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2013 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 20

Categories: November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2013, Poetry Prompts, Robert Lee Brewer's Poetic Asides Blog, What's New.

After today’s poem is done, we’ll all be 67% of the way through this challenge. That’s right! We’re nearing the finish line on this poeming intensive. If you’ve been gliding through the month, keep that form. If you’ve been struggling, take heart, dig deep, and push for the finish!

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Always (blank),” replace the blank with a new word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Always on My Mind,” “Always Wrong,” “Always Writing Poems That Don’t Sound as Good the Next Day,” etc.

Here’s my attempt at an Always Blank poem:

“Always Being Watched”

By video cameras,
my credit cards,

every time I log in
or log out,

my cell phone,
but never

the people
distracted

by their cell phones,
video games,

credit cards,
status updates,

spiraling
in and out

of databases
collecting us all.

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Robert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor and a human being constantly concerned with whether he’s distributing his time in the best way. He started off the month thinking he’d explore themes of privacy versus security and how surveillance factors into the equation. However, he quickly abandoned that idea for just writing little poems named after cities. Robert is the author of Solving the World’s Problems, which is completely devoid of poems named after cities (though there are a few specific locations mentioned in titles). He can be followed on Twitter @robertleebrewer.

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182 Responses to 2013 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 20

  1. alanasherman says:

    #20 always

    I always
    think that snow is just
    for me cold
    wind blowing
    silvery flakes drift around
    snowing just for me

    alana

  2. hohlwein says:

    For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Always (blank),” replace the blank with a new word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Always on My Mind,” “Always Wrong,” “Always Writing Poems That Don’t Sound as Good the Next Day,” etc.

    Always, So Far, Another Day

    We get so used to this.
    My eyes open, read the titles of the books next to my bed.
    And my body there, still – all ten fingers, all ten toes.

    Lucky.

    And standing. Every day is a little bit different.
    So much the same. And here – a fleece cover, for the morning.

    We are sensitive to it – the degrees of warmth
    or cool in the light. It is always just right.
    Just as it should be.

    We know, because we get so used to this.
    The way November, for us, who have homes,
    who have socks and coffee, who don’t need
    to think about the parables of Jesus to pass
    early winter’s nighttime hours on the corner
    downtown
    at 71

    – I could use some shoes –

    is perfect. Always.

  3. Yolee says:

    Always Close the Cookie Tin

    I don’t bake them for the carpenter
    ants likely to come and horde
    from the broke down palace
    of butter, flour, sugar
    vanilla and almond extract,
    for their winter wonderland.

  4. Day 20
    Prompt: Write a poem entitled “Always ___.”

    Always with Me

    If I feel alone, that’s the lie.
    Feelings deceive, but facts cannot change.
    To the uttermost depths and heights,
    You dip and soar every millimeter,
    Your presence never leaves.
    If I can’t feel You there,
    waiting until I do makes me believe,
    love You, all the more.
    You are always and forever and ever
    with me.

  5. Jezzie says:

    Always Wishing

    Always wishing for
    more than I have got,
    why am I never
    content with my lot?

    I wanted to rest
    when I was working
    but when I retired
    I found life boring.

    I returned to work
    and now have no time
    to socialize
    with good friends of mine.

    When it is Summer
    I find it too hot,
    yet in the Winter
    I seek a hot spot.

    I personally
    am always wishing
    that it could always
    be Autumn or Spring.

    I wish I’d give up
    always wishing for
    what I cannot have
    and enjoy life more!

  6. Lori P says:

    Always, Every, Never, Only

    Them’s fightin’ words

    if he always does wrong
    every time you ask
    or never thinks of you
    only himself

    why did you ever like him in the first place?

    because there isn’t much that someone can be always
    there’s hardly any everys
    never rarely makes an appearance
    only only happens in your dreams

    people aren’t consistent, truth resists simplicity

  7. elishevasmom says:

    Always, Almost

    There once was a
    peace of happiness,
    piece if happiness,
    when innocence was lingering.

    The happiness of how
    and when to laugh,
    and the innocence
    of not knowing why.

    But sometimes, the
    innocent catches
    the glance between,
    and then laughter is insecure.

    Eventually the curiosity
    of that glance
    overcomes the innocence—
    which now has lingered

    long enough—and
    happiness is broken.
    The pieces can be mended,
    but the cracks are always there…

    a shadow of the innocence,
    whose halo slipped
    (whose hallowed self slipped)
    ever so slightly.

    Ellen Knight 11.21.13
    write a “forever_______” poem, PAD 11.13

  8. bjholmes says:

    Always Summer

    Morning sun is warm to the skin,
    no dew on the grass
    the shade of the trees
    grows short
    as noon time passes overhead.
    Sweat trickles like streams
    leaving trails acrross my dirt
    smudged cheeks.
    Heat beats down as the afternoon goes on.
    Baskets are filled,
    melons are plucked,
    shade calls urging me
    to rest and refresh.
    Oh the sweet juice
    pours with the first bite
    of red crisp flesh.
    Oh may it always be summer!

