2017 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 21 – ‘She’s Making Rainbows’

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Today’s prompt: Write a construction and/or deconstruction poem

As is often the case when I tackle these ‘Two for Tuesday’ prompts, this one ended up being a little of both. Enjoy…

She’s Making Rainbows

Wondering why, despite the wet outside
There was no pretty rainbow in sight,
The little girl proceeded to make her own
Entirely from arches of Play-Doh.

Red was of course readily found,
Orange proved a little obscurer,
But was soon found in the depths
Of her overstuffed toy box.

Then out came the yellow,
Green of course the next to go,
Next blue, but then confusion about ‘indigo’,
A darker blue, she’s told, well why didn’t you just say so.

And finally violet to finish,
All colours carefully arranged
Into meticulously crafted arches,
She was quite the little clay artist.

With some white to spare
For little fluffy clouds as well,
She then glances outside again,
To see there is no longer any pesky rain.

Craving energetic antics outside,
She casts her colourful work aside,
A once-rainbow is quickly squished
Into flat and gaudy pancakes.

She’s told it’s got to be put away first,
With a huff and a sigh, she complies,
Stuffing each blob back inside
Its matching pot, where darkness lies.

And so a pseudo-rainbow is gone,
Forsaken for the allure of the sun,
But when another rainy day comes,
She’ll build more doughy wonders for fun.

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2017 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 20 – ‘The Illusion of Honesty’

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Today’s prompt: Write a ‘What I learned’ poem.

The Illusion of Honesty

What did I learn
From being deceived
At every turn
By someone I blindly believed?

I found the telling signs
Of false, pacifying smiles,
Tracing a lying mouth’s lines
And trademarks of a trickster’s style.

I heard the faint hesitancy
In forced and hollow promises,
The all-too familiar tendency
To project an illusion of honesty.

This is what I have learned
From once assuming the role
Of the trusting lover spurned,
With a mind fit for control.

Now that I know the tricks
Up a deceiver’s sleeve
I’ll choose what to believe
And keep my mind unpicked.

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2017 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 19 – ‘Leaves of Change’

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Today’s prompt: Write an ‘abundant’ poem.

Leaves of Change

Autumn in abundance
Once green leaves
Become sallow and sickly,
Sinking into the ground,
But through less cynical eyes
They are more golden than brown,
Signalling great change to come,
A crunching carpet of possibility
Just waiting to be stepped through.
As the wind begins to chill,
We’ll walk by trees of the past
Shedding ourselves, just as they have,
Bare, and embracing a new cycle
The age of long-awaited revival.

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2017 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 18 – ‘Beast of Rage’

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Yesterday’s prompt: Write a ‘good for nothing’ poem.

Beast of Rage

Rage against everything
Is probably good for nothing
But it still feels good,
We become addicted to the anger,
The fleeting high rushing to our head
When finally telling someone off
Or shouting them down
From their smug little pedestal
Proves far too hard to resist,
So we give into the savage beast
Just to get this fire released,
But its hold over us is never ceased.

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2017 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 17 – ‘What I Meant to Say’

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Today’s prompt: Write a ‘what I meant to say’ poem.

What I Meant to Say

When I said I was fine,
What I meant to say was;
I’m trying to find my fire,
My reason to keep burning,
To bear all of this burden,
But failing miserably.

When I said I didn’t mind,
What I meant to say was;
I’m not awake enough to argue,
To cause myself restless nights
But creating pointless fights
Only drains waning energy further.

When I said it doesn’t matter,
What I meant to say was;
It may not matter to you,
So I will force myself silent,
To evade verbal violence,
And deny my inner defiance.

When I said, that’s not what I meant,
What I meant to say was – it was.
But after your face contorted
Into a less than favourable reaction,
I hastily concocted a retraction,
Simply to ensure your continued satisfaction.

What I meant to say
Is what I cannot
Or could, if I had the will
To taint a compliant reputation.

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2017 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 16 – ‘To the Rude of this World’

Mr-Rude

Yesterday’s prompt: ‘Write a poem to the world’.

This one was kind of a satisfying release for me to write after encountering a particularly rude, stuck-up and unhelpful individual during the course of my day. So consider this my poetic sticking-up-two-fingers towards that person 😉 Enjoy!

To the Rude of this World

To all of you who don’t listen
Or just shrug and callously ignore
The likes of me when I try to implore,
To say the simple, perhaps smallest things
You may choose to scoff at, or guffaw,
I would just like to share with you
Just what I think of your sneers,
Your condescending little quips
That impress no one, frankly, dear!
I think beneath that vexing exterior
There is a timid, pissy little mouse
Who uses cutting words and glares
To conceal the tiny rodent squeaking
Behind the bullying brashness,
And to hide the pitiful truth
Of your own self-inflicted sadness.

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2017 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 15 – ‘Stranger Souls’

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Today’s prompt: Take the phrase “Stranger (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

Stranger Souls

Stranger souls
Are surely magnetised
Repelled by normalcy
But attracted by peculiarity.
They are bonded by the bizarre,
United in the unusual,
Making their own crazy music
In concerts against regularity.
These souls discover each other
In respite from grey, dragging hours,
Injecting one another with colour
Splashing all over sense and order.

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