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Get a life
and make it
worth living.

Find a star
and hitch
your wagon to it.

March with the noble.
Sing with the joyful.
Dance with the exuberant.

Make each hour precious.
Leave your fingerprints
everywhere.

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PAD 10

Prompt: Take the phrase “Get __________,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem.

Mother-of-Pearl Button

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I throw iridescent
rainbows.

Me —
made of mollusc mucus,
plucked from the ocean,
chipped into a circle,
four holes drilled into my heart.

Now I’m fastened
to a blouse
and pushed through a hole

throwing iridescent rainbows.

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PAD 9

Prompt: Write a persona poem (for an inanimate object).

Grief is . . .

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. . . a Grand Canyon hole in the fabric of life causing all the threads to unravel.

. . . an inability to get enough oxygen into flat lungs.

. . . clouded cataract vision.

. . . a long, dark tunnel with only darkness ahead.

. . . a vinyl LP record stuck in a groove playing the same five syllables
. . . ad infinitum
. . . ad infinitum
. . . ad infinitum
. . . ad infinitum

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PAD 8

Prompt: Write a metaphor poem.

A Blind and Toothless World

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Hurt me;
I’ll hurt you.

We only find out
after we pull the trigger
that revenge is bitter.

And that bitterness
is poison
to our soul.

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The world is mad. I have to withdraw from the news for awhile.

every (miracle) morning

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Who can find words
to describe
the dawn —
night
slowly
turning
to day?

It is a flower
opening
from a hard dark bud
gradually
unfolding sepals
to reveal marigold petals.

It is a fire
creeping over the horizon,
steadily
setting the clouds alight
until the entire sky
is ablaze.

It is a symphony
of sight
which begins
with one cello
playing a measured melody
and crescendos
as every instrument
in brilliant harmonies
fortissimos
an astonishing finale.

It is an impossibility
which occurs
every (miracle) morning.

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PAD 6

Prompt: Write a change poem.

Night changes into day. And how beautifully!

The First Stars

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Night,
deep and dark,
bore an empty, solemn countenance.

Then,
the angels,
wishing to gaze upon the lonely earth,
pricked the firmament
and God’s glory
shone through their peepholes,
filling the face of nocturnal sky
with billions of bright lights.

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PAD 5

Prompt: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “The First (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

Wind

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With great fury, Wind

shakes each autumn tree bare, then

turns to stroke a cheek.

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PAD 4

Prompt: Write an active poem.

I chose to write a haiku. While they seem quite simple and easy (with a 5-7-5 syllabic pattern),
they are actually quite difficult. Here is a great essay on writing haiku by Michael Dylan Welch.

Sleepytime

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Take off your coat
and stay awhile,
Little Seed.
Let me make a bed for you
with a rich blanket of mulch.

Like Toad
I’ll sing you to a deep sleep
and in the morning
you can raise a green head
to the sun.

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Today Merril is hosting Quadrille Monday over at d’Verse.
She challenges us to write a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title, and including the word SEED.

Planting seeds always reminds me of the story “The Garden” from Frog and Toad Together. I do love precious Toad! “NOW, SEEDS, START GROWING!!”

Long Overdue Goodbye

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It wasn’t the words
you strung together
to make sentences.

It wasn’t the excuses
you made
to exonerate yourself.

It wasn’t the flowers
you gave
to say “sorry.”

It wasn’t the smile
you pasted on your face
to deflect the anger.

It wasn’t the chatter
you fashioned
to bleach the mood.

It was the emptiness in your timbre.
It was the distraction in your eyes.
It was the swagger in your step.
It was the sanctimony in your posture.

It was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

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PAD 3

Prompt: Write a communication poem. There are many different ways people can communicate: text message, letter, signs, speaking.

And there is non-verbal communication. 🙂

Cracking the Future

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We (hu/they/us)mans

can

crack

the speed of sound,

genetic code,

each other.

Maybe tomorrow

we’ll master

brain-computer interfaces,

teletransportation,

colonizing Mars.

But

we still cannot give life

to our own

cracked souls.

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PAD 2

Write a “what does the future hold” poem.

All studies point to the fact that mankind will continue to gain knowledge of the universe and the elements which make up what we call life, and use that knowledge to shape the future.

One can only hope that the greed of mankind will not develop at the same pace. Otherwise we can only look forward to Babel.

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