  9. ALWAYS CHRISTMAS

    Three-hundred and sixty-five,
    if I add one, it’s a leap but
    I let the spirit take me, it makes me
    keep Christmas alive. I have survived
    in an immortal mantle to handle
    the cheer all through the year.
    Why me? I am just a spritely old elf,
    I pride myself with being the key
    to unlock the mystery. I am Father Christmas.
    I don’t miss much when it comes to celebrating,
    for as much as you are anticipating that morn,
    I was born to keep the torch of Christmas
    aglow. I know all things good and bad,
    and it’s sad that the bad can outweigh
    a sleigh full of joy. Every toy and gift
    will uplift their spirit (as I hear it),
    but the fire fades by New Year’s Day.
    So let it be known throughout the land.
    I take a stand for the season of Love.
    Mrs. C and I pray to the Heavens above –
    (We know which side our Kringle is buttered on).
    And I have come to this revelation.
    The Christmas celebration is a time of elation.
    The dawn of Creation and the blessed
    station we proclaim. Call me what you will,
    but the thrill of Christmas should fill
    your stockings right up into your night cap.
    Every day of every life rife with a breath.
    I am an advocate for Christmas’ cause,
    all year ‘round, I am Santa Claus!

  10. Missy McEwen says:

    Always Remember

    Even if you don’t, I’ll remember, always,
    the times we spent in the rented two family home
    you lived in on Wade Avenue and Joyce Street.
    No cable, no wifi, we had more than enough
    entertainment provided to us by the woman
    upstairs who yelled at her son, as soon as he
    got off the school bus, from the window–hurry
    the hell up, bring your ass on, do this, do that
    and those times he talked back, he got smacked
    around so hard the walls would shake. You laughed
    when I said we should call the police. And then
    there were your friends that were always stopping by
    to smoke weed with you or borrow a few dollars,
    especially Mookie, with his O-Dog braids. He was
    always broke, always getting arrested, always hungry
    and going through your fridge like it was his, but
    you never had anything in it. Breakfast for you was
    the yooj–a cigarette, Coke, and gas station hot dogs.
    You’d ask me if I wanted one and I’d give you that
    you-know-I-don’t-eat-meat type look, basically a duh
    type look, and you’d oh yeahhhh and buy me a banana
    instead. I know you remember that, but you will always
    remember, more, the memories that were made
    and the tragedy that occurred in the house before
    I came and that incident outweighs everything.
    I’ll always remember what you told me, how you
    came home from work at five in the morning, she
    was in the bathroom getting ready for work and the
    water was running. You didn’t peep in to say Baby,
    I’m home. You never did that, just went in the bedroom
    and fell asleep. You remember dreaming about waterfalls
    and how fascinated you were by them. Hours later it was
    the sound of running water that woke you, you called her
    name, said you should’ve been left, although you knew
    deep down inside something was wrong. There was
    water everywhere when you found her there, in just her bra
    and panties, on the bathroom floor, not moving,
    not breathing.

    • Missy McEwen says:

      Always Remember

      Even if you don’t, I’ll remember, always,
      the times we spent in the rented two family home
      you lived in on Wade Avenue and Joyce Street.
      No cable, no wifi, we had more than enough
      entertainment provided to us by the woman
      upstairs who yelled at her son, as soon as he
      got off the school bus, from the window–hurry
      the hell up, bring your ass on, do this, do that
      and those times he talked back, he got smacked
      around so hard the walls would shake. You laughed
      when I said we should call the police. And then
      there were your friends that were always stopping by
      to smoke weed with you or borrow a few dollars,
      especially Mookie, with his O-Dog braids. He was
      always broke, always getting arrested, always hungry
      and going through your fridge like it was his, but
      you never had anything in it. Breakfast for you was
      the yooj–a cigarette, Coke, and gas station hot dogs.
      You’d ask me if I wanted one and I’d give you that
      you-know-I-don’t-eat-meat type look, basically a duh
      type look, and you’d oh yeahhhh and buy me a banana
      instead. I know you remember that, but you will always
      remember, more, the memories that were made
      and the tragedy that occurred in the house before
      I came and that incident outweighs everything.
      I’ll always remember what you told me, how you
      came home from work at five in the morning, she
      was in the bathroom getting ready for work and the
      water was running. You didn’t peep in to say Baby,
      I’m home. You never did that, just went straight into
      the bedroom and fell asleep. You remember dreaming
      about waterfalls and how they fascinated you. Hours later it was
      the sound of running water that woke you, you called her
      name, said you should’ve been left, although you knew
      deep down inside something was wrong. There was
      water everywhere when you found her there, in just her bra
      and panties, on the bathroom floor, not moving,
      not breathing.

  11. Cin5456 says:

    Always Be Yourself

    Always strive to be you.
    Yourself, not someone else’s
    dream or a mannequin
    cut from strange cloth.
    Give what you can
    and take no more than
    you need, and smile
    for the cameras, but
    know yourself
    for who you are.

