    Here’s what I’ve been wondering
    We’ve brutally killed
    the heaven within
    managed to externalize it
    in the form of religions

    what can a person do
    when even the whispers
    belong to the Satan
    and there’s no sound
    from the heaven within

    So anxious, So afraid
    Why you throwing this peace away
    a capitalist subjectivity
    constantly compared
    for the little gains
    in this competition,
    all seems as is fair

    Why so complacent?
    Stand up, we gotta change this!
    HOPE is the only key to those lost grounds
    Please, don’t go on and trade THIS.

    Yes, believe me now
    Our heaven within
    it can be found
    So, what are we all waiting for?
    Lets begin..
    with a graceful fall

    Be The Change
    Lets call for a WAR!
    It belongs to us
    bereft of ownership
    it still belongs to me
    it exists within everybody

    from within its the same
    in this hidden place
    we’re all one
    no discrimination, no disgrace
    so lets get together
    gather here and embrace
    the truth about human race

    Its upto you now
    to make the call
    to be brave, and
    take the fall, of grace
    This world can be a much better place


  93. tunesmiff

    A lover of spinach and babies
    Non-commital to my anexoric girl-friend
    Ready to fight any overweight bully
    Patient with friends who promise to gladly pay me Tuesday
    A dedicated pipe smoker
    Proud tattooed sailor
    Strong to the finish

  94. Never2L8

    I am a locked box (a bit battered and grey)

    Very few know (or are curious enough to ask)
    my combination (it is easier to live superficially)
    and even they (don’t visit often)
    don’t have the key (I haven’t offered it)
    to the little case (my deepest heart)
    in the very back (quivering in the dark)

  95. Iain Douglas Kemp

    I am not doing that!

    No way!
    not under any circumstances
    not even if you plead and beg
    not with your crying and wailing
    not under duress or
    on a guilt trip
    not for all the tea in China
    not in a month of Sundays
    not ever, never!
    not with a gun to my head
    not if my life depended on it
    there is absolutely no way
    that I will do it
    to cut to the chase
    get to the nub
    stop beating around the bush
    and wrap up my argument in a nice neat package
    so to speak
    to coin a phrase
    I am not
    doing that
    I am not!

    How much did you say?
    Oh, well, that’s different.


  96. Iain Douglas Kemp

    Dear Moosehead,
    I am impressed! That was a
    brave and inspiring performance last night.
    Come from behind and win in style! I like it!
    I am confident that once the Top Flight
    are back in the side we will romp through
    the season to post-season victory and WS28!
    I am sure you must agree but the fact that you
    refuse to move outta Mets-Ville and have inflicted
    yer harpies on me, leaves me with doubts over
    the sincerity of yer friendship. Oh, yeah and…
    C’mon, would ya? Tell me what yer job is! I’m sure
    it’s illegal or immoral (even worse than your cousin’s
    hobby of dating entire sports teams!) and plus you
    have way more green than me & I work my sorry butt off
    everyday toting my yellow up and down the island!
    Anyhoo… last one at home for a week…let’s close the series
    with a shut-out! Pick me up at 6 and bring yer bill-fold!

    Yours being certain of so much and yet lost in confusion
    like a gridlock in the mid-town tunnel,

    Ringo the Howler

  97. WayneLMurphy

    “I am the voice of reason”

    I often try to help you, but
    emotions get in the way
    If you’d just listen to me
    I’d make sure you were okay

    Sometimes the little things
    are what tear us apart
    It’s okay to speak your mind
    but just try to be smart

    You can look with your heart
    but listen with your mind
    Whenever you need me
    I’m never hard to find

    Sometimes you won’t listen
    to what I have to say
    just don’t give me a reason
    and I will go away

    Wayne Murphy 4/18/13

  98. PowerUnit

    I am sorry it didn’t work out
    The knots in your hair say more than your silence
    I remember when I ran away from home
    But of course, you don’t want to hear about that
    I can see it in your eyes
    Have yourself a warm bath, and I’ll make you something to eat
    You’re bed is already made