National Poetry Month Celebration 2019 - Post Poems Here!

[indar]

At home, she hides under the bed, draws pictures in her Big Chief tablet,
writes love poems to herself.

Vaughn,

This might sound strange but the piece hit me between the eyes at the mention of the Big Chief tablet. How well I remember--but haven't thought of them in probably 60+ years. That oh-so-real detail brought it home as an actual circumstance. It got me thinking about younger readers who won't relate as I do. I guess we can never expect to be entirely relevant to every reader but we can write a world of reality for some readers--that's enough. Your poem was reality for me.

[ajduclos]

Growing up Franco-American in a New England Yankee town...

Day 28

You'll Be Found Out  

I cannot see                   I do not know
What is this place           the land of No 

What have I done           could I have won
What might have been    afraid to win 

Under the radar              do not stand out
You're not as good           you'll be found out
 
Look your best                must fit in
Don't let them see          don't wear your sin 

     Don't aim high
     how dare you try
     There is no doubt
     you'll be found out 

You're not as good           don't do things well
Everyone's better            stay in your hell 

Been stuck inside            shed many tears
I cannot find                   all those years 

I want to live                  unlock these chains
I need the key                see what remains 

Such damage done          so huge the crime
I must be me                  so little time 

I open my eyes               fight to be free
Tears overflow               small taste of me   

[ajduclos]

Day 29

Pauvre Albert  

Trees unfurling new leaves
Dancing in the warm breeze
Birds caring for their young
Flowers nurtured by the sun 

Living life with such ease
All ahead will surely please
Times of wonder have begun
For Albert and everyone  

Everyday fun and joy
Lots to do and enjoy
All is bright burdens light
Walling off the cruel night   


The ruling fist of fate
Strikes hard there's no escape
Blindsided by the blow
Slammed down into shadow

Youthful pleasures dashed to dust
Teen adventures wilt and rust
Watched the world passing by
Lousy life for Pauvre Albert  

Cast aside     sent away
Needs and wants kept at bay
Never even had a chance
Never even had a dance 

Locked alone desolate
Had no say in the debate
Could only watch and wait
A pawn nearing checkmate 

Youthful life left unlived
Cannot take and cannot give
Twilight's shroud mocks the sun
Gone away never begun       


Cold wind dries falling leaves
Birds chase the fading sun  

Never even had a chance
Never even had a dance 

  

[ajduclos]

Day 30

Echos Of The Divine  

What the hell is it all about?
Is there a point - does it really matter?
Days shorten in December
Inward focus takes center stage
The darkest night lingers near.
Comfort of religion the answer?
The guilt-filled solution?
Let Him drink from that stained cup
Let Him save Himself.
Sought enlightenment thru Karma-Sutra
Ate the apple from the Tree of Knowledge
In Adulthood, sought Sainthood thru Manhood.
It's all a big jumble.
Echos of the Divine touch my agnostic mind
What is the point?
I just want to know
But He's not telling. 




I'll check back in May 3rd - I don't want to miss any of your works.
Aj
 

[Vaughn Neeld]

Growing up Franco-American in a New England Yankee town...

Day 28

You'll Be Found Out  

I cannot see                   I do not know
What is this place           the land of No 

What have I done           could I have won
What might have been    afraid to win 

Under the radar              do not stand out
You're not as good           you'll be found out
 
Look your best                must fit in
Don't let them see          don't wear your sin 

     Don't aim high
     how dare you try
     There is no doubt
     you'll be found out 

You're not as good           don't do things well
Everyone's better            stay in your hell 

Been stuck inside            shed many tears
I cannot find                   all those years 

I want to live                  unlock these chains
I need the key                see what remains 

Such damage done          so huge the crime
I must be me                  so little time 

I open my eyes               fight to be free
Tears overflow               small taste of me   

You, too, need that hug. Von

[ajduclos]

Growing up Franco-American in a New England Yankee town...

