2015 April PAD Challenge: Day 14

It’s Tuesday, so I guess it’s appropriate that I have two things to discuss this morning. First, it was pointed out that there is a person copying and pasting other people’s work in the comments of this blog, which is probably the laziest form of plagiarism I’ve ever seen–but we’re working to get this person booted off the site and want to remind people that I’m only an e-mail away at robert.brewer@fwcommunity.com. Second, the search tool was not working for some after Day 6, but I think that issue is now fixed. If not, try re-booting your computer to see if that helps.

Today is our second “Two for Tuesday” prompt(s), and here are your options:

  1. Write an honest poem. Or…
  2. Write a dishonest poem.


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Here’s my attempt at an Honest and/or Dishonest Poem:


it’s easier some days
than on other days

to notice the shape
clouds make in the morning

or the smell of fresh rain
puddled in the grass

as birds dart from one
branch to the next

always with glorious
songs thundering

the world awake
as if today is the day

that everything will
in fact get much

easier & i am thankful
on the days when

it is more difficult
that something

snaps me back into it.


Today’s guest judge is…

Annie Finch

Annie Finch

Annie Finch

Author of 18 books of poetry and poetics, Annie Finch has devoted most of her life to the art of poetry. Her most recent books are Spells: New and Selected Poems (Wesleyan University Press); Measure for Measure: An Anthology of Poetic Meters (Random House/Everymans Library); and A Poet’s Craft: A Comprehensive Guide to Making and Sharing Your Poetry (University of Michigan Press).

Finch’s poems have appeared in Poetry, Harvard Review, The Paris Review, and many other journals and in anthologies including The Norton Anthology of World Poetry, The Penguin Book of the Sonnet, and The Penguin Book of Twentieth-Century American Poetry. She reads, lectures, and teaches poetry widely across the U.S. and abroad.

Learn more at AnnieFinch.com.


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816 thoughts on “2015 April PAD Challenge: Day 14

  1. mmarie

    A continuation of yesterday’s poem… 🙂

    by M. Marie

    “You’re beautiful,”
    I explained to
    her doubtful
    and suspicious frown.
    She arched
    an eyebrow at my words,
    but made no other

    As the words
    between us,
    I began to
    wish desperately
    to snatch them back,
    to deny them
    and all the tangled,
    wild emotions
    behind them,

    they were already
    and it was
    impossible to
    rein those
    back in now that
    the truth of
    my words
    were laid out
    so clearly
    between us.

    So I smiled.
    I shrugged.
    And I laughed
    until her soft voice
    joined mine.

  2. AmyA

    Is Meter Dishonest?

    A petal pointillism dots the ground,
    And pinks each surface in the softest hue
    With Springtime’s blossoms, fingerprints abound
    They mingle with the grass, new leaves, and dew.

    We walk despite the wind’s quixotic tricks,
    And huddle close to flower laden trees
    As rose-hued snow and rain together mix,
    Each gust of current more confetti frees.

    The polka-dotted waves slap at my chest,
    How cruel is April, laying flow’rs to rest!

    Amy Appleton

  3. waplef


    Today let me count my riches
    Add up all my golden rings
    And put a price tag
    On all my material things
    I’ll even count my dollar notes
    And use it as a measurement… of my worth
    But honestly, to me
    At this moment
    I am rich beyond belief
    For my value
    Is not counted in silver or gold
    It’s the first breath of my newborn
    And the kisses that helped… to keep me warm
    It’s in the gentle words
    That caresses my aching soul
    It’s in the progress that I have made
    For my destiny would never fade
    I believe that all my dreams
    Would reach the intended peak
    But for now
    My gratitude
    Is worth a golden crown

  4. Khara House


    She lies to keep the bones from breaking,
    face down in a stolen hospital gown.

    Because the truth is a hemline full of pins,
    a naked nerve held to flaming tongue

    that can’t be kept
    behind its ivory wall.

    But truth will out, like baby fat
    called fat to hide the baby.

  5. MadPoet

    Love Is

    Love is doing things for each other.
    Love is saying I’m sorry and meaning it.
    Love is over looking another’s faults,
    Love is never going to bed or leaving home angry.
    Love is not hurting each other either emotionally or physically.
    Love is taking care of each other in sickness and in health.
    Love is two people completing each other.
    Love is forgiving.
    Love is always being honest.

