2017 April PAD Challenge Day 30: ‘The Sweet Release’ #aprpad (catch up!)

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Day 30’s prompt: Take the phrase “The (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

And so we reach the end of another April PAD Challenge – a bit of a frantic one for me towards the end as I caught up with the final few days after being away on holiday – but fun and challenging in equal measure nonetheless, as this and the Nov PAD Challenge always tend to be. So here it is, the final poem of the month, enjoy!

The Sweet Release

A silent wave of contentment
Washes over this tight, tense body
Releasing it from its torture
Formed entirely of needless insecurity
That threatened to consume all thought
Until the decisive day then came
When a soul so lost and adrift
Escaped from an invented storm
And saw the true sky once again.

Last year’s poem for Day 30: ‘Dead End’

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2017 April PAD Challenge Day 29: ‘Blinded by Measures’ #aprpad (catch up!)

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Day 29’s Prompt: For today’s prompt, write a metric poem. Most of the world uses the metric system to measure things out; not so much in the States. But there are meters and liters, and the occasional millimeters. Also, poetry uses metrics (the study of meter in poetry). And metrics, in a general sense, can measure various things by a common denominator–even inches and/or teaspoons.

I perhaps simplified here by opting to write a poem about ‘measure’ in general, but I hope it still does the job! Enjoy…

Blinded by Measures

We judge the world in measures
And coldly determine one’s worth
Simply by stature or frame;
We label the ample bodied as animals,
Tell the stick-thins to eat some cake,
(The contradiction not crossing our thoughts).
We snicker at the short and stumpy
Yet cower from the high and tall,
This is the world fixated on image
That slots bodies into its fatuous slots –
Athletic, buxom, slender, stocky, whatever –
They merely inflate or burst each ego
And continue the shallow state of mind
That is blind to everything inside.

Last year’s poem for Day 29: ‘An Author Lost in the Desert’

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2017 April PAD Challenge Day 28: ‘Those Smells Sweet and Strange (a Haiku)’ #aprpad (catch up!)

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Day 28’s Prompt: Write a poem about a smell.

I opted to do a haiku for this one – I’m sure others appreciate these somewhat bizarrely pleasurable smells as well!

Those Smells Sweet and Strange (A Haiku)

Blown birthday candles
The scent of freshly cut grass
My favourite smells.

Last year’s poem for Day 28: ‘Important People’

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2017 April PAD Challenge Day 27: ‘A Day in the Life of a Drunken Buffoon’ #aprpad (catch up!)

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(Still playing catch-up on these, slowly but surely!)

Day 27’s Prompt: For today’s prompt, use at least 3 of the following 6 words in your poem (using a word or two in your title is fine); for extra credit, try using all 6:

  • pest
  • crack
  • ramble
  • hiccup
  • wince
  • festoon

I always love the challenge of these, and I managed to use all 6 as well 🙂 Hope you enjoy the result:

A Day in the Life of a Drunken Buffoon

Everyone would groan as they heard
That familiar, contemptible hiccup
From the corner of the bar
As they knew then he was here,
The local sozzled old pest
Who destroyed his liver daily
As well as the last inch of patience
Of any soul unfortunate enough
To become imprisoned in his rambles
That barely even made sense to himself.

The patrons around him would wince,
Some snickering away quietly
As he’d yet again take another crack
At charming anything that came in
With a copious chest or short skirt,
Only to receive a swift strike of the hand
Or a splash of vodka to his face,
But he wore rejection like a festoon,
To him being an annoyance was an art form,
The small pleasures of a drunken buffoon.

Last year’s poem for Day 27: ‘The Eternal Travellers’

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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.

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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