  12. Always Content

    Always content
    Sprawled surveying the land
    The Sun on my chest
    Both feet in the sand

    Lazy languishing
    Feeling loose and limber
    Crazy worry free
    No connections just tender

  13. Always and Never

    Always and Never
    are sister and brother.
    You can’t have one
    without the other.

    If you always drink coffee,
    you never drink tea.
    If you’re never imprisoned
    you’ll always be free.

    If you always worked
    you’d never get to play.
    If you never went home
    you’d always be away.

    But to do something never
    can’t always be good.
    And to do something always —
    I’m sure I never could.

    I often like sometimes;
    I sometimes like often.
    Always and never
    are too hard. Let’s soften!

    But if you leave one,
    you must leave both together.
    They travel in tandem,
    always and never.

    Should I bid them goodbye
    forever and ever?
    No! I often like always
    and sometimes like never.

    So though I won’t always
    say always, that’s true,
    I don’t think I’ll never
    say never, do you?

  14. FROM OUR I AM SANTA CLAUS PROJECT…

    ALWAYS WATCHING

    All year long
    he makes his list
    and checks it twice,
    to prepare for
    the naughty and the nice.
    He’s my Mr. C!

              ~Paula Wanken

    ALWAYS WAITING

    Once a year she sits right here
    for my motives are quite clear,
    Girls and boys, a bag of toys
    and speed to carry me from here.
    But no regrets as my “Lady in Waiting”,
    She’ll be right here anticipating,
    for on my return we’ll be celebrating
    a Christmas for just we two,
    my Mrs. C and me!

              ~ Walt Wojtanik

  15. bjzeimer says:

    Always

    I’m always on the outside looking in–
    sitting on the bleachers
    as tall tanned girls
    place balls in baskets. and score.

    I’m always doing cheers on the lawn
    instead of the football field,
    where my classmates
    spread their arms and legs out to the sky.

    I stand at the edge of town,
    as majorettes march by
    their short white skirts and boots
    fringed with bells.

    and when it was try-out time,
    and I auditioned for the part of Katrina,
    I had to play
    one of the Pied Piper’s rats.

    But,– peace.
    Even the dove in the Hackberry tree
    is always on the outside
    looking in.

  16. BezBawni says:

    Always Awhile

    What’s a century for the World?
    Our life’s hardly even that long;
    in the hustle to live and belong
    ‘always’ is a relative word.

    We make haste to care and feel:
    day is young and night never ends;
    we are quick to call people friends;
    not as quick to build or to heal.

    Love is instant, so is pain:
    our friend becoming our foe
    feels like there’s a part of our soul
    dying over and over again,

    but true loyalty knows to repent:
    once a friend – always a friend.

  17. Rosemarie Keenan says:

    ALWAYS LOOK BOTH WAYS

    There I was
    ready to cross like I was taught
    (standing at the curb, waiting for the green)
    when I turned my head and
    caught a glimpse of you,
    sunlight falling on a silver patch of your hair.
    And all of a sudden
    I had nowhere else to be.

  18. DanielAri says:

    “Always on my birthday”

    I love being places that are shut to the public,
    in backstages amid ropes, cobwebs and privileged gloom.
    I once got a pass to Disney World’s computer banks.
    I saw an LED labelled “PIRATE CANNON BOOM.”
    It lit and dimmed. Let tourists watch the pyrotechnics.

    Don’t ask me what I’m doing on my birthday. Assume
    that I’m streaking from the sauna into a hard rain,
    spiking my coffee, taking all day to write a poem
    because I keep looking up at you as marks darken
    the page, and I keep collecting blessings from Facebook.

    I have a suitcase full of fortune cookie fortunes
    with the fortunes on the outside. Eleven twenty-
    watt flickers lead me back to the back door when Greg Brown’s
    CD ends, and I find the sun’s gone down already.
    I love going to dine when I have plenty of room,

    and tonight, with the world’s indulgence, I have plenty!
    Bring on the jelly rolls, whiskey, tacos and sushi!

    DA

  19. Broofee says:

    Always the same

    Morning alarm
    Wakes me up
    I hardly get out of bed
    Go to the toilet,
    Always the same stuff.

    Then I make some tea
    Pack my stuff
    Put my socks on
    Put some pants on
    And I’m ready,
    Always the same stuff.

    Morning walk through the neighborhood
    Tram station
    I get in, sit and drive away,
    Always the same stuff.

    But still,
    There’s hope
    Work won’t always be so boring
    Mornings won’t always be so cold
    Things will turn for better at some point
    It won’t always be the same stuff.
    Same old faces, same old
    Misery.

    It takes just one stroke
    Of luck
    One winning ticket
    One chance
    One good idea
    One well written book
    So I go on
    I wake up every morning
    Do my thing
    Pretend I’m ok with being a robot
    And I wait for that chance
    To come.

  20. Mywordwall says:

    ALWAYS YOUNG

    Trapped in the bubble
    of her fountain of youth
    she watched the world pass by
    taking along the people and places
    of her time, leaving her
    some things new and unknown
    people and places
    untested and untried
    she floats like a mirage
    looking for the anchors that have slipped by
    wishing to hasten her slowed time
    that she would no longer be
    behind.

