Weds poetry prompt: ‘Mr. Negative’

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This week’s prompt: Write a ‘negative’ poem

‘Mr. Negative’

I’m often accused
Of my mind being skewed
Towards doom and gloom
And a cynical tendency
Of believing worst-case scenarios;
(Negative by name, negative by nature)
But don’t blame me
For taking a bitter stance,
Considering the circumstance
And hardly desirable traits
Of the ugly world around us;
For one might evade pain
And deceptive little games
By not having blind faith
In those who masquerade
As someone who gives a damn…

To trust is to be hurt
At some later point
When they’ve utterly exhausted
Your wavering usefulness
And discard you ruthlessly;
To believe the worst
From the very beginning
Is the best way of living,
To avoid disappointment
And pointless sniffles and tears-
Or maybe I’m just a grumpy bastard,
So blinded by anger of the past
That I can’t see the wood
For the vexing trees in front of me
And thus can’t see the light
Hiding in plain sight
Even within the darkest times.

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2019 April PAD Challenge Day 30: ‘How to Stop Losing Yourself’ #aprpad

Man-searching

Day 30’s prompt: Write a ‘stop’ and/or ‘don’t stop’ poem

So once again, we’ve reached the end of another April PAD Challenge. These year’s prompts have produced some interesting results for me for sure – I’ve written about the life of Pablo Picasso, red balloons full of anxiety, how much Mondays suck, the perils of social media etc. I hope you enjoy the final poem today, and that it provides some useful advice as well (again, need to follow my own…)

As I generally do with ‘Two for Tuesday’ prompts, this incorporates both…

‘How to Stop Losing Yourself’

Stop doing little favours
That take up the whole day,
Stop adding to the pile
And smiling through denial,
Stop flapping over tiny things
Before they swell uncontrollably,
Stop giving precious time
To dismissive, uncaring eyes,
Stop sacrificing sleep
For red tape and bureaucracy.

But don’t stop being yourself
When the day is said and done,
And don’t stop believing
In the dreams beyond this banality.

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2019 April PAD Challenge Day 28: ‘The Stress Collector’s Nightmare’ #aprpad

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Day 28’s prompt: Write a remix poem. That is, remix one of your poems from earlier in the month. 

So this ended up being a sort of sequel/reversal of Day 2’s poem – was quite interesting to re-write the poem with a different intent…

‘The Stress Collector’s Nightmare’

The Stress Collector is taunted
By visions of his balloons
Strewn in tattered remains,
A dancing pin thrust at last.

The cursed bottle is now open,
All thoughts and emotions on show,
The release he tried to escape
Has finally been unleashed.

His addiction is no more,
A collection of worries cut short,
And coveted worse-case scenarios
Are lost to the yawning wind.

The tight hold he once had
On these fantasies of futility
Is now forever out of reach-
His perfect anxieties tainted.

It was out of his control,
When the burst had come,
His breath had overtaken him
And released the worst of him.

He’d blown with all his might,
Blinded himself by the burn
Of panic’s deadly fire,
Unable to stop where he had before.

It was not his fault,
All he had tried to do
Was make tiny worries bigger,
Not blow them to smithereens.

But now it was too late,
The lethal gas was in the air,
Pure, undiluted anxiety
Clouding everyone else as well.

This had not been in his intent,
He wanted it all to himself,
Selflessly hoarding the world’s problems
In a row of red balloons.

He wakes up with a start,
Realising it was only a nightmare;
His paranoia still safely encased,
Such was the want of the Stress Collector.

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2019 April PAD Challenge Day 18: ‘Little Irritants’ #aprpad

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Day 18’s promptTake the phrase “Little (blank);” replace the blank with a new word or phrase; make the new phrase the title of your poem; and then, write your poem.

I’m aware I wrote a poem along similar lines when this prompt came up as a Wednesday prompt last year – you might find this take a bit more lighthearted though!

‘Little Irritants’

What are the little things
That irk and annoy
Like pesky little insects
Crawling in our steaming ears?

