The Snake, Again

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I end at the beginning.

Perfectly round, I eat my tail

over and over.

The day we met for the first time

I told you

there was no way to trick me.

So, here we are,

right where we started.

It was a long journey.

The mirrors were there

to confuse you.

The mirrors lie, you know.

They reflect only

what you wish to see.

Some would say that I too

am a liar.

Believe what you will,

but there’s really only one way

to get to Level two.

Are you ready

now?

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 30

CHALLENGE COMPLETED!

Unseen

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Somewhere
under the ice
life still exists.
Below the ground,
in total secrecy,
plans are being made.
Armies are recuperating.
Some are sleeping,
some are waiting to be born.
When spring comes,
the ground will open
and let them out.
Then
the world will be recreated,
new and green.


2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 29

Old News

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You knew the rains would come,
so why these tears?
They always dismantle the wheel
after the fair.
The clowns leave
and the singing stops.
After that, people stay inside.
Rivers become foul and muddy.
Nights never end.
This is old news.
The snakes have left
And the leaves are all dead by now.
So, why these tears?
You know this happens every year.
Don’t act surprised.


2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 28

The Chores

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I suppose I am grateful
for these chores,
though I don’t know why.
I don’t even remember how
I ended up here
behind a locked door.
Every single day
I labour
at these chores.
No one tells me
why they have to be done
Or why I am the one
who needs to do them.
They don’t seem
to have a point
or a purpose.
There is no payment
or holidays.
These chores have isolated me
from others.
Yet, here I am,
rolling my sleeves
in anticipation.

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 27

An Atavism

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The exercise takes time.

The muscles hurt

and the monotony

is hard to bear.

Still, it is necessary

to exercise these muscles.

Otherwise, there will be problems,

sudden outbursts of anger and sadness,

loss of clarity,

the pain.

Then soon, too soon,

the muscles will lose their strength.

They will become stiff and numb.

Then atrophy will set.

Three generations from now

no one will use those muscles.

They will become an atavism,

seen only in circus freaks,

who will have no clue

what the muscles are for.

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 26

Bookworms

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They have eaten from my book again.

They have left it

unfinished and torn.

Some chapters are missing.

Some letters have been devoured.

Pages are falling apart

and everyone can see through

that hole in the cover.

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 25

A Promise

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I’ll be here
when I’m gone.
I'll be
rummaging on your attic,
breaking your china,
stealing your cheese.
You’ll hear me
in the floorboards.
I’ll hoot at night
and keep you awake.
I’ll do everything to remind you
how annoying I was.
I’ll come back
as something.
I won’t leave you alone.

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 24

Hibernation

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Alone in my den
I sleep.
When I wake up,
the world will be new again.
My dreams are those
of summer and solitude.
That’s why I have never been able
to believe
in winter.
The continual darkness,
the winds and the cold,
those must be
somebody else’s nightmare.


2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 23

Release the Dogs

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Release the dogs.
You know you want to.
You can always say
it was an accident.
You forgot to lock the gate.
They escaped.
You never trusted them, anyway.
They were supposed to make you feel safe,
yet they never did.
All that howling at night.
Now’s the time.
Let’s see how useful
they are.
That thing in the back garden
looks dangerous.
Its teeth are sharp,
its eyes shine in the dark.
Still, your dogs are angry
and they haven't been fed for a while.


2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 22

Migrations

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South is a place on the map,
a promised land,
a dream.
North is in the past.
There’s no use dwelling
on memories,
no matter how bittersweet
they are.
Home
is a pair of strong wings,
right here,
right now.

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 21

The Bull

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I will never admit
that I am colour-blind.
Red obviously means something
to you,
and who am I to disappoint?
Besides,
your antics with that cape
are too good to miss.
As we dance together
one more time,
I will find your heart.
I know your blood is red,
even though
I am not quite sure
what “red” means.

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 20

The Tiger

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I never meant for any of this to happen.

I walked alone.

I always do.

The wind changed direction.

It brought me your scent.

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 19

Queen Bee

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Walled in,
fed on royal jelly,
she is the mother of them all.
Until,
one day,
she gives birth
to a new queen.

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 18

The Mole

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I keep waiting and waiting,

but you don’t come.

It is so silent here.

I haven’t seen daylight

in weeks.

I exiled myself to this place

so that I could hear you

when you come.

You are not coming, are you?

There is nothing down here for me

and you are a liar.

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 17

The Praying Mantis

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She is the mistress
of understatement.
Maybe it was in a poetry workshop,
she is not sure,
but she remembers clearly
the lesson.
Though it is not easy,
you have to kill them:
the vague adverbs,
the boring descriptions,
the passives,
every single word
that doesn't tell the story.
And what did you think I meant?

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 16.

The Holy Cat of Egypt

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"You are the Great Cat, the avenger of the gods, and the judge of words, and the president of the sovereign chiefs and the governor of the holy Circle; you are indeed the Great Cat."
an inscription in the Valley of the Kings




When I walked into your city
and freed your barns of mice,
I never expected you
to build me temples
or mummify my children.
The mice tasted good
and afterwards
my belly was full.
That's  all.

