Category Archives: November PAD

Day 15 – An Anti- … Poem

Eight years ago, during my first November Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge, I remember I had to write a “pro-” poem. Then, I wrote “Pro-Pasta“. This time around, it’s not about pasta I poem.

Anti-Society

Anti society and its stale values
Anti all the old-fashioned,
Traditional, patriarchal, family-centered
Women-effacing values and rules
You are

And will be
Anti all that goes without explanation
That is taken for granted
For rule of thumb
Without any questioning

Anti because innate!
~~~

Day 14 – A Hungry Poem

It’s ironic,
My love,
How hungry I am all the time
Even when I’m not
And it’s not just food.

But when I was you…
I was never really craving food
Still, my appetite was unquenchable
Joy, love, glory, that thing of no name…
Especially that thing –
It hasn’t disappeared and it hasn’t got
A proper name yet.

Although I got much of what I hadn’t craved for,
I still feel the same old hunger
For the nameless thing.
~~

Day 13 – A Loud/Quiet Poem

Today’s the first Tuesday in the challenge month, so it’s time for Two for Tuesday!

A Quiet Poem or a Loud Poem

It’s a secret not kept well
That you are loud and fuss like hell
But you won’t be so shocked to know
You’ll get far quieter as you grow.
~~~

Day 12 – A Disaster Poem

I think of earthquakes
And floods,
A fire maybe.
I think of the tears
Cried, the sighs sighed,
The houses and lives
Destroyed or changed so much
That they aren’t nigh as nice
As they’re meant to be –
They don’t bring the pleasure
Or relaxation, or inspiration
That our creator has intended them to bring

You think of love gone sour
Hearts torn in pieces
Bitter tears and the inability to weep
As much as you want for fear of looking mad
To the rest of the world,
The insanity of not yelling loud
All the grief and terror which is inside
You.

But I counter you with
The utter disaster –
Memories gone bleak,
Faded
Forgotten
Or changed so much
That they aren’t nigh as true
As they were meant to be.
~~~

Day 11 – A Forgiveness Poem

Am I disclosing too much,
Or just stating the obvious, girl,
When I say that you stink in forgiveness?

Have you noticed that, already
In the special nooks of your fatigue
And your bright days,
That
You
Rarely
To
Never
Forgive?
~~~

Day 10 – Teenage Poem

You still think that is your darkest hour,
And you’ll remember it for the utter loneliness and emptiness
Contrasting with the noise and chaotic fragments
On the go inside your head
You cried and dried your eyes in your cuddly toy’s long ears

Long ears that keep lots of tears
And the memory of many sobs
That have heard many a verse
Of romantic poets, symbolists and others
Just dreaming…
~~~

Day 9 – Burn

I know you’re burning for what you believe in
I can’t remember all, but it was learning,
Teaching and research, in no particular order
You’ll burn on until you burn out
And even that’s a nice thing to see through
For fire is beautiful to look at
It warms us and helps cook the meals

Whatever field you’re burning in or out,
Burn on!

Day 8 – A Poem that Hints at Something

Honestly, this poem doesn’t hint at anything. I can’t think of anything appropriate, so I’ll leave it as it is. I may not use it in my final chapbook version.
~~~
I bet you’re wondering
If you’ll be happy overall
And wanting to know how
Things will turn out.

I often did that, and sometimes
Still do.
Only now,I’m not that curious
It seems that apathy and age walk hand in hand.
~~~

Day 7 – Drama Queen

The prompt for today is to use an Occupation or Profession as a title, so I chose one of my own

Drama Queen

My favourite occupation,
And your dream – to climb the fandom ladder
Playing what befits you most.

My lovely queen,
Your regular amaze fits, and your frequent
Pas-de-deux in the variety show
Of randomly selected dramatic media,
Goth black, feathers, glee and dreamy eyes,
Still warm my heart with bitterness
Instead of the fans’ loving glitter kisses
On your diary.

© 2018, mk

Day 6 – A Lost Poem

You were the most lost
When we lost Dad,

And though there came so many moments
Of staggering and stumbling, and tears and regret
After which you wondered what’s to come
And has the worst already passed?

Yes, I can vouch – nothing before or after.
So far…
So far.