2016 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 30 – ‘Last Chance Saloon’

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Today’s prompt: Write a ‘last chance’ poem.

An appropriate prompt for the last day of this year’s challenge! Where on earth did this month go? Anyway, without further ado, my final poem of the month:

Last Chance Saloon

It is a tragic sight indeed
To see so many slumped at stools,
Sipping their sorry little lives away,
Bemoaning what they didn’t do,
Rambling about risks untaken
And best-laid plans in disarray.
They could reverse this dismal fate,
Forge a new destination from ruin,
To find yet uncovered fortune.
But instead they still wallow here
Becoming the live-in furniture
In the dusty corners of the Last Chance Saloon.

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2016 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 29 – ‘Infatuation with Imperfection’

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Today’s prompt: Write a love and/or anti-love poem

(This focuses on the former, but also with the idea it is far from perfect!)

Infatuation with Imperfection

Love is
Finding their flaws
And falling for them anyway,
Forgiving the weaknesses
That make them whole,
Living for their strange quirks
Which irritate most
But are so endearing to you,
To stop seeking perfection
Is to know true affection.

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2016 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 28 – ‘I Want More Time’

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

I Want More Time

I want more time
To tell my story
That’s stuck in my head
Locked away till a later date
That might never come.
It all simply depends
On how much I can bend
That cursed invisible force
To my own twisted will
So my tale can at last be heard.

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2016 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 27 – ‘Suffer in Silence’

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Yesterday’s prompt: Write a ‘falling apart’ poem.

Suffer in Silence

They pull his self-esteem apart,
Snatching each soggy scrap
Like remains of a papier-mâché house,
He lets them pick piece-by-piece
Slowly as he simmers in silence,
Allowing so many slurs and untruths
To be spoken out against him,
And so this crumbling of character continues
Until the day then inevitably comes
That all patience and pretence surely shatters.

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2016 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 26 – ‘Visitors at Night’

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Today’s prompt: ‘Write a visitor poem. The poem could be about being a visitor to somewhere new. Or the poem could be about hosting a visitor. Write about an expected visitor or someone who shows up by surprise’.

Visitors at Night

Strange visitors of the night
Who hide during the day
But in the dark, come out to play.
They merely exist in daylight,
Sleeping through the burden of the sun,
It is the moon that makes them whole
And awakens their anarchistic soul,
For them the day’s end is where it’s just begun.
They’ll take forms bizarre and beautiful
Some squeezed into their skin-tight leather
Others baring flesh with brazen disregard for weather,
Things day-dwellers would no doubt deem unsuitable.
These night visitors care not for such decorum,
Whether indulging those in lonely homes,
Or assuming their role in red-light zones,
They’d rather this than brighter hours’ boredom.

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2016 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 25 – ‘Tangling with Tape’

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Yesterday’s prompt: ‘Write a tape poem. The poem could be about transparent tape, duct tape, video tape, or even tape worm. Anything that you can bend into a tape poem is fair game’.

Tangling with Tape

Oh I do get in a right tizzy
Wrapping my head round
That perplexing, vexing task
Of wrapping presents.
I find myself in a fight
With that roll of tape
Losing the elusive ‘end’
So many times until
I lose the will to live as well.
It becomes a blurred flurry
Of swearing and snipping
Leaving me blue-faced
And more tightly wound
Than the blasted tape itself.
I abandon the scissors
And in a senseless fit of rage
Find my savage beast within
And decide to bite down on it instead.

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2016 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 24 – ‘Reconciliation’

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Today’s prompt: Write an imitation poem (Pick a poem you enjoy and write an imitation of it).

An interesting prompt, this one! I plumped for ‘Correspondences’ by Baudelaire, from his collection ‘The Flowers of Evil’ (one of my all-time favourite poets). I feel this one will most likely need some revision and refining later down the line, and I don’t think I can hope to capture the same poetic beauty as the man himself did, but I’m reasonably pleased with the result! See what you think… (the original poem follows my ‘imitation’)

Reconciliation

In the forest shrine, the trees have awoken
And talk in strange mysterious ways;
Mortals wander through their cryptic maze
The forest forging with them a connection unspoken.

Some sound hides deep within the plantation,
Heard as whispers, joint in harmony,
Both of inner dark and outer verdancy,
So smell, shade and sound effect reconciliation.

So many scents, fresh as the morn,
Carried by soothing breeze, lifted from the grass
-Others harsher, sharp to the senses,

With sensations stretching and vast,
And so much for eyes, ears and nose to discern,
All coming together in a chorus of consensus.

(In respectful imitation of):

Correspondences
(Charles Baudelaire, The Flowers of Evil)

Nature is a temple, where the living
Columns sometimes breathe confusing speech;
Man walks within these groves of symbols, each
Of which regards him as a kindred thing.

As the long echoes, shadowy, profound,
Heard from afar, blend in a unity
Vast as the night, as sunlight’s clarity,
So perfumes, colours, sounds may correspond.
Odours there are, fresh as a baby’s skin,
Mellow as oboes, green as meadow grass,
-Others corrupted, rich, triumphant, full,

Having dimensions infinitely vast,
Frankincense, musk, ambergris, Benjamin,
Singing the senses’ rapture, and the soul’s.

(Translated from the French by James McGowan, Oxford World’s Classics Edition of The Flowers of Evil)

Like this poem? Read more in my first poetry collection, ‘The Awakening’, available NOW for download as an eBook on Amazon. Check it out here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B017BZBH6M