‘An Ocean Apart’

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(A poem written from a prompt as part of 2015’s April PAD Challenge from Writer’s Digest- which was to write an ‘across the sea’ poem)

An Ocean Apart

This gateway, but also barrier of blue
Severs my remote connection to you.
So I throw some small piece of me
Across this shifting, unsettled sea.

Fleeting image and clipped message
Is all I can project in this long passage.
Things you may see, read, or hear,
But the coveted touch is not near.

While our straining bond may bend,
Against testing times it will contend,
It shall not break, for your avatar
Channels through to me from afar.

We will fight through tide of time
Until your touch at last meets mine.
For now I dispatch my devotion
In form of trinkets across the ocean.

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‘In a Moment’

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(A poem written from a prompt as part of 2015’s April PAD Challenge from Writer’s Digest- which was to write a ‘Moment’ poem)

In a Moment

So many things can happen
In just one short moment
Undying love may be spoken,
Or a heart may be broken.
Calmness may be captured,
Or a temper is fractured.
A creative spark can be lit,
Or a life’s work left in bits.

In one moment life is granted,
In the other Death is planted.
One big bang birthed us all,
Another could be our downfall.
No moment must be taken lightly,
We must hold onto them tightly,
As if every little, tiny one
Might be our very last.

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‘Whispers of Wind and Water’

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A picture of beautiful Guilin, China, a location famously featured in Shenmue II, one of my favourite games of all time.

(A poem written from a prompt as part of 2015’s April PAD Challenge from Writer’s Digest- which was to write a ‘Nature’ poem)

Whispers of Wind and Water

Far from the madness of modernity
We step wistfully into the world
That wind and water have made.

A sanctuary free from stomping men
Here only a few slender feet slide
Along the river where singing birds glide.

The birds whistle to the wind’s tune
In the chorus of woodland calm,
An aural escape from the urban typhoon.

In the forest, the only true titans
Are the trees, shouldering the leaves,
The burden of gentle giants.

Trickles of water whisper away,
Sharing secrets with the flowers
And the creatures in its compass.

This realm is one of freedom,
Where no demands bloom,
A quiet refuge in any season.

That is the wonderful world
That the wind and water made.

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‘What I Am’

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(A poem written from a prompt as part of 2015’s April PAD Challenge from Writer’s Digest- which was as follows:

  1. Write a “what you are” poem, or…
  2. Write a “what you are not” poem.

(I opted for the former)

What I Am

I am a sensitive soul
Who cares too much
Some might say.

I am a dreamer
Who finds fantasy
In the stale familiars.

I am an overthinker
Who dreads and doubts
And sleeps little.

I am a quiet one
Who spares his breath
For those held dear.

I am a wanderer
Who can’t stand still
Or sit without a squirm.

I am myself
Who is never really sure
But gives it his all anyway.

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‘A Swing for All Seasons’

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(A poem written from a prompt as part of 2015’s April PAD Challenge from Writer’s Digest – the prompt being to write a ‘swing’ poem)

To quote from the page:

Sure, there are park swings and mood swings; there’s swing music and swing dancing; and there are swingers. Some people swing one way; others swing another. In politics, there are swing votes and swing states. And many people have swung a bat, an ax, and/or a hammer in their lifetimes.

So this was what I came up with:

A Swing for All Seasons

I swing the other way, I always say
But who said we were swinging?
We’d wear our creaky libidos out.
As for those who swing both ways,
They must drive themselves dizzy
Swaying from one desire to another.

Some can’t stay on one swing too long,
The movements become mundane,
That same old seat now too familiar,
So they stray to another playground,
Try some other rides, for a new thrill,
And pounce on a shiny new plaything.

But such sessions are not always secret
Some proudly tell their present playmate
About their brand spanking new toy
And ask if they’d like to play along too.
But of course they’ll say, why not,
Monogamy is so last decade anyway.

And so we swing from one to the next,
Until we’ve had our quite literal fill.
Who on earth would want to settle
And stay on the comfortable chair?
We can’t rest until we’ve sampled
Every arm and leg there is out there.

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‘The Scientist’s Sacrifice’

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(A poem written from a prompt as part of 2015’s April PAD Challenge from Writer’s Digest – the prompt being to write a ‘science’ poem)

The Scientist’s Sacrifice

The scientist seeks meaning
In this mysterious world,
Chasing that elusive equation
That may explain it all.

To find it he must shut out
The rest of the world, the same
That he is trying to set rules for,
Only then is his conduct optimal.

He scoffs at social sciences,
Finds the flaws in each faith,
They are irritating viruses
That cloud the bigger picture.

He will unclothe the universe,
Stare at her, naked, until
She surrenders her secrets
And lets him inside.

The women of the world
May wish and wait for him,
But he will not be stirred
From the seduction of Science.

This is his untiring mission,
To ask every single question,
Each and every one except
What it is to be happy.

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‘Precious’

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(A poem written from a prompt as part of 2015’s April PAD Challenge from Writer’s Digest – the prompt being to pick an adjective, make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

Precious

What lies next to us each night,
What we hold tightly in our hands,
What we gaze at with misty eyes,
What we slavishly smell and savour,
What we taste with trembling tongue,
What we hear in the sweetest tones,
What we shall treasure most of all,
What desires within will drive us to,
What we shall tirelessly protect,
Those things so precious to us.

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