  21. shann says:

    American Housewife Haiku # 20

    Begging your pardon,
    I hold good intentions close.
    I’m most always late.

  22. Sara McNulty says:

    Always Be Flexible

    If a trip you have planned
    for months is cancelled,
    put it on hold–
    a little place card
    in the back of your mind–
    and do something spontaneous.

    You say your sex life is bland,
    nothing fresh, everything canned?
    Shake it up,
    try a new move.
    Perhaps you will find out
    how flexible you really are.

  23. seingraham says:

    Always Left Wondering

    In my dreams again last night
    you came sauntering down
    the road
    The one running up from the
    lake; I see you as clearly as
    the last time
    We met there…Mom had sent
    you with the boat to fetch
    me back to the island
    Your floppy blonde forelock
    is shiny and bouncing off
    your forehead
    And I can hear you whistling
    that lonesome whippoorwill
    song
    as you come along, your hands
    stuck deep in your jeans…
    not a care in the world, I think

    What did we talk about that night,
    I wonder
    Wishing yet again I could remember
    more about how
    our childhood talks had gone
    I know we got along, we argued,
    made up, we laughed ourselves silly too

    I remember all of it, but only vaguely
    And now with you gone, I need to try
    and stop wondering all the time
    How it really was…it’s not going
    to change anything, is it?
    You’re not going to suddenly come
    waltzing into my dreams
    one night, full of answers, are you?
    I guess, I just keep hoping…

  24. cbwentworth says:

    Always Shifting

    Cast your spell,
    ticking clock
    Light the sun,
    cue the moon
    Never stop,
    always sure

    Shifting sands,
    change my course
    Compass lost,
    no clear map
    Such is life,
    nothing stays

  25. rosross says:

    ALWAYS KNOWN

    Thoughts did rise and huddle close to fading image,
    holding hands across the edge of time and space,
    cold-fingered, tight-lipped and chilled through flesh,
    full imagined in the wreck of broken grace;
    rising yet to taunt and tighten heart and mind’s resolve,
    mocking, silent, settled on the days as grieving breaks.

    Remembering – that putting back together piece by piece,
    jigsaw patience, sorting through the dust of hope,
    where all the broken shards of lost relationship do hide,
    and pain does set adrift on salty tears what reason chose;
    drowning, arms adrift and soul in tortured, helpless wake,
    beneath the brutal waves where nothing will be known.

    To waken – believing that it has been nothing more than dream,
    and then reality smooths careful place upon the bed,
    sits with folded arms, smooth brow and unforgiving glare,
    as wishes are with sharpened knife, so surely bled;
    dying, surrendering to that which has been always clearly known,
    so long denied, and yet a meal of truth so forceful fed.

  26. bxpoetlover says:

    Always Choose Wisely.

    Half the world can’t be wrong.
    You must have read about him abusing his ex-wife
    and threatening her and her father with a gun

    Why would you think it wise to lay with and love
    a man that shot a boy down

    If you let him back in, don’t be confident
    the police will arrive in time for
    your rescue

  27. MichelleMcEwen says:

    Always on Time

    Daddy was always on time
    for the three to eleven
    down at the post office. Always
    got there thirty minutes early
    to check his car, to lock
    and re-lock— the OCD in him.

    Thirty minutes early
    for thirty some odd years.

    Drove mama mad sometimes
    that daddy wasn’t one of those
    men who pulled into work
    a minute before their shift,
    running in— doors unlocked
    or lights on.

    Daddy didn’t want that to happen
    to him— to hear his name called
    over the intercom for something silly
    like left-on lights, didn’t want to come
    outta work one night to find his blue
    Bonneville gone

    and no way home.

  28. randinha says:

    ALWAYS GOLDEN

    Tabernacles enthroning
    the field’s secret treasure
    and timepieces hovering

    over a sarcophagus inlaid with
    sunlight and scrollwork

    and spilling coins, crowns,
    cufflinks and candlesticks

    as if they were Idun’s apples,
    the lion knight’s armor,
    the age of scholars and heroes,

    the fleece of Jason
    or the flames of the dragon
    or the subtle, sacred filigree

    looping through the ornaments
    and opportunities.

    Chalices of wine
    and a woman’s charms

    forging the rings,
    paving the roads,

    plating the harps
    and the hearts of the dime-novel hookers
    and kissing the halos

    of martyrs gathered
    around the monstrance.

  29. Always Just A Girl

    Sometimes I’ll wear stockings or silk and
    curl my hair, pin it up in gold bands.
    Boys will catch me by the elbow, coy and
    lusty — unaware I’m no woman.

  30. bethwk says:

    Always

    After we had buried the little hen
    in a nest of soft grasses
    between the roots of the old walnut tree
    on the hill, sifting soil over the red feathers,
    we looked around for rocks to cover the spot.

    For a moment we considered
    the stone that has always been there,
    perched atop the last remaining locust post
    that held up the electric fence that kept a pair
    of hillside steers from wandering,
    years before we ever came to this place.

