2014 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 6

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For today’s prompt, write a happy now poem. There are a few ways to come at this prompt. For instance, I could think something along the lines of, “I am happy now.” Or I could spin it another way with, “Am I happy now?” Or project outwards, “Are you happy now?” Of course, the emphasis could be on the word “happy” or the word “now.” I hope everyone finds happiness with their poeming now.


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Here’s my attempt at a Happy Now poem:

“Now or Later”

I’ll be a happy tater
because I’ve been through enough
to know that low can always

be lower, that slow can be
slower, and no one owes you
anything. So I’ll take now

or later, alligator,
and I will smile for awhile,
crocodile, because I’ll live

longer that way, and if not
longer, at least happier,
because the worst kind of pain

is always self-inflicted.


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178 thoughts on “2014 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 6

  1. Kasey

    Happy Now

    She wandered off inside her head
    with sour face and furrowed brow.
    Did they hear what her mother said?
    The bubbles make her happy now.

    They lost her when they sang the song
    about the farmer and his plow.
    She didn’t want to sing along.
    ‘cause bubbles make her happy now.

    Keeping the balloon in the air
    no longer had the power to wow,
    as evidenced by her blank stare.
    The bubbles make her happy now.

    Orbs floating slowly to the ground,
    they brought her back to life somehow.
    Her squeal was a delightful sound.
    The bubbles make her happy now.

  2. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    Silver-Tongued Fox
    by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    Today i spent the day with Ted Kooser
    grateful holding his hand as he spun
    stories around my head all day.
    He didn’t care that my house was messy,
    nor did he chastise for ignoring my treadmill.
    He even goaded me into sharing a
    third cup of eggnog-flavored coffee
    overtop a lapfull of books.
    Never have I felt so liberated.
    With any luck, that Silver-tongued Fox
    will be in my bathwater this eves.

    © 2014 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  3. Michelle Hed

    On High

    I’ve only
    been there
    a few times…
    I mean,
    really been there.
    The complete
    infusing every cell
    in your body,
    you feel as if
    an entire choir
    and symphony
    are conducting you
    to the highest
    metaphysical plane
    and you are
    and nothing can bring

  4. De Jackson

    Pursuing Happy

            Happiness has a violent roar.
            – The Fray

    The scar
    -city of laughter
    is fleeting, pleading
    for something less than
    the shock of its own loud skin.

    We sing in syllables
    of savagery and silence,
    teeth barred,
    doors unchained.

    We wanted something
    greater than this happy now,
    something somehow more lasting
    than this aimless casting of


  5. hohlwein

    Happy Poem

    Today I can write a happy poem because
    I went to bed hungry
    I went to bed sleepless
    I went to bed a foreigner

    Today I wake up rested in a different place
    a happy place
    I am taken to the farmer’s market
    by two kind and powerful artists

    They buy black turnips and thin fish
    and know what to do with them
    I go undiscovered as a sleepless, hungry, foreigner

    I buy kiwis that look like a man’s balls
    and apples that have spots and imperfections.
    I buy clementines and cabbage
    and see how I will eat
    and know why

    to live
    to live like the French

    All my friends in the U.S. are asleep now, probably.
    I will fly through their dreams
    until, in the dark and in the light,
    we are all smiling, like the Mona Lisa,
    … just a little.

  6. Mark Danowsky

    Happiness was a warm gun
    after The Beatles

    He talks about feeling hot
    after years of walking the streets

    armed and therefore on
    “white hot alert”

    hackles raised
    ready to be Bronson

    That’s why he gave up
    carrying concealed

    But he worries
    something is missing

    Unarmed, should he be
    on the look out for enemies?

    knowing the responsibility he felt
    was too much for one to bear

  7. Lori D. Laird

    Sometimes With Change You Lose

    When I was younger
    convenience wasn’t the “norm.”
    Today you can’t say that.
    There’s always some hidden harm.
    From food to play, things
    haven’t remained the same.
    Everyone looks for some way
    to win an imaginary game.

    Kids used to play outside.
    Didn’t come in until dark.
    Parents didn’t worry.
    Didn’t know about predatory sharks.
    We never left hollering distance
    or our butts would pay a price.
    People were more helpful.
    Nowadays kids don’t know the word “nice.”

    The world we live in now is
    made for the ruthless and rude.
    Say hello to a stranger on the street
    and you’re met with a look that’s crude.
    No doors are kept unlocked.
    There’s too much violent crime.
    People now will murder
    for little more than a dollar and dime.

    The world, sadly enough,
    has lost her pedestal.
    Soon she’ll be nothing more
    than an empty skull.
    So, I hope you’re all happy now.
    With the lose of morals and dignity
    we’ve killed not only her but also
    thrown ourselves into an uncompassionate sea.

  8. Khara House

    I’ll tell you a secret

    Joy is a kitten’s tongue
    on human flesh,
    that sand papered softness
    and tickling charm.

    I dream you—the secret of you
    hovered above my cotton sheet.

    Joy is mica, moss over stone.
    The gentle slip of pebbles
    in a stream. Bathing by moonlight
    in the river when the river runs deep.

    The happiest moments of my life
    have not happened yet.

    But I know they will.
    I see you slipping to the surface,
    garbled in sparrow song,
    and when my moment rises

    it will be you there
    rising, too.


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