THE SURVIVAL OF HOPE

November PAD Challenge day 30!  Prompt “write a against all odds poem”

THE SURVIVAL OF HOPE 

All hope is dwindling

in steep glissade

downward

fading

spiraling

to the

point

of no

return

yet the

survival of

hope can descend

into any valley and scale to any height

triumphs in every moment while its still kept in sight

THE TIDE OF NIGHT

November PAD Challenge:  Day 29  Prompt " write a night poem, write a day poem"

THE TIDE OF NIGHT

Sunset ripples

and the tide of night beckons 

from deep

crawling shadows loom

persistent darkness

surely seeps

a rude encroachment 

encompassing every hue

wishful thinking

calm creatures

embrace the morning dew

MINDLESS ABERRATIONS

November PAD Challenge  Day 25  Write a Consumption poem 

MINDLESS ABERRATIONS           (consumed by anger)

Serried thoughts

of the offense at hand

sputtering hate, frenzy

detesting each demand

mindless aberrations

have set me aflame

embroiled 

embittered

state of mind

definitely not the same

STORY OF THE AGES

November PAD Challenge  Day 28  Prompt  write a "blank" story poem

STORY OF THE AGES

Twas the story of the ages
of the ages untold
of ancient times, present seasons
from the scrolls unrolled
of many names, persons, places
of many kingdoms, peoples, faces
of many jots, scribbles and tittles
of many parables, rhymes and riddles
from those ancient scrolls
a story to be told
to the faint and to the bold
to the young and to the old
of archaic words sealed
of certain mysteries concealed
the truth that is to be unfolded
and the secret
to be revealed

MY LORD THE KING

November PAD Challenge Day 27 Prompt “write a tribute poem”

MY LORD THE KING

A Tribute to my Lord and King

issues from the heart as I laud and sing

of your majesty, splendor and throne set on high

of your countenance, beam, presence drawn nigh

You are the Lord of Lords and the King of Kings

yet ornately arrayed in meekness, unassuming

to your beauty we’re drawn as the fairest of the fair

the one of peerless worth, with none e’er to compare

An ineffable diamond with multifarious twists

contemplating varied facets lest some beauty is missed

allured by a dash of refracted light, magnificent gleam

appreciating the value of my Lord and King

PLEASE TAKE ME TO THE BANK

November PAD Challenge Day 23  "Write a travel poem"



PLEASE TAKE ME TO THE BANK




Deposit.
Ten dollars.

Rise for work
Subtract a dollar.

Work.
Subtract five.

Home.
Subtract a dollar
 
Kids.
Subtract two fifty

Church.
Subtract seven dollars

Wife.
Insufficient funds.
Please make a deposit.

Enduring Autumn’s Decline: The last leaf

November PAD Challenge day 18 Prompt “late poem”

Enduring Autumn’s Decline:  The last leaf

Knavish and brash

resisting this change of hue

contemplating, oppugn

from ascended view

enduring Autumns decline

perpending this relentless cascade

defiantly withstanding

was it for this I was made?

reflecting on the tree

that conceived me

of the branches that bore me

of the limbs that nurtured me

and bestowed life

of the roots that upheld me

and constantly sustained me

to bring me to this

horrid moment of truth

severed from the tide of life

broken from our organic bond

released and cast to the earth

a dried,  crumbled misery

a senseless withering away

SILENT REVELATION

November PAD Challenge  Day 17  Prompt "write a poem that reveals something"

SILENT REVELATION

The language of ten thousand words 

of the eyes, countenance, gesture

demeanor, intonation, furrowed brow

are all too revealing

manifesting the unspoken realm of one's 

own body language that say it all

silence still speaks

yet spoken words are but the tip of the iceberg

a fragment of the whole

of what really lies beneath the surface

of a dense decorated mask

a genuine feeling 

for the mouth speaks out of 

the abundance of the heart

ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS AN OLD MAN BRADY

November PAD Challenge  Day 16  Prompt  ”write a once upon a time poem”

ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS AN OLD MAN BRADY

Once upon a time

way up on Gallagher’s hill

there was an old man Brady

who lived up in his shack

where the grass was green

slim trees and yard real shady

they say he smokes a large red pipe

has rugged overalls

dingy brown hat tilted just

right so you can’t quite see him

they say no man has ever quite seen his face

but he has an ancient beard

so long that it’s hard to trace

a far-reaching beard even to

the bottom of Gallagher’s hill

so they say

yep that’s old man Brady

sometimes its hard to tell

if its fact or myth

but one day I’d like to go find

that old hill

Ain’t no love here for ya’

November PAD Challenge  Day 15  Prompt  "write a love poem and/or anti-love poem

Ain’t no love here for ya’