    We saw it there that day we first walked these hills,
    looking across the patchwork valley,
    across the bowl of the gently spreading hollow
    and considered whether we could call it home.
    Placed by some previous farmer’s hand,
    carelessly, perhaps, or deliberately: this belongs here.

    That stone has witnessed winters and thaws
    and crackling summer heat,
    the tractor trundling past by day,
    and the patter of fox feet at night, fleeting
    down the hill to cross the stream by moonlight.
    The eagle flies above it, and the chickadee,
    and mockingbird perches there to tell his histories.

    A herd of silent deer will sometimes stand
    next to the stone on the post
    to catch the messages in scents
    that waft down the ridge in the breeze.

    It is touched by the glow
    of light from the fire circle,
    where it presides over murmurs and laughter,
    singing and chanting, stories and dancing,
    the gathering of friendship by firelight.

    We gathered other rocks that afternoon
    to mark the spot where the little hen lay
    nestled among sweet grasses under earth.
    The sentinel rock remains on its post.

  31. Domino says:

    How to Succeed

    Always have the answer
    or know how to get it.

    Always leave work at work
    and home at home.

    Always keep your head down
    and hands busy.

    Always date outside the office.
    Period.

    Always offer your suggestions
    even over the nay-sayers’ scoffing.

    Always take credit for your work
    and give fair credit to others.

    Always leave the tears at home
    or at least in the parking lot.

    Always remember other people
    have bad days too.

    Always thank your boss for giving you work.
    Really. Do it.

    Always ignore gossip and backbiting.
    There is no place for it in a happy workplace.

    Always keep your music too low to hear
    one step away from your desk.

    Always sign up for work events and activities.
    It makes for better camaraderie and morale.

    Always work at a job you enjoy, even love,
    and will help you grow as a professional.

    Always be ready with a resume
    in case it’s time to move on.

  32. LeAnneM says:

    Nonsense

    Always any sometimes none
    Never often if

    Rarely lately later now
    Early seldom next

    Elsewhere even backwards up
    Nearby outside on

    Almost fully fairly just
    Really rather much

  33. Always a bridle

    Hold your tongue
    and stay the steady course
    for the win

    Don’t dream of
    letting go of the reins
    to run free

  34. Linda Hatton says:

    Always Learn From Nature

    November came and with it, six
    birds of paradise who peeked
    out from solstice lull, beaks
    pointed towards sunless sky
    and winking at me as humming-
    birds dipped and dived
    inside for an autumn drink, made
    me thankful nature cares
    for each other when man
    isn’t looking.

  35. gl86 says:

    A CHILD’S COMFORT

    It’s been a lifetime
    since I believed in always,
    a child’s comfort
    we must fold away to live,
    fly before the candle’s out.

  36. Julieann says:

    Always and Forever

    We vowed that day to be one
    I am yours – you are mine
    We are one

    Children, family, life on the run
    Joyous times, times of sorrow
    We are one

    Seems as though we’ve just begun
    Even at the end
    We are one

  37. LeonasLines says:

    My always poem for today is titled “Always in Demand” and it is posted on my blog at: http://leonaslines.com/2013/11/20/always-in-demand/

  38. De Jackson says:

    Always, and Everything After

    The moon has slowly emptied herself of milk
    and mammoth light in this infinite sky, and

    I am left holding nothing but slant and sway.
    Fray these fragile edges all you want, but in

    the center there is still some semblance of
    forever. I have tried to explain this to you in

    fractured pieces of infinity, but since you
    seldom listen, perhaps these pinpricked

    stars shall suffice. Wish upon them once,
    twice…then breathe ebony and let all else

                                                                        fly.

    .

  39. MLundstedt says:

    “Always Whisper”

    Always whisper in that place,
    Where even gulls refuse to cry,
    Especially on foggy nights,
    And when the moon is high.
    You do not want to wake her,
    The ghost of Lady Jane,
    The Harbor killed her once,
    But now she is its bane.

  40. DWong says:

    Always in Fashion

    Her feet pound the sidewalk
    heel and then toe

    dressed up in black boot heels
    black jacket flows

    black collar rolled to ears
    smoke you see blow

    out from cherry red lips
    cigarette

    glued twixt her fingertips
    purse and black bag

    dangle towards her hips
    blonde hair contrast

    every day I see her
    skin yellow green

    she walks with a purpose
    walks to be seen

    she thinks behaves like
    a fashion queen.

  41. Margie Fuston says:

    Always Watching

    There you are again,
    staring at me from the bakery window,
    eyeing a chocolate croissant,
    daring me to come inside
    as I pace out front.
    Don’t think I didn’t see you yesterday,
    in the Macy’s fitting rooms,
    noticing the way my butt
    pulled the fabric a little too tight.
    Or the day before that,
    when you watched me struggle
    with a flyaway hair at the stoplight.
    Why can’t you just stay home
    in the bathroom mirror
    and leave me alone
    for once?

