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Sunday, April 23, 2017

PAD Challenge - Day 23

From Robert Lee Brewer:

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Last (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Last Starfighter,” “Last Unicorn,” “Last Day of Summer,” “Last Cookie in the Cookie Jar,” and so on.

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  1. LAST LAUGH
    a butterfly cinquain

    Never
    understood why
    I would want the last laugh.
    Contagious chuckles, grins, guffaws
    should trek
    around the globe, be shared until
    the whole world laughs. There should
    never be a
    last laugh.

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    1. love it!!!! and you are so right!!!

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    2. very nice Victoria, I definitely agree with you. Well written.

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  2. Last Time You Lied (a rondolet)

    Last time you lied
    I felt repulsed with pure disgust.
    Last time you lied
    you coldly heartlessly denied
    said in you I should always trust
    my heart chilled crumbled into rust
    last time you lied.

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    1. I see you resorted to a "short form" for today too! LOL. This works for the most part. The only line I have a problem with is "said in you I should always trust." Everything else reads straightforwardly so this stands out even more as being reversed grammar. Maybe "said you were worthy of my trust."

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    2. i like that line... maybe this will be one of my rewrites for May... that does work better.

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    3. very well written. Enjoyed!!!

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  3. last night
    I dreamt of rocks,
    water and a distant shore
    all exotic things
    like colorful birds
    of all sizes
    that sang songs
    I'd never heard before
    many colored flowers
    scattered everywhere
    exuding fragrance so
    strong it made me light
    headed, in my dream
    there was a brown box
    filled with sparkling gems
    and shiny glowing gold
    there were no people
    about anywhere
    somehow I knew
    this island was mine
    I searched for an abode
    down a path
    that forked
    left and right
    I took the right
    came at last to
    a moat with a bridge
    and beyond a castle
    where I took up residence
    when I awoke
    I looked around
    expecting all that
    was in my dream
    I felt empty and
    lonely all the day long...

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    1. LOL. In a way it's a sad poem, but yeah, it's a great dream -- your own island complete with castle.

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    2. what a beautiful dream... I don't think you would have liked it in reality being all alone

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  4. Last Race

    Last of all in every race
    I never liked to run.
    Some folks think its great to do,
    I think it's no fun!
    Lots of things I like to do,
    now and in times past,
    I don't do this any more,
    so I won't come in last!

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    1. LOL. Reminds me of this:

      HOW NOT TO HAVE TO DRY THE DISHES
      by Shel Silverstein

      If you have to dry the dishes
      (Such an awful, boring chore)
      If you have to dry the dishes
      (‘Stead of going to the store)
      If you have to dry the dishes
      And you drop one on the floor —
      Maybe they won’t let you
      Dry the dishes anymore.

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    2. Nice one, such a lovely poet he was. Thanks!

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