  6. feywriter

    In Passing

    “How are you?”
    “I’m fine”
    I don’t even recognize
    the words
    but when you see someone
    in just a pass
    they’re not looking
    for truth
    just politeness
    “I’ll see you tomorrow”
    and we go our separate ways

    –Mary W. Jensen

  7. mschied

    Concerning Poetry

    In all honesty,
    I’ve never really cared for it
    I’ve never been one of
    those young girls
    twitterpated over Tennyson
    or bonkers over Byron

    Frost is fine
    and Whitman has whimsy
    and I do know a few Dickinson’s by heart
    but in truth
    that’s about all I need

    so why poem then?
    you ask, astounded by
    my sacrilegious talk

    well, I say
    why not?

  8. Kaylast

    Honest duty
    The truth is that when mother
    Calls for me to help I still
    wince preferring to shirk duty
    But duty strongly brought up in me
    Always wins out
    So I often find myself glancing
    Balefully at my brother who doesn’t
    seem to have learned duty as well
    Because he’d rather stay clean
    Than get dirty and sweaty
    So I’m always the one left
    scrubbing dirt and picking off ticks
    But really its not fair to my mother
    if I sigh or complain
    Because for 26 years she’s
    cleaned up all my messes
    with barely a word beyond caution
    of the days when my own kids
    will treat me that same.

  9. JayGee2711


    have howled here
    but I refuse
    to fear
    this cabin moon,
    cold and
    the tail ends
    of truth
    and being lost
    being trapped
    inside your lies
    with you.

    Julie Germain

  10. LCaramanna

    Romantic Interlude

    The Man in the Moon winked
    at the evening star
    as twilight sky faded to dusk,
    a flirtatious wink,
    a bold attempt
    to twinkle the star
    to love.
    Honestly, Moon
    you should be more discrete
    as you woo your star
    to love.
    As if on cue
    a vapor obscured
    this romantic interlude.

    Lorraine Caramanna

  11. LCaramanna


    on the run from justice
    street wise city bad boy
    new to small town life
    unsuspecting parents
    saw only baby face handsome

    too young to drive
    too cool for school
    in with the out law crowd
    pocketful of candy stolen from convenient stores
    stash of pot in the bottom dresser drawer
    rum in the cola from an overstocked bar
    naive girl friend

    Instagram photos the crime scene
    he gave her more than she wanted
    she should never have believed him
    when he texted he loved her
    bruised with proof he had lied

    Lorraine Caramanna

  12. Jane Shlensky

    Woo and Woe
    Your smile is a hand
    with long fingers, daring belief.
    Your stories wild and random,
    ride wounded stags through forests,

    leaping pointy caverns to avoid
    snapping teeth, your lies entertaining
    nightmares. I can easily wake,
    daring silence.

    Panic lays me flat, bullets singing
    just above, wearying percussion
    of my breaths that take too long,
    of heartbeats staccato thump.

    Fear of survival is pungent
    as sweat, adventures in pain
    daring peace. Perhaps my honesty
    is as daring as your dishonesty.

    Perhaps my lies mirror your truths,
    all stories being equal.

  13. Jane Shlensky

    Honest Weather Friends

    You can trust an honest rain,
    staid winds that rattle window panes,
    and summer sun.

    Even the pollen springtime hurls
    in blossoms frilled like little girls
    are truths respun.

    But wild fires whipped that way and this
    and milk-glass fog´s treacherous kiss
    are set to stun.

    Tornadoes bounce, huge waves descend,
    and we’re surprised again again
    that we’re undone.

  14. Jane Shlensky


    If I admit that I am a liar and rogue,
    will you believe my story or dismiss it
    as corrupt, as lies and roguery?

    If you believe me to be the liar I say
    I am, my words false, for what reason
    would you choose to hear my story?

    A reverse moral? A lesson in avoidance?
    As commentary on our times and
    social structures that lead me to lie?

    Are my words then barometers
    or catalysts for your own mischief?
    Tell me, is there honesty in my tale?

    You challenge me with transparency
    as I hold a mirror up for your reflection.
    What if tricksters are good people

    who challenge an oppression in need
    of rogues? Stories abound. Who tells
    the tale controls definitions of heroism

    and barbarism. I swear that my truest words
    tell fictions, that I shun pretense beneath my mask.
    Am I a reliable character? Will you believe me?

  15. horselovernat

    An Honest Evaluation of War

    Watching the most recent one
    unfold, I can’t help
    but wonder
    what the first one
    was like.
    Surely much has changed?

    Not necessarily the reasons,
    for while they evolve
    like the phases
    of the moon,
    it all comes down
    to love or fear.

    My curiosity hints
    towards the hows
    and the whys,
    for the only guarantee
    is the promise
    of change.

    So then I have my answer.
    If it can stretch across
    the ages, then it
    hasn’t really changed
    at all.
    Same oppressors,
    same rebellers,
    Different armors,
    Different faces.
    Once, they all were family.
    Now, joined only beneath stone.

    Natalie Gasper


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