Tag: half mad poet

Pad challenge Day 3

Prompt: Problem

Monday poetry

Two from Fighting Ignorance.

Book Birthday 🥳

Have you gotten your own copy yet?

Poetry Marathon Hour Twelve

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To Do List

Get out of bed 

brush that head 

drink some coffee 

throw out the doubts and why mes 

prepare for the day 

don’t forget that you slay 

Eat something more than once 

best if you eat dinner, breakfast and lunch 

keep away any and all doubts 

throw those nasty things right out 

don’t forget to hydrate 

you have too much on your plate 

portion it out a piece at a time 

until you can handle the whole design 

Poetry Marathon Hour Eleven

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From A Differing Perspective

The argument that seemed so dire

to you was to me nothing 

more than Tuesday,

I tried to explain my view

only for you to turn the other way.

My words meant nothing,

you didn’t want to hear…

it was all about you…

much as it always was.

My tears fell unwarranted

to find that you did not care,

so my urge to argue was 

unimpeded by  the need to

head your feelings instead.

Poetry Marathon Hour Ten

Redaction



The choice to censor myself
Is not one that I want to make,
Redaction is not for the likes
Of poets like me.



I perfer to spill my verse
More honestly…
Without the markers
Cross to hide the dream
I want to speak.

Poetry Marathon Hour Nine

Publishing




Maybe making books
Is fantasy,
All inside my head.
Putting together pretty
Words until the ink is red.

Maybe making books
Requires a bit of whimsy
To see the dreams
Contained within.

Poetry Marathon Hour Eight

I had nothing to say about the prompt for this hour… so I wrote what I wanted to…

Am I the Mistake

I understand now
That you were right,
I was your mistake.

That doesn’t mean
It was in any way
On my shoulders,
For I was a child
Whose only responsibility
Was growing up.

You made the mistake
In having children
You could not love
Unconditionally.

Poetry Marathon Hour Seven

What is Love



So much that the poets
Have debated,
Ancient song lyrics
All have joined in to ask,
Not a answer amongst them…
Just another question to ask.

What is love
More than a debate
On human nature,
Emotions, and understanding
Time for grace.

Poetry Marathon Hour Six

I didn’t use the prompt. We had a pet die this morning and I chose to instead use my hour six poem to write about the chicken.

Nugget 

You were sweet and onery

Quick to escape and a little bit of fun.

We are sorry to see you go

You started out one of the most mean

Of the litter we received,,

But you mellowed quickly.

We named her nugget because

She was onery and quick witted,

Damn it nugget was often heard…

Now we say that for the tears

Cried because we miss you.

Your funeral pyre was glorious

Go ahead, show the gods

You are magnificent!