Day 4 - Hold that darkness

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Two short poems today. The first one is for the PAD Challenge:

Hold That Darkness

Not sleeping

Curled up 

Safe

As long as the darkness remains

On my eyelids.

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The second one is an answer to the Day 4 NaPoWriMo prompt:

Well I Was in the Neighbourhood

Well I was in the neighbourhood

So I decided to drop by

So I decided to dig a hole

In your rose garden

So I decided to write my name

On your garage door

So I decided to burn your treehouse

On my bonfire

So I decided to give your bed

To my goats.

I Don't Want You to Read My Poetry

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I don’t want you
To read
My poetry.
Stop searching my room.
I will not tell you
Where my poetry is hidden.
You will never find
The loose floorboard,
The buried treasure,
I don’t want your meddling fingers
In that box.
Look.
My room is full
Of beautiful china figurines,
Serene waterfalls,
The sound of dolphins in the background.
This is who I am,
Smiling and composed.
Don’t you dare ask me 
Where my poetry is.


This is my NaPoWriMo Day 3 poem. I used the 2013 April PAD Day 3 prompt (write a tentative poem).

Demotivational Quotes

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My NaPoWriMo Day 2 challenge - tell a lie. This is a found poem and what I did was take a bunch of lovely motivational quotes, take the words out of their context, mix them up and create something dark and pessimistic (still trying to participate in the PAD challenge as well and to combine the two daily prompts into one poem). I admit, it was a mean thing to do and it is a mean little poem.



Be miserable.
With the new day comes
Someone else’s plan.
Keep going.
I don’t believe
You can dream it.
Optimism is the faith, 
The will to win.
Always continue the climb.
Be kind
If you’re going through hell.
Even if you fall on your face,
Eat them for breakfast.
After a storm comes
Not much.
Too old.
Do you want to know
Who you are?
Learn from the past,
Expect problems, 
Always do your best.
Act as if what you do
Makes a difference,
Reach the end of your rope.
The day runs you.
It does.

Day 1: The Guest

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Oh, but it is dirty,

His shirt.

His face, smiling,

His cheeks, dimpled,

Covered in soot.

He has no jacket.

Nobody heard him

When he walked in.

Now he sits down quietly

At the table opposite the counter.

He can’t be more than ten.

He shivers slightly,

Then corrects his posture

And puts a cheeky grin on.

He is quite handsome,

Curly hair, and those dimples.

He never takes his eyes off

The barista.

She stares at the floor

As she brings him

A chocolate muffin

And something steaming

In a cup.

They don’t speak,

They have done this

Many times before.

He sits there,

Invisible to everyone,

His manners impeccable

As he eats.

Once finished,

He walks outside

And a gust of wind

Enters the room

Bringing with it

The chill of

A December morning.

This is my post for NaPoWriMo Day 1 (a poem that has the same first line as another poem) and for 2013 April PAD challenge (write a poem about a new arrival). Two birds with one stone. Hope I can keep this up - a poem a day. 

This Above All

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This is a Twitter poem. The words in it are not mine. They belong to the people I follow on Twitter - my network. True, I rearranged them and cut them and shuffled them until I turned them into something that I could call my own. I changed the punctuation a bit, but I kept capital letters and uppercase.

All these words, phrases and sentences are taken from the Tweets that appeared on a single day - 3rd December, 2012. A day in our life.

Soulful Sunday

Dec 03,2012

Archived.

LISTEN

Each Day of Our Life 

turns shadows into

A Jar of

Sunflowers

Butterfly on a leaf

Plum Pudding

 Penguins

Games and More.

Antidote to Lack of 

Questions

Delayed by

 the “what” and “how” -- 

Snowy dreams

Comic Strips 

The thin line between

 restraint and

misplaced modifier trouble.

Footsteps of

the loneliest number

very seriously

FREE!

Waiting For

... fireworks...

 Snowflakes

The Cosmic Log 

Some Rest.

The Tower of Babel

and

ALL Welcome.

10 Million Users

Rethinking the

slippery slope.

Save the World?

Vote for

 those you love. 

Ben, old and wise, always

the quiet one,

Angela

As She Sleeps,

Flowers,

Best Geography.

I enjoyed mispronouncing

10 easy steps to

 Vitamin D.

Speaking

of this before,

centuries ago.

Will Andy arrive?

My heart may

slip

Run

and More.

My day

Simplified

for Better Results.

and I tonight 

special guest on

One Minute of Life.

LISTEN

[In case you missed it]

Dec 03,2012

Soulful Sunday.

This above all.

Long Thursday

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Cigarette smoke always makes my eyes water. Some of them are still without electricity. I remember her cheese pies. He says it is rheumatism. It was devastating, such destruction. A teacher isn’t supposed to lose his temper like that. I have never felt so abandoned. Should they be included or sent into special schools. Hurricanes are a terrible thing. She died on Thursday and it was also my late sister’s birthday. Life is so funny, isn’t it? We never had a hurricane here. He is going to be operated on Monday. Thursday was a hard day for everyone, even I felt unwell. He won’t be here for the funeral. Yes, and Tanja works there. She said to me, how long is it until Thursday. No, I don’t know who Tanja is. I brought him his laptop, some movies and his shaving kit. I can’t wait until Thursday, it is too long, she said. I also brought him chocolates. Someone should open that window, my eyes hurt. Three large suitcases.  I am hungry, she said. After that, nothing. Imagine all that force, devastating. Have another piece of cake. I don’t want to talk about work today. And those poor people. You made her proud, you worked and  raised that kid all alone. Cigarette smoke won’t kill you. And you managed to get your degree. Hospital food is terrible. They asked me which coffin I liked. You were a good daughter. And they sent me to physical therapy. Devastating. What is there to like about a coffin. Therapy helped, I hope. She said why is this Thursday so long. After that, nothing.   

Migrations

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Red bricks,
The inside of an old handbag,
Swallows
In their absence.
And why on earth do lemmings do that?
Once days get longer
Sadness, unexpectedly.
Dreams,
Though nightmares tend to be
More interesting.
Who is taking care of his cat
After the suicide?
Winter is long,
But at least there is hope.
A yellow mailbox.
Will there be scars?