  42. cholder says:

    Always the Last to Know

    case closed
    the police report read.

    the neighbor reported seeing a car
    same time two days a week;
    it wasn’t her business.

    the same beautician styled their hair
    each month but not the same day;
    she could keep a secret.

    a friend heard the rumor
    and once he made a pass at her;
    but didn’t want to be the messenger.

    the mother never trusted him
    thought he was shifty and too flirty;
    a mother always knows.

    the husband never saw it coming
    when she pulled the trigger.

  43. Linda Goin says:

    Always Drifting

    I was born in a place
    where mothers tattooed
    their babies with anchors.
    Those symbols penetrated our bones,
    they hold us captive as we drift.
    Yes, we drift.
    No direction required
    when chained to a berth, binding us
    to familyhood
    like sailors on a ship
    with one eye on the bailer.

    Those tatts remind us who we are,
    where we were, and why we keep leaning
    into winds that push us back
    to the motherland
    when mothers are gone.
    We peer at planets
    through telescopes
    to decipher how to detach,
    and all we see are stars that stay
    in the same places as we spin.

  44. Hannah says:

    Always Reinventing

    Dreaming of an animal,
    tigress stalks and rest eludes;
    vine enrapt and tangible-
    she believes it’s a prelude.
    It’s a prodding powerful
    unveiling of true design…
    Resign coat of cowardice
    step into this skin divine.
    Nighttime reveals resentment,
    bitterness inside biting
    whilst joy and true contentment
    it’s behind bamboo hiding.
    She seeks truth and clarity
    passion longs to be uncaged,
    quietude speaks lucidly
    in growls she has grown enraged.
    She’ll awaken practical
    embracing inner-tigress ,
    visions of her animal
    grants this celestial access.
    She chooses this wilder-ness,
    self-realized her soul’s teeming
    with mountainous precipice,
    empowered by such dreaming.

    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2013

    Thank you for the prompt Robert and a nod to RJ @ Poetic Bloomings for the form I employed today, the Ae freslighe (ay fresh lee).

  45. Clae says:

    Always Never

    I always begin
    Full of great ideas
    Where I end up
    Ends up having
    Slightly less appeal
    I always start out
    Inspired to create
    Where I end up
    Ends up being
    Nowhere near so great

  46. bartonsmock says:

    -always crow-

    the boy keeps quiet about his room. his toys gather for bully scenes. his toys even have a graveyard. when one goes missing, he believes in an angel. his mother hides her applause from his father like a tracking device. the three live together at different times in a pre-existing broken home with two chimneys. forest the boy thinks is the forgotten back of a forest creature. when in the room he is quiet about, the boy grooms each wall to be a window for one day and for when that one day comes. my girlfriend grieves in public to tell me how his mother and father were not long ago so lovely and so accused. he was the only boy who couldn’t see a crow without seeing through it. could be he’s the blood in her voicebox.

  47. ALWAYS IS FOREVER

    Always
    is a long time
    to hold on to resentment
    for real or imagined anguish
    brought about by others.

    Always
    is all you have
    when you can’t take back the words
    you have spoken from the anger
    controlling who you are.

    Always
    is forever
    when a wrong can’t be righted
    because death chose to intervene
    and anger becomes guilt.

    © Susan Schoeffield

  48. Bruce Niedt says:

    Always Yogi

    Always go to other people’s funerals,
    otherwise they won’t come to yours.

    I always thought that record would stand
    until it was broken
    Baseball is ninety percent mental;
    the other half is physical.
    You can observe a lot just by watching.
    If people don’t want to come out to the ballpark,
    how are you going to stop them?
    The game’s isn’t over until it’s over.

    Nobody goes there anymore
    because it’s too crowded.
    It gets late early out there.
    A nickel ain’t worth a dime anymore.
    It’s like deja vu all over again.

    You’ve got to be very careful
    if you don’t know where you are going
    because you might not get there.
    When you come to a fork in the road, take it.

    I never said most of the things I said.

  49. writinglife16 says:

    Always Watching

    We called her Alicia.
    Lady of the windows.
    Always watching.

    She looked out her windows.
    And not just looking.
    Watching.
    Always watching.

    She could tell you what time the
    sun rose and not because it was in
    the paper.
    She knew who left with whom.
    What time they came back.

    If you ran into her at the market, she’d look
    at you as if she didn’t know you.
    Thought it was weird until I realized,
    she was out of her comfort zone.
    Nothing registered outside of watching.
    It was her life.

    When she died, we realized we knew
    nothing about her.
    Other than her watching.
    I imagine that Lady Alicia is still watching.
    Always watching.
    She’s just got a better view.

    • deringer1 says:

      Very good. It reminded me of a neighbor I used to have, except that we all appreciated her sitting at her window observing who came and went in our neighborhood.

    • PressOn says:

      I love the sympathy, or maybe empathy, I feel coming from this. Oddly enough, it reminds me of a character from the old Toonerville Trolley comic, Cynthia Snoop. Alicia seems like a much nicer person than Cynthia, though.

