2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 14

For today’s prompt, write a dedication poem. Pick someone or something as a subject and dedicate your poem to him, her, it, etc. You may consider titling your poem “For Big Foot” or “To a Purple Push Pin.” Heck, you could even write a poem to your former or future self.


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Here’s my attempt at a Dedication poem:

“To a Purple Push Pin”

I know most poems are more for me
than for those I write to or about; for
instance, I wrote so many distraught
love poems when I was a teen that
you’d have mistaken me for Romeo,
but no, you wouldn’t have mistaken
me for anyone, because you’re an
inanimate object that holds paper
to drywall, cork board, or whatever
you penetrate with your metal tip
that has no feelings, only function;
and I appreciate you regardless.


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And yes, he just wrote a poem to a push pin, because it felt like the right thing to write at the moment. He can get to the more serious topics later this month.

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75 thoughts on “2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 14

  1. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    To All the Dogs In My Life
    by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    Nothing loves quite
    like the heart of Dog
    just before he crosses
    the Rainbow Bridge.

    He noses and licks your hand
    then meets your loving gaze
    with a soft paw
    and a last whimper

    as if to say,
    “please don’t forget me”

    while the bands around
    your own heart ping
    then fly apart, opening
    like a wine barrel Lotus.

    It might as well be blood
    draining out of you.

    And each time
    you swear is the last,
    that you can’t keep facing
    this moment over and over again,

    and then you cross paths
    with the next pup…

    © 2017 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  2. PSC in CT

    Sweet, Tolerant Trees

    this hour, this most
    pleasant portion of my day
    I offer up to you
    my fine coterie of friends –
    all you lovely ladies
    gathered together
    in benevolent community,
    a canopy of company;
    and, with any luck,
    we’ll meet again tomorrow
    (same time, same place)

    1. LadyBug5162

      To An Autumn Sunrise

      Mist weaves its way
      through the autumn trees
      Autumn, I salute you
      You bring me joy
      You seep peace into
      my bruised heart
      Autumn, I hail your presence

      I wait impatiently
      For the chance to burn my fires
      In an ancient ritual for heat
      For flame gazing
      Autumn, I call you to me

      The gleaming of the sun through
      The mist shrouded trees
      The few leaves left like
      Jewels on a necklace
      Clattering, glinting,
      Gleaming, calling
      Oh hail to the Autumn Sunrise

  3. ToniBee3

    Plough On

    Honor the Rose refusing chains;
    She goes against the Winter’s grain.
    Montgomery’s fight for equal rights
    Rests upon her weary feet.

    Honor the young and valiant Nine;
    They refused to wither on the vine
    So Black and White can learn
    Seat by seat; seat by seat.

    There’s a roaring in the fields
    From the brine to the hills.
    Oh, Little Roses brace the chill
    And must, and must, and must… plough on.

    March little children! Keep on marching on.
    Raze the bombs; break the storms
    Over the Bridge where freedom waits
    For us to come, for us to leap.

    Listen, Time! Our skin won’t change.
    Enough of death… the lives it’s claimed.
    Young men’s blood on hated streets…
    Hear the souls of Mamas’ weep.

    Brittle voices! Bitter world!
    Bitter voices! Brittle world!
    Color it peace, remove the stain,
    Remember the fight, the move for change…
    The move for change, the move for change…
    The move for change, the move for change.

    Be it now, be it then…
    Hate still brews beneath the wind;
    Yet our will is thick as bone…
    We must, we must, we must… plough on.

  4. Shennon

    Dedication to the Prevention of Hamster Multiplication

    Two sweet, furry critters
    A gift from Santa
    Guaranteed to be
    the same sex
    Until one day
    the little boy
    questioned the
    “funny hugs”
    one hamster
    always initiated.

    Three pink, squeaking critters
    soon joined the original two
    Father removed for the safety
    of the young
    Babies growing,
    turning gray.

    Didn’t wait too long
    before separating them all
    at the risk of continuing the lineage.


  5. seingraham


    I remember the way the wind would blow
    them in off the lake
    Or when they were carried on the loons’ trill
    as they called to each other late at night
    In my dreams I’d see them wafting through the
    air – the exquisitely formed short verbs and adverbs
    And the lengthy serpentine nouns and adjectives
    Before I even knew what they were called, I
    loved them and wanted to know them intimately
    Everything in my world could be going wrong
    but if I had a way to wrap myself in language
    If I could find ways to express myself, find
    the terminology – I could work out terms
    that let me live with whatever was amiss
    Reading, writing, and keeping a personal
    lexicon – the stuff of my life, this is for you.

    1. ppfautsch24

      To Dedicated Love
      Hair tucked behind her ears;
      Love tucked behind her eyes trying not to fall.
      She let it fall when no one was looking or could see into her day dreams.
      She watched him and from her heart was tucked away dedication and endless love that had yet to begun. Only in her dreams.
      By Pamelap

  6. seingraham


    Mornings are a kaleidoscope
    of pills. On the same regime
    so long, I barely need to look
    as I sort and put each dose in
    AM, AFT., PM, and EVE nests

    Several disorders necessitate a
    specific pharma -cocktail
    Orange and black help me stay awake;
    large white keep me sane,
    augmented with tiny white dots
    for the same purpose – long, skinny
    yellows work to keep vicious
    acid reflux controlled, and huge
    milk-white discs help alleviate
    arthritis pain.

    Night-time; a sleep disorder demands
    uninterrupted sleep. One butter yellow
    sphere and two tiny burnt sienna –
    all the same type – oddly enough,
    usually for schizophrenics – for me,
    sound sleep ensured. Plus, two small
    orange discs, a seizure med that for me,
    controls tiny, imperceptible night-time
    jerks that interrupt fourth stage sleep,
    something that can cause such excessive
    daytime sleepiness – it is known to cause
    clinical depressions, and worse.

    When I do stop to think about this
    panoply of medications, sometimes I
    become a bit impatient or am frustrated
    at the time it takes to organise – really –
    a whole two to four minutes…
    But more often,I give my head a shake
    and am grateful for all of them:
    these mood calmers – these life-savers,
    something I can say without a word
    of hyperbole, now that I’ve been level
    and hospital-free for over a decade.

    Friends, family, and strangers have said,
    and I am paraphrasing, but it is always
    a variation of this –
    “…but don’t you hate taking all that junk..”
    or “…isn’t it awful being dependent on drugs…”
    Well, no – not really. I have been chronically
    ill, often suicidal, moreover, hospitalised
    several times a year
    And I’ve been drugged properly and living my life –
    I will pick living my life every time.

  7. shellkaysm

    Dedication Page (Rispetto Poem)

    To my dear future readers, I want this page
    to convey how meaningful my journey’s been.
    I hope the words found here ignite and engage
    your own sense of possibility within
    the realm of dreams, and show you how blessed I am.
    I’m honored, at last, behind my monogram.
    Now that my writing goal found its fruition,
    I’ve defied my doubts and restless ambition.


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