2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 19

For today’s prompt, write an abundant poem. There are so many instances of abundance in the world: Abundant sunshine; abundant happiness; abundant evil; and in November, abundant poetry!


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Here’s my attempt at an Abundant Poem:


& i try
because i feel
i may need it some day

abundant forgiveness
for the sins
i’ve done intentionally

& unintentionally
for the hurt that spreads
like a cancer

that will eat until
there’s nothing left
to blame


Robert Lee Brewer

Robert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community and author of the poetry collection, Solving the World’s Problems (Press 53). He edits Poet’s Market and Writer’s Market, in addition to writing a free weekly WritersMarket.com newsletter and a poetry column for Writer’s Digest magazine.

He believes in forgiveness and moving forward.

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117 thoughts on “2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 19

  1. Brandi Noelle

    Live, Smile, Laugh, Love

    Live in abundance, this is sound advice
    treat each new day as if it were your last
    Stop to smell the roses, play with children
    life goes by, always changing much too fast

    Smile in abundance, this I ask of you
    let the light of your heart shine from within
    You never know who will be uplifted
    from the road of suffering where they’ve been

    Laugh in abundance, let your glee sing out
    everyday trials are rarely that tough
    Take time for a little comic relief
    delight in the art of laughing enough

    Love in abundance, with all of your heart
    shower those around you with affection
    Profess your devotion, adoration
    establish the truest of connections

    Do all good things in abundance, with joy
    then negativity we can destroy

  2. Shennon

    Ten fingers times ten
    tripping over toys
    tiny little treasures
    turning older, growing wiser
    typical tots tolerated
    taking on the world
    terrible teens in training
    ten offspring created in love
    to love, in turn, in abundance.


  3. Holly

    Abundance of things

    Some ages are for acquisition
    and some want disencumbering.
    Things proliferate, wire coat hangers
    in a closet, multiply, entangle,
    won’t go away in case
    you need them some day

    when you’d rather they,
    like socks in a dryer
    disappear one at a time,
    without fuss, blessing us
    with the freedom
    of their quiet

    1. ingridbruck

      “Here is day 19. I’m really enjoying this daily challenge, but before the end of the month I need to know how to put them in the appropriate days in his website. Perhaps by the end of the month you can enlighten me as to the process.
      Michael Peck

      Abundance day 19  Nov 21, 2017

      Abundance is a word too few people know
      in most places, there is not an abundance
      of food
      or a place to live
      things come hard for those unlike us
      were sitting in a warm house 
      in front of a TV
      it’s funny that we don’t feel our abundance
      we’re used to replacing something old 
      with something new
      we have choices 
      discretionary money
      much of the world knows
      only misery
      from war
      from hatred
      and fear
      today our family 
      will sit around a meal ©
      enjoying what has become expected
      talking about what they
      are going to do after dinner. ©”

  4. RJ Clarken

    Being a Parent

    “Thank God my parents had an abundance of patience!” ~Lexa Doig

    I’m grateful for the notion of the
    abundance my parents had.
    I drove my folks nuts; no ifs, ands, buts.
    They were patient and kind, and I’ll add

    I was (for the most part) a good kid
    who got in situations.
    No ifs, ands, buts; I drove my folks nuts.
    Thank God for such patient relations!

    I once called home at 2 in the morn
    (to save the long distance tab.)
    I drove my folks nuts; no ifs, ands, buts.
    The reason was for trivial gab.

    And never mind the firemen who came
    when my dorm room caught on fire.
    No ifs, ands, buts; I drove my folks nuts.
    You might think they’d be filled with such ire

    once they found out I was safe and sound.
    Nope, they really were quite kind.
    I drove my folks nuts; no ifs, ands, buts.
    Wouldn’t have had such presence of mind,

    but now that I’ve got kids of my own
    I try to keep perspective:
    No ifs, ands, buts; my kids drive me nuts.
    To be a parent is subjective…

    …better hire a private detective.