    • Linda Goin says:

      We have a neighbor like this, too, but she lets us know far too much about her own life. I think you’ve struck a chord here!

    • cbwentworth says:

      Interesting piece – I love how it explores something we don’t always like to talk about. We’ve made it so easy to communicate and connect in this modern world, yet in some ways we just don’t. It is an odd paradox.

  50. Earl Parsons says:

    Always Here

    When I feel sad, she comforts me.
    She knows just what to say
    To cheer me up and make me smile
    She brings sunshine to my day.

    When I get mad, she calms me down.
    She confirms reality.
    The sound of her angelic voice
    Drives the anger out of me.

    When I need hope, she lifts me up.
    She takes away my doubt.
    She’s the inspiration that I need,
    Always there to help me out.

    When I need advice, she gives the best.
    She would never steer me wrong.
    But I don’t need advice to know,
    With her is where I belong.

    When I need comfort, I go to her.
    She’s my refuge from the storm.
    Each moment that I spend with her
    Makes me thankful I was born.

    When I need love, to her I turn.
    No other do I see.
    I pray I’m always here for her,
    And she’s always here for me.

  51. priyajane says:

    Always Breathing

    Life, is always breathing
    in circles of currents
    as we
    pollinate and contaminate
    blowing it away
    wearing sunglasses
    foolishly ignoring
    the ricochet –

  52. PKP says:

    Always?

    “Always” he said
    straight into her eyes
    “Always?” she shied
    fearful of lies
    “Always.” he said
    His hands moving
    toward there…
    “Always for you I will always care.”
    And she sat suddenly up
    straight-strong as a tree
    “Always?!” she asked
    “We are only sixteeen –
    How could that possibly be?”
    What you want is “now” not always
    That I now clearly see
    And with a flick of her ponytailed head
    She walked to and opened the door
    “I think you blew it with the “always”
    Don’t use that any more.”

  53. De Jackson says:

    always blank

    but yank the words from their snow
    -y white worlds, their swirls of
    ivory nothing and unspoken chalk
    -y sky. ask them why they hide
    behind all this waiting salt. fault
    them not for their fears, their
    worried, wasted years, but only stir
    them soft from their slumbered
    sleep under this shallow sheet.

    .

  54. Nancy Posey says:

    Always Calling

    Always calling me as I head home, you ask,
    Where are you now? as if the time, the distance
    between me and you stretches too long, too far,
    as though you map the trajectory, plot the points
    of where I am and where you wait. Long flattered,
    I now wonder how you spend that time, why
    the need to know how long I’ll be? I doubt
    that you have dancing girls ready to exit
    the back door at the sound of my approach,
    but I read subtle signs, hints of small deceptions.
    Your ready acquiescence to my absence, once
    a sign of trust, now sends a troubling signal,
    makes me one part lawyer, one part sleuth.
    Always calling when I head your way, I ask you,
    Do you miss me? Can you wait until I’m home?
    I bide my time, believe in patience as its own
    reward. Eyes wide open, ears alert, I bite
    my tongue and wait. I could be wrong.

  55. PKP says:

    Always – In the before time

    “I’ll be loving you
    always”
    My grandmother
    trilled
    in her clear
    contralto – as we wiped
    already sparkling
    windows with pink-glass
    wax circles
    sun glittering
    bouncing beams from
    her black hair
    to my besotted
    love soaked head
    swirling with her
    sweet scented
    clean – as
    a track from the
    album of my childhood
    written (in my belief)
    just for me –
    sung secretly
    just to me
    each note illuminated by our
    glittering glass waxed love –
    clear, clean, bright,
    just- us – two – before –
    the – others – came
    smiling special smiles
    singing our special song
    together
    loving
    always

  56. annell says:

    The Perception of Time
    Always
    Sometime
    Never
    Nothing is always
    Sometime more reasonable
    Never unknown

    Never
    Return to
    The days passed
    Lived
    Loved

    Time is sometimes fast
    Sometimes slow
    Never backwards
    Always forward

    The future holds
    Many new sometimes
    Surprises
    Joy
    Sorrow

    The rocks and
    The mountains
    Seem always
    Maybe the universe
    Will be always

    Nothing is really
    Definite when it comes
    To time
    It is all perception

  57. Always Gold in Ketchikan

    Always gold in Ketchikan
    But not the kind that glitters
    Help me out and fetch a pan
    I’ll fry up apple fritters

    The salmon is delicious
    The shrimp scampi will enthrall
    And scrumptious baked quail dishes
    You must try then one and all

  58. ALWAYS SIEMPRE

    Where’s the word for this music? Life-
    altering, choices from a world
    left behind; grasped; a silver knife
    of melody trumpeted, whirled,

    altering – choices from a world
    slipping suns a thousand miles south
    on melody trumpeted, whirled
    mariachi-style. Oh sweet mouth

    slipping suns a thousand miles south.
    She tries the mimicry of sounds
    mariachi-style, oh sweet. Mouth
    learns rattles, fricatives and rounds.

