2016 April PAD Challenge Day 30: ‘Dead End’ #aprpad

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Day 30’s prompt: Write a ‘dead end’ poem.

And so we reach the end of this year’s April PAD Challenge. This poem might seem like a bit of a bleak note to go out on, but there is a glimmer of hope towards the end 😉 Hope you’ve enjoyed reading my poems this month!

Dead End

Trapped in this rattling car
I slammed foot on pedal
Desperately trying, hoping
To drive on to dreams ahead,
A destination finally in sight,
Only for panic to pull me back.

So many signs passed by,
But I don’t know which to follow,
I could take the fast lane
At risk of rapid ruin
Or savour the scenic route
Only to get stuck in looming rut.

And so I drive on,
Allowing my auto-pilot
To navigate a never-ending
Highway of hesitations
And chances not taken
That has no clear end.

One day I’ll break free,
Slash this self-imposed seatbelt
And barrel out the doors,
Ready to run again
To the better days
Beyond this black tunnel.

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

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2016 April PAD Challenge Day 29: ‘An Author Lost in the Desert’ #aprpad

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Day 29’s prompt: Write a haphazard poem

An Author Lost in the Desert

Crumpled jottings
In spidery writing
Might have made sense
Once, in a fit
Of flowing words,
But now tap is turned
Off, with only drips
Left, with no hope
Of a thirsty writer’s basin
Being filled up again.

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

2016 April PAD Challenge Day 28: ‘Important People’ #aprpad

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Day 28’s prompt: Write an ‘Important (blank)’ poem

Important People

The ones marked ‘important’
And sometimes even with
An entirely irrelevant ‘very’,
Have often been sole decider
Of taking that coveted title
Whether they are worthy or not.

It thoughtlessly inflates
All their worst habits and traits,
Deluding them into thinking
They are literally amazing
When in hard, damning fact,
They are still actually appalling.

Their shiny new badge
Might grant its shallow perks
And unlock the way to
The wildest, darkest parties
But it won’t make tiny men
Feel any bigger on the inside.

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

2016 April PAD Challenge Day 27: ‘The Eternal Travellers’ #aprpad

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Day 27’s prompt: Write a ‘take off’ poem

The Eternal Travellers

They can’t sit still
Unwilling to be buckled
To the same old body
That trudges on through
The weight of each day.
They long to leap out
Of themselves, turn light
And take the last flight
To a strange, alluring land,
Where their name is lost
And all its duties dissolved.
There they are merely mist
That pass through unseen
And answer to no man.
But only the brave can find
The will to leave it all behind.

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

2016 April PAD Challenge Day 26: ‘The Storm of Love’ #aprpad

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Day 26’s prompt: ‘Write a love poem…or an anti-love poem’

(I chose the former)

The Storm of Love

When words become
Knowing looks
And then your eyes
Lock and entwine
That is the sign
Not of stars aligning
Or merely crossing,
But crashing, colliding
In a sharp explosion
Of pure infatuation
That can’t be controlled
Or easily extinguished,
A star-shower from above
That is the storm of love.

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

2016 April PAD Challenge Day 25: ‘Guilt Trip to the Gym’ #aprpad

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Day 25’s prompt: ‘Write an exercise poem’

Guilt Trip to the Gym

Look at the fresh meat
In shiny, sweaty splendour
At this parade of vanity
We know as the local gym.

Lots of new panting faces
Here after their inner coach
Chastised them for Christmas
And bullied them into it.

And still it shouts at them
‘Steamroll that stomach,
So it’s as flat as the pancakes
You keep stuffing in it’.

‘Tone up those twig arms!’
‘Puff out those pecs!’
‘Stretch out that chest
Until it cries out for mercy’.

‘Get some meat on those
Scrawny little chicken legs!
(‘Don’t forget that bit,
Or you’ll look a right tit’)

And so the toil goes on
Until the dawn of spring
When a yawn of lethargy
Drowns the shouting out.

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

2016 April PAD Challenge Day 23: ‘Sole Mates’ #aprpad

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Day 23’s prompt: Write a ‘footwear’ poem

Coincidentally enough, I bought myself a new pair of slippers today! So I thought I would write a poem in appreciation of the marvellous footwear invention…(hoping you can forgive the pun in the title!)

Sole Mates

When coming home
With feet swollen and sore
From the daily dance
Of draining routine
There’s nothing quite like
Kicking off our ‘people’ shoes
And dipping our toes in
The toasty warmth of slippers.

We have all had that pair
That stands test of time,
Tattered and dog-eared
With perhaps a hole or two,
That we’d only part with
Once finally fallen apart.
Old or new, one’s slippers
Are a cherished thing indeed.

They are twin cradles
Where our tired feet sleep
Before the rest of the body
Gives in to slumber as well.
The familiar snugness
As they cosily caress
Our worn and beaten soles
Warms us from life’s bitter cold.

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Last year’s prompt for Day 23: Write a historic poem.

‘His’tory

History, History…
Who said it was “his” story, anyway?
We all know who really
Wore the trousers in this timeline.

Just think of all the men
Intimidated by the Iron Lady,
Who cowered from Cleopatra,
And met bloody end from Boudicca.

All men became mice
When confronted by woman’s claw
This is the one true constant
Across all of the ages.

After all, was it not Eve
Who defied her male overlord
And suckled the dreaded fruit?
She chose her gender over the Garden.

Even when rights evaded them,
The girls were scheming, plotting,
Secretly, they always knew
That ladies would have the last laugh.

Oh, it may be “His” story,
But ‘He’ made all the mothers
That birthed the meek little men
Who dare not defy their mistress.

Like these poems? 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