PAD - DAY 30 SPEED CATCH-UP TO FINISH LINE - DAYS 23- 30

Street Light by jose alhambra

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PAD DAY 30 Finished and Never Finished Poem

At the line finished

Pounding in ever-more pulse

The race continues

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PAD DAY 29 - First Line of an April Poem/poem 
from PAD DAY 6 - AValediction Poem - Farewell Dr. S.T. 

His Disconnected Number 

Her bright smile

Fades with each ring

Expectation falters

And falls, fails

Ring

Repeat

Ring

Repeat

Ring

Repeat

Recorded

Death

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PAD DAY 28 – A Shadorma Poem

3/5/3/3/7/5

Sweet Shadorma

Shadorma

I never knew you

Thrillingly

You enter

Dancing possibility

Toe point perfection

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PAD DAY 27 – A Mechanical Poem

Writing By The Book

She writes looking

at the book

breaking the words

into syllables

according to teacher

instructions

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PAD DAY 26  - A Casting Poem

Casting for immortality

She saw somewhere once

A scene

That stuck

At the edge of sunset

Golden

An old grandfather

A very small boy

A lake shimmering

The little boy smiles

Up sparkling

Love

The grandfather

slaps the child’s face

Hard

Tears spring

Grandfather

Strokes the soft

Silky six year old cheek

And says

“Because my boy

I never wanted you

to forget this day

or me”

PAD DAY 25 An “Everyone (blank) poem

Everyone can end war

Everyone can end war

If every everyone everywhere

Simply wears a blind fold and

No clothes except perhaps some underwear

Everyone can end war

PAD DAY 24 – Auto Poem

Candy Apple

His first love

Was candy-apple red

And had a big engine

Under “her” hood

And was the only beauty

That Never let him down

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auto-words

I wake
as a petulant child
stirring with sand
papered unease
irritated toes hanging
on the cusp of
irritating others
the sun too bright
the birds annoying
cackle grate
until
words coalesce
from the sharp shards
falling gently together
over tense shoulders
I am embraced in
the golden shimmer
the warble and wiggle
of a new day reconfigured
by automatic grace
gratefully savored
as a sigh releases
a smile and from
whirling head to
clenched toes
words springing
flow, tickle
rework
awakening

PAD DAY 23 Love and Anti-Love Poem

Love & Anti-Love - A Run 

Sparkling eyes

Fixed on Daddy

Nearing the finish

Line

Glittering eyes

Beyond the bag in hand

Nearing the finish

Line

Boston Marathon

2013

PAD - SPEED CATCH-UP DAYS 13-22 ... 40 minute write time -

PAD 22 – A “complex” poem

The New Boy

He lived in the ‘complex’

So he said

His smile bright and eyes

Hopeful

She told her mother

Breathlessly of the

new boy – heart pounding

Her mother said he lied

He lived in the “projects”

Nothing complex there

PAD 21 – A “senyru”

Thought I wrote haiku

Only to find out right now

“Haiku” was senyru!

PAD 20- A “beyond” poem

Beyond the horizon

Over the rainbow

And all that

Where bluebirds

And those thing sing

And silver linings

Luminously ring

Those promises

Made in song and

Verse and whispers

In the dark

Beyond the

Slivered horizon

PAD 19 – A “burn” poem

Book Burning On A Saturday Night

They piled them

In merry heaps

Laughing in the night

And lit the flame

As words curled to ash

PAD 18 I Am (blank)

I Am – the one waiting in the wings

I am

The one

You never

Became

Waiting

Since your promise

In the sweet

Whispers of

Childhood

Darkness that

You surely would

Come

For me

PAD 17 Express Poem

On the local

She thought she stepped onto

The express

Bright smile

Sparkling

Arms filled with books

And bright anticipation

Of her soon to come destination

Until the first of many stops

Began to repeat

PAD 16 Possible and Impossible Poem

It is possible to understand

How a young man’s insecurity

Can be tapped toward malevolence

Toward all that surrounds him

In what is now seen as a disingenuous embrace

A dart well placed punctures the heart

It is impossible to understand

How a young man’s insecurity

And search for identity turns

Toward limbs blown in the air

And streets bloodied

As a young child dies

Amid carnage and death

In still fresh innocence

PAD 15 "Infest - poem"

The Love Bug 

Infest me with your love bug

Let it bite me from here to there

Infest me with your love bug

As I lie sprawled abed and bare

PAD 14 - "sonnet" 

On level ground

Lift my eyes to the sky

And then lower them slow

So that I look by and by

To all that in interim does go

Lift my eyes to the sky

And then lower them slow

Until my lash blink meets your eye

And on the this level ground

We shall stand tall

Facing one another found

In the universal call

Lift my eyes to the sky

And then lower them slow

Embrace me as seed in hand we sow

PAD DAY 13 – Comparison Poem

Why cannot you be

Like your little brother

Happy and smiling? 