    She tries this mimicry of sounds,
    gets goosebumps as the very sun
    learns rattles, fricatives and rounds,
    her preconceptions all undone

    to goosebumps. Here’s the very sun
    left behind, grasped. A silver knife,
    her preconceptions all undone.
    Where’s the word for this music? Life.

  59. Jane Shlensky says:

    Always Moving

    I wonder if the wind gets tired,
    its fingers ruffling the leaves,
    its typhoon breath behind the waves,
    its sharp inhale tornado fare.

    I don’t think that it envies birds
    who glide upon it like a friend.
    I’ve seen it playful, bear them up
    and give them rides into the sky.

    Does wind grow weary of effect?
    It’s onomatopoeia’s friend,
    such hooting, whirring, moaning sounds.
    Its movement stirs earth, water, sands

    and flattens landscapes with demands.
    And does it ever simply stop,
    disliking power for a while,
    and spend a day hand-picking leaves?

    I’ve known a sultry summer day
    when I have bargained for a breeze
    to stir to please breathless languor,
    but even then hot air was moved

    by wind on break that sighed and smoothed
    camellias to pour their scent
    onto a gently rolling snore.
    We humans want to regulate

    so wind comes in three speeds. We choose
    an artificial wind, man’s breath,
    with no surprises, one more death,
    gods leashed like lapdogs, brought to heel.

    Will that be better, help us feel
    the grandeur of great nature’s plans
    and know our size among the stars?
    Will we always be moving then?

  60. Dare says:

    Always Next Year

    Holidays
    Always rushing
    Two steps ahead
    Missing this moment
    Where magic happens
    Next year will be different
    Next year I’ll slow down
    Next year I’ll be
    Here Now

    Just wait til next year

  61. RJ Clarken says:

    Always is a Camera/The Word is Love

    A
    picture
    is worth one
    thousand words, they say. So, how many words
    exist to describe the photographs of
    us in my
    mind’s eye?
    One.

    ###

  62. Congratulations and encouragement to all of you writing daily. You are fantastic – all of you! Stopping in whenever I can to join the fray…

    faucets

    there will always be
    another faucet leaking
    a pan of bacon grease
    a laundry hamper reeking
    of stale sweat too soon
    an alarm shattering the peace

    just as there will always be
    things we jotted on bits
    of pocket paper to rehearse
    what we didn’t have the wits
    to say when we passed like
    thank you and you are the universe

    there will always be
    another day to stop this carousel
    and as the crowds insist embrace
    until we can no longer tell
    each other anything except by our pulse
    the spark of recognition in our face

    there will always be
    another time but today
    I feel my age the weight
    of bone and ego thrown away
    nothing is forever here
    I don’t want to be too late

  63. Always a meme

    John the Pepperspray Cop
    spraying Yoda and Buddha
    and Lennon
    in the window
    of my computer,
    the wide arc of his arm
    casually painting its way
    throughout art and literature
    and history,
    the collective whole instinctively
    knowing
    they have always known
    this character’s
    story –
    the long comical arm of the oppressor
    reining us in,
    putting down protest
    quite painfully,
    a meme inside a meme
    we can never seem
    to dream our way
    out of

  64. PressOn says:

    ALWAYS IN THE AIR

    There it goes. I’m wondering
    where albatrosses fly to.
    New horizons, sundering
    the old, and there to die, too?

    Perhaps, in their travelling,
    the air is their refuge; their
    place to rest, unravelling,
    for they meet no deluge there.

  65. ALWAYS PRIVATE MOMENT WISHES

    The nights are silent; still warm from memory’s fervent glow.
    It is times like this that one knows the power of a simple wish.
    Desire and possibility provide the agility for these to transpire
    fed by the fire that smolders within hearts shared in love.
    Always giving, all ways forgiving. Always living for the other
    to survive another day of life together. Whether out of want
    or insistence, she offers no resistance; a willing partner
    of the heart. He expresses in rushes of words that seldom
    overwhelm; they nudge and cajole and caress – the best use
    of tenderness which she welcomes. It is a wish they make
    that takes every private moment worth holding and
    molding it into a life well lived, given in the dream of hearts.

  66. “Always on the Run”

    Brilliant sunlight in November
    throws me off pace
    and I stumble,
    catching my toe on nothing
    more than memories.
    I flail my arms for balance,
    fearing the fall,
    until a ’49 Packard slides by
    and rights the world
    with a hint
    that times gone by
    are here,
    stacked like yellowing newspapers,
    if you only take the time
    to peel back the layers.

  67. Michelle Hed says:

    Always Another Day

    to right
    the wrongs
    or fix
    the broken;
    to call
    or write
    or spend
    some time
    with you…
    until
    you run
    out of days.

  68. JanetRuth says:

    Robert, Your poem is dead on!

  69. ALL WAYS

    We travel an outer circle
    on the journey called Life
    Like a rabbit chasing it’s tale
    we run – round and round
    until we find a path,
    calling us to voyage on
    down the dark way
    uncertain, often afraid
    until, the Light shines
    steady and True –
    All ways meet in the middle

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