Monday Poetry

Poetry

Monday Poetry

Poetry

The Usual poll

Okay I usually do a poll when I hit 50+ poems in a volume. I always pick 5 options. Pick your favorite for my next volume. I will go with the one that gets the most votes…Due to my surgery I may or may not be longer getting to the new volume…not sure here. either way I will know which one to start next.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

2026 PAD Challenge Day 30

2026 PAD Challenge Day 30

my response is :

in my memory
I am always here
walking through the
ruins of yesterday,
wondering what I
could have done
differently.

seeing the broken beauty
and knowing that I created
all of this madness and
masterpiece, I wonder
if my life is but a mirror
to forgotten things
I need to remember.

2026 PAD Challenge Day 29

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My Response Is:

Here I sit for all to hear
Singing my history,
In hopes that I am not the only one
that learns lessons from it.

for forgotten history is repeated,
and repeated history is nothing but tears.
So, I will sing it as loudly as my voice allows.
I will sing it as often as I may...
And I will hope that I am strong enough
to keep the memories alive
and history at bay.

2026 PAD Challenge Day 28

2026 PAD Challenge Day 28

my response is :

childhood moments,
so easily forgotten,
skipping river rocks
just for the fun.

making popcorn chains
to throw about recklessly,
hoarding laughter like
the treasure it is.

2026 PAD Challenge Day 26

2026 PAD Challenge Day 26

my response is :

today my brain is so foggy
that I feel as if I am playing
solitaire with a deck of 28 cards....
I have forgotten all I need to know

I want to remember,
I really do,
but in the moment
all I find is myself confused..

2026 PAD Challenge Day 24

2026 PAD Challenge Day 24

My response is :

faeries are born
from the laughter
of newborn babies,
or so we are told.

but I believe that
Banshee are made
from forgotten hugs
when loved ones pass.

2026 PAD Challenge Day 22

2026 PAD Challenge Day 22

my response is :

memories from long forgotten places,
I find myself watching it from a distance
as though I am stuck in a repetitive
dream without any way out.

drifting into something resembling
an active dream of poetry
and possibility