Day 28

You'll Be Found Out  

     Don't aim high
     how dare you try
     There is no doubt
     you'll be found out 


I open my eyes               fight to be free
Tears overflow               small taste of me   

You, too, need that hug. Von  

Yeah, thanks - and countless others I'm sure.
Aj

[Colm Roe]

30 ways to die.
#28

From cradle to coffin
we're measured.
Traces of us
stick or spread,
trail behind
in novels that last a century 
or pamphlets
barely read, or just used
to scoop poop.

I'm running out of pages
many of which I'd rewrite
or remove, but
that blood can't be unspilt,
it holds permanent.

We begin as a blank canvas
tiny, but full height.
The longer we live
the lower we sink,
inches, dropping
into graves
before the digging.

[indar]

barely read, or just used
to scoop poop.

[Deb]

Moments

It is a notion.
It doesn’t heal – it’s not a doctor.
You can tell it, but it can’t hear.
Some say it will tell but has no voice
It measures everything we do;
naps, work, vacation, study, school, travel. 
It doesn’t have legs so it can’t ‘run out'
yet it marches on.
You can’t keep it,
It isn’t yours to take or give.
It doesn’t have hands.
You can spend it,
save it,
waste it,
bank it,
have it on your hands.
It has its own magazine.
Pink Floyd wrote a song about it.
Some say you can make it up, but I do not believe it.
It accompanies the seasons
and is broken into zones.
You can drink tea and tee off to it.
It’s a matter of...
It's attached to every meal
and most everything we do.
It has travelers and keepers.
You can watch but not see it.
It can be carried in your pocket, 
on your wrist, and smartphone.
You can serve it but not eat it.
You can pass it, it’s in the past
but it can’t be passed.
It’s a stage, a season, an era,
it was before and after the dinosaurs but not during.
It flies without wings.
I could chase it forever
but I'm all out of it.
I must make dinner,
but I need to go to the store 
to buy some thyme.

~Deb




 

[Lecram06]

Growing up Franco-American in a New England Yankee town...

Day 28

You'll Be Found Out  

I cannot see                   I do not know
What is this place           the land of No 

What have I done           could I have won
What might have been    afraid to win 

Under the radar              do not stand out
You're not as good           you'll be found out
 
Look your best                must fit in
Don't let them see          don't wear your sin 

     Don't aim high
     how dare you try
     There is no doubt
     you'll be found out 

You're not as good           don't do things well
Everyone's better            stay in your hell 

Been stuck inside            shed many tears
I cannot find                   all those years 

I want to live                  unlock these chains
I need the key                see what remains 

Such damage done          so huge the crime
I must be me                  so little time 

I open my eyes               fight to be free
Tears overflow               small taste of me   

Oh the Franco-American curse. Caste it out! Marcel

Moments

It is a notion.
It doesn’t heal – it’s not a doctor.
You can tell it, but it can’t hear.
Some say it will tell but has no voice
It measures everything we do;
nap, work, sleep, vacation, study, school, travel.
It doesn’t have legs so it can’t ‘run out'.
You can’t keep it,
it isn’t yours to take or give.
It doesn’t have hands.
You can spend it,
save it,
waste it,
bank it,
have it on your hands.
It has its own magazine.
Pink Floyd wrote a song about it.
Some say you can make it up, but I do not believe it.
It accompanies the seasons
and broken into zones.
You can drink tea and tee off to it.
It’s a matter of...
It's attached to every meal
and most everything we do.
It has travelers and keepers.
You can watch but not see it.
It can be carried in your pocket,
on your wrist, and smartphone.
You can serve it but not eat it.
You can pass it, it’s in the past
but it can’t be passed.
It’s a stage, a season, an era,
it was before and after the dinosaurs but not during.
I could chase it forever but I'm all out.
I must make dinner,
but I need to go to the store
to buy some thyme.

~Deb

You kept me in suspense until the end. clever. marcel