Listen.
We have to talk.
This is going to be tough for you, I know.
Well…There’s no sense of walking on egg shells.
Let’s just get the cat out of the bag.
The truth is I don’t love you.
I never did and never will.
So you can take that straight to the bank.
Good. I’m glad we got that worked out…

Soap Operas
Church’s Chicken
Chicken livers
Clam Chowder

VOWED LOVE

November PAD Challenge Day 15  Prompt "Two for Tuesday" Write a love poem and/or ant-love poem

VOWED LOVE

As I look and peer

into your eyes

noticing your poor

disheveled countenance

discerning the index of your eyes

as I often do

doubts arise

in genuine concern

for your beloved grandfather 

who is alive but can 

no longer walk and whose

health is now uncertain

sobs break forth

tears stream 

in rapid succession

down each cheek

striking a painful cord

deep in my heart

bringing to remembrance that day

that sweet wedding day

I uttered those words

to cherish you always

and wipe away 

each 

tear...

WICKED ASSASSIN

November PAD Challenge:  Poetic Asides  Day 14  Prompt “write a deadly or dangerous poem”

WICKED ASSASSIN

Sly sniper

slithering rebel

malicious villain

encountered game

stealth move

insidious hiss

ravenous pounce

merciless kiss

ample fang’s paradise

scoundrel’s bliss

Poetic Bloomings Prompt #29  Write a love poem

Warm Ponderings

Thinking of you.

Again.

and again

and again

obsessed

with rich

warm ponderings

Still images

effortlessly flowing

to satisfy

a slowly

meditated zeal

with sex appeal

a brewed passion

steeped in desire

from the depths

well beneath

the surface

occupied by you

and you alone

you reside  in this

heart’s trenches

it’s every furrow

avenue, street

your possession

Yes, I am thinking

of you and you alone

helplessly contemplating

your chiseled

robust frame

luscious lips

dressed with want

pressed firmly

along with wandering hands

that know no limit

no boundary

gliding fingers

electric touch

dazzled spines

igniting every nerve

in rapturous fire

once again inflamed

yes, still thinking of you.

so long is a lovers wait

Hope to see you soon…

Opportunity

November PAD Challenge:  Day 11 on 11/11/11    Prompt “write a poem involving math or numbers”

Opportunity

One
opportunity
in a
hundred years
on the
eleventh
minute
of the
eleventh hour
on the
eleventh day
according
to the
eleventh
prompt
of
the
November
PAD
Challenge
of
the
year
two
thousand
eleven

BE FRUITFUL AND MULTIPLY

 November PAD Challenge:  Day 11 on 11/11/11    Prompt “write a poem involving math or numbers”

BE FRUITFUL AND MULTIPLY

God created one man.
Out of man
Came the woman.
The two became one flesh.
One couple.
One family.
Fruitful, multiplied
Seven billion.

Eye to Eye

Poetic Asides November PAD Challenge Day 8 Prompt "Write a paranormal & normal poem"




Eye to Eye

 
iridescent eyes
at a distance
sparkling
snaking
tells me
this is not normal

Paranormal Pandemonium

November PAD Challenge Day 8  Prompt  "Write a Paranormal & Normal poem"

Paranormal Pandemonium

What’s all the publicity about?
This paranormal pandemonium.
Ain’t worth a gander
They’re trying to pander
The people’s paranoia
Who knows
What’s para?
And what’s normal?
Don’t care.
I prefer
The normal though.

Autumn’s Piddling

Autumn’s Piddling

Inhaling
Autumn’s rustic beauty
As trees laid bare
One by one
leisurely stripped
Naked of their covering
Seemingly
At a snails piddle pace

CONFESSION

CONFESSION

Confession.
I’m addicted
Beside myself
Convoluted, conflicted

Cocked, Coiled, so eager to spring!
Ejected, projectile, still developing
Speed, wind, and a brisk bustle
To capture that prompt
For this I must hustle

Quickly descending, one thing in mind
Pounce on the manna, that prompt is mine

Salivating satisfaction as I sink my teeth
Of those play on words
When they sink beneath

Ahhhhhh…a sweet assimilation
Yes, I confess
There is an addiction.

Deprived

This poem is dedicated to the vast array of items broken in my life time including cups, mugs, bowls plates etc. R.I.P.

November PAD Challenge:  Day 5  Prompt write a broken poem

Deprived

Shattered fragments reflect the whole
Of countless shards dispersed
in utter confusion splayed
reckless, across the surfaces
Tell me how or what?
Has broken thy cohesiveness?
Pondering anew your shambles, contemplating your hopelessness
Temporarily resisting the truth
You’re forever deprived of usefulness