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 15

Hide and Seek

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I pick your scent
in the woods.
I follow your trail.
You leave me presents
along the path:
delicious morsels
and riddles
carved in trees.
How did you know I love riddles?
I follow your trail
all night.
At dawn
your trail leads me back
to your place.
Dinner is on the table
and the fire has been lit.
That’s not fair.
You know I can’t be tamed.


2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 14.

How Silk is Made

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Inside the silk dome
the moth is safe.
It sleeps.
It grows.
In order to prevent damage
to the silk fibers,
it is necessary
to boil the cocoon
before the adult emerges.
This process
kills the moth
and helps the cocoon
unravel.
That way
the quality
of the final product
is preserved.

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 13.

It Lives

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At the bottom of the well
something lives.
There are noises,
especially at night,
and occasionally
the chain rattles
and the bucket shakes.
No need to panic.
I am sure everybody's safe
as long as the weather's dry.
The only thing to fear
are the rains.

2014 November PAD challenge, Day 12.

The Termites

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I blame it on the termites.
I can hear them rustling at night.
In the morning I can’t find my stuff.
My thoughts, so coherent the evening before,
lose all structure.
Things I scribbled in my notebook
during those dark hours
turn to gibberish.
Some letters are missing
and I can’t read
my handwriting.

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 11

Am I in Trouble Now?

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I am beginning to grow a tail.
It hurts.
When I touch that place, I can feel
the stub, getting bigger and bigger.
My arms are changing too.
I try to convince myself that
those are wings,
but I know I am hoping in vain.
My claws are sharp already.
My hind legs will hold me no more.
The pain is so strong.
Soon it will all be over
and I will finally know
who I am.

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 10.

In the News

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A gray wolf spotted in Grand Canyon
for the first time
in decades.
Possessed by a parasite,
the orb spider builds a strange web,
unlike anything it has built before.
It dies inside the web,
when the eggs hatch
and the enemy is born.
The birds in the yard
may look very different
by 2075.
What is your dog
trying to tell you?

Day 9 of the 2014 November PAD Challenge.

The Olm

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You have probably
never heard of me.
Some call me
the human fish,
but I am not one of you.
My ancestors are dragons
and my cousins salamanders.
I am different from both.
I live in a cave
and there is no fire
in caves.
I have no use for eyes.
I live in a dark place,
but I am never lonely.
My people are with me.
Some say
we are baby dragons
hiding in the darkness,
waiting for our time to come.
Then our sight will be restored
and we will walk the Earth
again.

2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 8. More about the olm here.

Lab Rats

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Addiction is a human disease.
Why experiment with animals?
Only people normally have sufficient access to drugs.
Strict ethical guidelines to minimize animals' discomfort,
to answer questions.
Craving a substance
in controlled settings.
How strongly does the substance motivate continued use?
Will they undergo a withdrawal syndrome?
The pace of the lever-pressing,
liquid ecstasy.
Tremors, loss of appetite, and agitation.
Will they push a lever to obtain more?


Day 7 of the 2014 November PAD Challenge. This is a found poem. The article I used is here. 

The Bear

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I devour life.
It is sweet to my tongue,
juicy and delicious.
There are many sweet things
in this world,
but nothing
as sweet as their secret.
They will never give it to you.
You must steal it.
It is not easy to steal their secret.
Few will even try.
There is pain involved
and danger to your life.
Once you try and succeed,
nothing will ever be the way it was.
You will want more.
You will come back every day
and risk everything
just for this one moment
when the honey is melting on your tongue
and you feel happy
now.

Day 6 of the 2014 November PAD challenge.

The Oyster

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Keep this a secret.
Never talk about what happened.
Never admit, even to yourself,
how much it hurts.
Don’t cry.
Just
sit there
and wait.
Time will not heal the wound.
That’s a myth.
It will never get
any easier.
Still, there’s hope that one day
you’ll be able to look
at the fruit of your labour
and see it
as something almost separate
from yourself.


2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 5

Tawny Owl

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There might be birds with a song
sweeter than mine.
Many say I sing out of tune.
Still, only my call can help him
find his way home
and only my lullaby
can disperse the horrors
of daytime.

Day 4 of the 2014 November PAD challenge.

This poem is devoted to a couple of owls that lived in my yard last summer. Their love song was not beautiful, but it was somehow reassuring. Apparently owls are monogamous and they mate for life. One evening I managed to make this photo:

The Budgie

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The world is blanketed out.

The structure is gone,

the walls melt.

I am free.

My wings are strong

and my flock is with me.

I can now pretend

that this is my real life.

The only price to pay

is my voice.

This is my Day 3 November PAD poem.

The Spider

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So you are back?

Your absence

left a tear

in my fabric.

Do not do that again

if you want your story to be heard.

Do you think

my job is easy?

Do you think

others can weave a tale

as beautiful as mine?

Your story is interesting

and worth my time,

But it is my masonry

that keeps everything together.

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This is my Day 2 poem for the 2014 November PAD challenge.

Animals - The Snake

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I begin at the end.
Perfectly round, I eat my tail
over and over.
My words can kill you, yet
there is truth in them.
My form is something
to be jealous of.
I am the keeper of the door to
Level Two.
Forget what they told you:
You can’t kill me,
or trick me.
There is only one way to pass.
If you really want to learn
how to play this game,
you will need to travel light
from now on.

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 This is my 2014 November PAD Day 1 poem.