2017 April PAD Challenge Day 26: ‘Weekend State of Mind’ #aprpad (catch up!)

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Day 26’s Prompt: Write a regret poem

Weekend State of Mind

I wish I had tried it sooner,
This holiday for my brain
Where once heavy, serious things
Become light little feathers
Thrown carelessly to the wind,
And everything else is clearer
With all the irritating background buzz
Reduced to soothing white noise,
These are the weekends I wish I’d had
When my mind was stuck on Monday.

Last year’s poem for Day 26: The Storm of Love

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2017 April PAD Challenge Day 25: ‘Alone Together’ #aprpad (catch up!)

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NOTE: I’m slowly playing catch-up with these as I’ve been away on a cruise this week, but getting there!

Day 25’s Prompt: Write a love and/or an anti-love poem

(I opted for the former, as my soppiness usually wins out in these cases…)

Alone Together

Love is lying on a bed
Laughing about nothing
And ignoring the world
Just for a few sweet hours,
Simply enjoying the warm arms
Of your cherished other
Finally knowing the pleasure
Of being alone yet together.

Last year’s poem for Day 25: Guilt Trip to the Gym

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2017 April PAD Challenge Day 24: ‘The Twin Sisters’ Light’ #aprpad

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Day 24’s Prompt: Write a faith poem.

The Twin Sisters’ Light

Faith and Hope
Those two elusive sisters
That so many desperately seek
When under the wretched spell
Of sheer fear and uncertainty.

They shall appear at the darkest hour
When there seems no way out
Of despair’s devouring sand;
Appearing in the form of a bright light
Leading out of this despondent land.

They bestow their gift when the time is right
For the two sisters share the same belief
That the spell shapes timid men
To fearless and resolute titans
Who know the true purpose of pain.

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2017 April PAD Challenge Day 23: ‘The Last Ones to Know’ #aprpad

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Day 23’s Prompt: Take the phrase “Last (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

The Last Ones to Know

It is life’s sensitive souls
That are always the last to know
Of news welcome or crushing
In increasingly indifferent times;
But the first to feel its impact
In a world that has become numb
To once pivotal moments
That held a profound touch,
Now, they just dissipate into the ether,
Only stirring those last bearers of empathy.

Last year’s poem for Day 23: ‘Sole Mates’

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2017 April PAD Challenge Day 22: ‘The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over the Lazy Dog’ #aprpad

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Day 22’s Prompt: Write a fable poem. A fable is a story that conveys a moral, usually told with animal characters.

I’ll admit when I saw this prompt I panicked a little, wondering what I could possibly come up with. However, my mind then wandered to the famous phrase most of you will know of from Microsoft Windows’ font viewer – and a little story and twist to apply to it. Hope you enjoy!

The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over the Lazy Dog

(A Fable in Poetic Form, Based Upon the Famous Pangram)

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
But soon comes to a sudden, screeching halt
As he lands on the cold, hard ground,
The fox stands in frozen confusion, but the lazy dog laughs,
‘Well, that’s what you get, you see,
When you waste all your precious letters at once
On a downright rude, poncey show-off jump!’
The fox had nothing to say in response to this,
For it was true that in his careless haste,
He now had no follow-up action,
While the supposedly ‘lazy’ dog
In his seemingly lackadaisical approach,
Was rather, biding his time carefully
And using the alphabet sparingly
Unlike his foolish little fox friend
Who hadn’t looked before he leapt.
The dog had seen many others like him;
The bizarre sight of those boxing wizards,
(Five of them, jumping quickly)
And those daft zebras jumping about too,
(Vexingly so, apparently)
So he didn’t care about the ‘lazy’ label
That had been so rudely applied to him
In the now famous pangrammic arrangement,
As he was the one who knew better
Than to binge all at once on every single letter.

Last year’s poem for Day 22: ‘Star Gazing’

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2017 April PAD Challenge Day 21: ‘Coffee Mug’ #aprpad

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Day 21’s Prompt: Write an ‘object’ poem

Coffee Mug

The first thing I grab in the morning;
To fill it with that fabled black elixir
Shall aid me in finding my face again
And ensure that I stagger out the door
At the wretched appropriate time
(Or close enough to it, anyway)
And shall make the day more agreeable
Until my hand starts to twitch for a second cup.

Last year’s poem for Day 21: In Response to ‘The Translator’ by Sandra Beasley

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2017 April PAD Challenge Day 20: ‘The Harshest Taskmaster’ #aprpad

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Day 20’s Prompt: Write a task poem.

The Harshest Taskmaster

The blank page stares up at me
Expectantly with its empty lines,
I imagine its weary, curt voice,
‘Well, what are you waiting for?’
It asks with a sharp, papery tongue,
‘I thought you were gracing me with a poem,
And yet, you are still sitting there,
Chewing on that poor soul of a pen,
Tutting away because your tiny brain
Can’t muster even the faintest slither
Of poetic inspiration today!’
Realising that I don’t have an answer
And that it’s likely not entirely normal
To hear paper talking to me anyway,
I take a step back from the task at hand,
Hoping time will lift this cursed fog,
But yet I still him murmuring away,
This waiting blank page of paper
With its thin intimidating lines,
Wondering if it will be naked forever.

Last year’s poem for Day 20: ‘Cell of Silence’

Like this poem? Read more in my first poetry collection, ‘The Awakening’, avaliable NOW!

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