2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 6

After today’s poem, we’ll be 20% of the way through this challenge. Let’s do this!

For today’s prompt, write a praise poem. Praise a person; praise a deity; praise your favorite food. If you ask me, there’s not enough praise to go around in this world; let’s fix that today–with this poem. Praise someone or something, even if it’s just your morning coffee.

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Here’s my attempt at a Praise Poem:

“lollipop”

even though i don’t have the patience
to suck you down to the stick & even
though that means i end up chewing
your hard candy that gets stuck on my
teeth & even though your refined sugar
is so bad for me in so many ways i can’t
help but praise you for being there when
all i need is a void to fill & a sweet tooth to
soothe

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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 has a definite sweet tooth that is equally happy downing a bag of bite-size Kit Kats as devouring a share-size bag of Skittles–or Sweet Tarts or Peanut M&Ms or about anything else with sugar. He simultaneously wants to praise and curse all things sweet.

Follow him on Twitter @robertleebrewer.

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312 thoughts on “2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 6

    1. ingridbruck

      Ode to Dorothy

      Big black and beautiful Dorothy
      blonde dreadlocks on gray roots
      revealer dancer jeweler poet
      in a grand goddess body
      throws open her arms to music,
      art, poetry, and women.
      She’s an anchor for a ship,
      a safe harbor off the ocean,
      a welcome respite
      from gloom and self doubt.
      Giving a giantess hug,
      she smiles and waves,
      the kind of woman and teacher
      who builds others up
      that they may sail
      back into their own storms
      with new strength not to sink.

  1. LCaramanna

    In the Hospital Lobby

    In the hospital lobby
    was a coffee kiosk,
    a respite for the worried,
    staffed by a young woman
    with a favorable aura.
    She generously served
    each disillusioned consumer
    of coffee, espresso, or latte,
    iced or hot
    with a shot of extra flavor
    or not,
    a cup of positive attitude.
    This young woman
    doled out compliments for free,
    simple things to say:
    ‘Oh, that color looks great on you.’
    ‘I love your haircut.’
    ‘What an attractive tie you wear.’
    ‘You look beautiful today.’
    Such simple things to say,
    yet powerful words that made a difference.
    Each discouraged coffee drinker
    perked up and rallied a smile,
    for that compassionate young woman
    flavored coffee with a spoonful of love,
    topped it off with a dollop of praise,
    so the hospital lobby became
    a better place for a while.

    Lorraine Caramanna

  2. bmorrison9

    An Absence of Frost

    Nights too warm for quilts
    and misty mornings,
    the lazy sun slow to emerge,
    leave the trees too long
    green, until dry and
    brown their foliage finally falls.
    Flies and box elder bugs
    cluster on the warm walls.

    We miss the gaudy colors:
    red maples and yellow ash,
    orange beeches and
    the golden honey locust.
    We need frost,
    the brittle white rime
    on grass, the honeycomb
    pattern on windows.

    Even more than sun
    we need the hard
    discipline of the frost.

  3. Shennon

    Tonight praises were sung
    For one who died too young
    We let sadness melt away
    Clearing room for joy to stay

    Remembering fondly in our hearts
    The one who this day will depart
    A physical presence today moves
    Memories and laughter shared just proves

    He’ll be with us, still, each day
    Keep melancholy at bay
    Pushing sunlight through the clouds
    Raising skyward heads once bowed.

    –ShennonDoah

  4. Brandi Noelle

    Praise be to God for He is good
    I try to pray just as I should
    And trust Him as I said I would
    I wish I could, I wish I could

    My heart cries out in constant pain
    While a happy façade I feign
    Praying to my Lord keeps me sane
    Is it all in vain? Is it all in vain?

    I will trust in His plan for me
    Although its path I cannot see
    In faith in Him beholds the key
    Yes, it is He. Yes, it is He.

  5. RJ Clarken

    High Praise

    “When the Queen says ‘well done,’ it means so much. ~Prince William

    If the Queen were to tell me, “Well done,”
    I’d be kind of happy, ‘though
    I don’t know the Queen; know what I mean?
    But I would love to get that kudo!

    If I were to get acclamation
    for everything that I’ve done…
    Know what I mean? (And I’m not the Queen.)
    But I think it would be lots of fun.

    I don’t think praise is overrated.
    Unless it’s just flattery.
    I don’t know the Queen; know what I mean?
    But kind words can charge one’s battery.

    So, feel free to give me compliments
    and I’ll return the favor
    Know what I mean? (Still don’t know the Queen.)
    *Mutual admiration claver.

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