  5. AFPrice


    it was an abundance kind of day
    filled with accomplishment – smiles
    talks with friends and strains of music
    a mellow – busy day

    it was a clicking kind of day
    moving fluidly from one thing to the next
    find what was lost = lose what doesn’t matter
    a blessed – glowing day

    what made it so?
    can I order another day just like it
    take three steps forward
    touch the floor
    click my heels once
    for an abundant day

  6. seingraham


    The earth was angry, it shook large and long,
    collapsing buildings and roads, registering
    seismographically off the charts, and killing
    everything that breathed within hundreds
    of miles.
    When the dust finally settled, two small
    children crawled out from beneath
    the rubble of a ranch-house way out in the
    middle of nowhere.
    At first, all they could see was grass and sky,
    and the silence was palpable.

    But then there was rumbling and the ground
    trembled, but not like before.
    The kids held hands and backed against
    the only thing still standing, a chimney –
    just in time to witness the horses racing
    by them – more than they could count.
    Racing by so close, the kids could smell
    the hot horse smell as they surrounded them
    on all sides, so near, they felt tails whip
    their skin as they blazed by.

    More than any herd either of them had ever
    seen, all colors and breeds, running as if
    they were being chased – the horses galloped
    past the kids and far out into the fields
    before they slowed and started to gather
    in groups, going down the hill to the creek.
    “Water,” the kids said together, and started
    there themselves – unable to take their eyes
    off the horses, so many horses.

  7. taylor graham

    Around a Trail-Bend to Meadow

    Turquoise, green, blue where was gray
    of last summer’s dead grasses and dry creek
    through this canyon – berry brambles, willow
    rejoicing after so much rain.
    By the old tepees in their cedar-bark coats
    we’ll sit in a circle of logs,
    tell tales of tomorrow and ever, maybe
    glimpse a doe come to drink from the pond.

  8. Walter J Wojtanik


    You’ve probably put your pumpkins away,
    saved your scary masks for another day.
    It’s November tenth and to my dismay
    the malls have by-passed Thanksgiving Day.

    There’s so much we have for which to be thankful,
    some have small savings, some a bank full.
    It’s like extracting teeth, a yank and pull,
    to remember that Thursday with abundant thanks

    full of heart. Retail shopping on steroids,
    a sad, mad Christmas rush for dessert, I avoid
    the exclusion of Thanksgiving. I’m annoyed
    that a blessed day should be marked as “VOID”.

    The jingle music has started already,
    the lights and trees are blinking quite steady.
    The bayberry scent is strong and heady,
    but although I am Santa Claus, I am not ready.

    I’m thankful for the charge I’ve been given,
    Thankful for this life I’m livin’.
    Mrs. Claus, she thankfully brings
    a joy to this jolly elf’s heart, it sings

    in praise of all that I’ve been blessed with,
    Thanksgiving Day should not be messed with.
    I am so thankful because, you guessed it,
    I am Santa Claus. So give thanks and rest it.

    In its time, our Christmas will come, (it won’t be late!)
    (And those mall “Santas” will have to wait!)

  9. Jane Shlensky

    Gradations of Plenty

    She had a phrase for each amount,
    mostly regarding food
    and Southern gentility:
    a whiff of orange zest,
    a smidgen of cloves,
    a skosh of whiskey,
    a pinch of poppy seed,
    a sprinkle of salt,
    a dollop of whipped cream,
    a slosh of brandy,
    a splash of cola.

    One could tell her preferences
    by the phrasing and tone:
    plenty of okra,
    a mound of potato salad,
    a gracious plenty of fruit cake,
    a plethora of desserts.

    Many dishes were a cornucopia;
    second helpings were a discomfort;
    third helpings, a mortification (not of abstinence);
    continuing to eat after everyone else
    has fallen into food comas,
    a want of wit and a gluttony.
    One look at a table and she could
    declare it skimpy—barely enough—
    or a wondrous abundance.
    Having a gracious plenty
    when surprise guests arrived
    was a mercy and proof
    that God loves a good cook.

  10. Melanie

    He loves her
    Not meanly
    Not with small doses of affection
    Measured and cut
    Not frugally
    With emotion kept in check
    Weighed and balanced

    He loves her
    With extravagance
    Pouring his devotion
    Lavishly upon her
    With exuberance
    Holding nothing in reserve
    Spending himself willingly

    And she knows herself
    Gloriously loved


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