After the screaming stopped

After the screaming stopped

She stood on tiptoe

eyes level with 

The Harrowing and

breathed an oath

to self with seven 

year old lips shivering

in the thin air of that night

She stood on tiptoe

"I saw" she'd later swear 

but she was seven 

either unreliable or

imaginative 

standing in pajamas

so thin - transparent 

light shone through 

She stood on tiptoes 

and she swore 

that even after grubs

feasted on her marrow

she would march to her

own singular drum 

beating her own rhythm 

of rare pure certainty 

She swore this silent

oath to her small self

that never would her own

dainty daughter stand

on tiptoe in any star soaked

future night

never would her daughter 

peek through a cold 

window - trying to guess

why Mother 

would allow herself to lie 

lip bloodied - limp legs 

flung wide - under him

Standing on numb tiptoes 

she warmed her future 

child - swaddled in blankets

soft with protection and 

sweet lullabies

Standing on tiptoes

she vowed Never to be

the rag doll woman 

cast-off - crumpled - 

preternaturally still
as her heart pounded

in that final frigid night 

On bare tiptoes
she held onto the sill
outside their window

under cold staring stars -

ice chips glinting in black night 

clenched toes, wide eyes
transfixed after she threw covers
and fled the precarious safety of bed 

awakened by that sudden silence 

and the sudden stop of the constant
shimmer of screams.

Ah Infidels of reason

Blood Smears by Talia Felix

Ah infidels of  reason
A Mother's Lament 

Ah infidels

one shock folded

into another

struggle spent

I placed one hand on

each still thin shoulder

and we shipped to shelter
shunning hate - together 

smiling

Ah infidels

In this land of lush

bursting possibility

you blossomed

both and thrived

my shining testament

to childhood resilience

and hope renewed

Ah infidels

of once silk soft skin

thirsty minds, malleable hearts
empathy and compassion
my smiling boys

how have you come to

harden as clay fired

Unrecognizable from the

Oven of indoctrinated hatred

Ah infidels

One shock folded

into another

you have been snatched from

my still-leaking

still-yearning breasts

I reach for you -

babes I bore

in remembrance of velvet feet

against my ribs

Ah Infidels

I reach

I reach

and

clutch

as in an

unending

searching dream

nothing 
but empty air

Ah infidels

Struck-senseless

sons of mine 

whose same hands

clutched but a moment ago 
for purchase

smack suckling  

now our sanctuaried streets
strewn 

with your catastrophic carnage

Ah infidels

My bright-eyed boys burnt to ash

now men-grown 

together in twisted 

brotherhood of incomprehension
you bomb...

targeted shrapnel -

exploding my

intertwined heart -

scattering my

shattered soul

infidels betraying all you have received
infidels desecrating all we held holy
in love, in family, in life

Ah infidels

you sons of

squander -

your hard won promise

purloined for hatred-

I look for

you in these

flickered images -

Stare at streets

carnage claimed

stained indelibly

as with my own blood

running

Ah infidels

my boys

vanished

my spirit vanquished
I stare mute - 

I do not scream 
for your ears now deafened

I do not claw my face in grief

before your blind eyes

One shock folded

onto another

you are irrevocably gone

burnt in the billowed tendrils

of your poison ignited tossed toxic smoke

Ah infidels

My infidels -
you are 

Sacrilege to the

the sunlight
fallen to darkness as
rotted fruit

Of my wounded womb

Bloodied handprints

smear my head - rip my heart 

Until 

Unable to stand

mortally maimed

I bleed 

soul spent 

decreed an infidel by you
who have shambled sacred 

mother laughing love

into endless dying

Ah infidels
I ran from such heartless damnation
protecting my children from the men
you have become 

Ah infidels of reason 
infidels of compassion
infidels of love 

I am a legless torso
a headless neck
hemorrhaging 
until I am but a husk
blowing in the smoke
of your incomprehensible 
destruction