When messages get lost
In that infamous, murky fog
Of ‘Oh yeah, I meant to tell you’
Is one that may cause loss of plot.

Or when a little favour
Turns into a daunting endeavour,
All because you said you didn’t mind
The first three or four times.

Equally, to be ignored is infuriating-
Words cruelly pushed down
Into the buzz of white noise
(Because it is not their own voice).

To be forgotten, is also maddening-
Reduced to a slip of the mind
By clumsy and callous ones,
Then forced to bite our tongues.

Gentle souls bear a lot
In the everyday onslaught,
But if lots of little irritants pile up,
Others should fear their long-built wrath.

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2019 April PAD Challenge Day 16: ‘Releasing the Red’ #aprpad

letting go

Day 16’s prompt: Write a ‘catch’ poem, or a ‘release’ poem (or both)

As I often do with these Two-for-Tuesday prompts, I opted to write something that is a little of both…

‘Releasing the Red’

Letting go is hard to do
If you still see red
Every time a past face
Enters your head,
But if you catch sight
Of a future despite them
Where you’re living well
Without aimlessly hating,
You know that you’ll survive
By releasing it from your mind.

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2019 April PAD Challenge Day 7: ‘Writing Through Green Eyes’ #aprpad

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Day 7’s prompt:  Write a ‘jealous’ poem.

I’m sure a lot of us writers can relate to these sort of feelings when trying to get our work out there – whether we admit to it or not…

‘Writing Through Green Eyes’

The writer saw his work and toil
As so wretchedly futile
For his pen and mind were tainted
By the deadly green mist
Of resentment for others
And their inexplicable successes.

His rivals in the literary community
Reaped the glory of publication
And adoring articles, again and again,
While the product of late nights
And his self-critical mind
Were repeatedly and soundly rejected.

He attempted to imitate them,
Recreate their winning flow
And crowd-pleasing style,
But these were misguided homages,
Merely cheap and pale copies
At the cost of his own soul.

And so he crawled ever deeper
Into the envious little hole
He had created for himself,
Seething with jealousy
Over the fortunes of those
He considered beneath the craft.

His own words had failed
To capture the attention
Of stuffy, clearly tasteless judges
And his underhanded emulation
Of those who had bested him
Had borne no fulfilment either.

He stubbornly lurked in the shadows
Becoming increasingly bitter
And wishing the grimmest fate
On those who’d stolen his glory,
When in reality, he’d only to blame
His cowardly and yielding nature.

Last year’s poem for Day 7: ‘Night Vibes’

A nice contrast from this year’s – all about letting your hair down and letting go of inhibitions…

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

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2019 April PAD Challenge Day 5: ‘The Glowing Thief’ #aprpad

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Day 5’s prompt: Write a ‘stolen’ poem

I’m sure the title referring to a ‘glowing thief’ and the prompt itself should give enough of an idea what first popped into my mind – enjoy the poem as you read it via screen…

‘The Glowing Thief’

Today’s eyes are seized
By a scrolling screen-
Thief of precious time,
Devourer of sleep-
A new religion herding
Its flock of loyal sheep
To a brave new world
Where cowards become heroes.

So much energy stolen
Engaged in futile anger
And pointless arguments
Raging on in capital letters;
The timid and meek become
Vile, shouting bullies
Knowing they have security
Behind a sturdy digital wall.

Days tragically claimed
Chasing hollow approval
From perfect strangers-
Bodies bursting, begging
For fifteen minutes of shame-
Images meticulously staged
To please adoring fans,
Dignity be damned.

Hours and hours partaken
In platforms supposedly created
To bring us closer together-
The harsh truth, however
Is they tear us apart
Into solitary gratification
Where names and faces mean nothing.

Last year’s poem for Day 5: ‘Rules of the Real World’

Somewhat ironic that last year’s deals with the ‘real world’ and common sense…

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

Paperback – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Awakening-Selection-Poems-Stuart-Peacock/dp/1911476335

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