For experienced April PAD Challengers, today’s prompt will seem familiar. In fact, I kind of tipped my hand yesterday with my example poem of what today’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt would be.
For today’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt:
- Write a love poem.
- Write an anti-love poem.
I don't believe in forever after
ReplyDeletefairy tales or prince charming
lovers walking hand in hand
into a perfect sunset
I don't believe in perfection
dream mates or life without problems
genies in a bottle
three wishes to come true
I do believe in reality
life sucks at times
no one is perfect
we will get angry and fight
I believe strongly in hope
I believe in passion
and being astonished by life
but mostly I believe in love.
Love that last verse, especially the third line. The whole poem is good, too.
Deletethat's my problem. i do believe in fairy tales and forever. but usually get slain by dragons - love and peace - paul.
DeleteThis is powerful. And a pretty damned good love poem too.
ReplyDeleteSecrets slither down
ReplyDeletehallways concealed by doorways
eclipsed by shadows.
Her red lips, red hair
red dress, shimmer in dim light
as the door opens.
"Stop," she cautions, then
views the intruder, smiles
with invitation.
Case of mistaken
identity, so like him,
she discerns too late
it was not bright, door
unlocked, unprotected. One
can intrude unheard.
"Pizza?" he inquired.
Pepperoni, sausage. Smells
waft across the room.
Memories flood her
senses, family dinners,
Friday gatherings.
"So like your father,"
she says, "thought you were a ghost
come back to haunt me."
"I battle that ghost
each day." her visitor puts
forth. "He's never gone."
A good deal of time
has passed since their last meeting
yet they do not touch.
"You should, could, have warned,
prepared my marrow for this
abrupt reunion.
Why now?" she laments,
purses her red lips, turns her
red dress to the wall.
She slumps, a spider
luring prey, feels arms surround,
capture completed.
"Let's eat some pizza
before it gets cold, but you
must hear my report."
Words tight, a coiled spring
ready to release, trigger
savage explosions.
Deflects, takes a bite
of pizza. "My favorite.
But you always were."
"You loved only him,
forsaking us for one kiss,
promises unkept."
this verse made me sad...
Deletesometimes one kiss makes all the difference -love and peace - paul.
Deleteme too...what fun it is to see the story develope.
DeleteTasha, I meant "deflects." I did start out trying to make each stanza independent and didn't even realize that one wouldn't work independent of the stanza before it. The person is deflecting the "savage explosions" of words.
ReplyDeleteLove you/ Don't Love you
ReplyDeleteA wise man told me, and I quote:
"You have to love everyone, however
you don't have to like them all."
And I agree. Moreover,
when the obligation is fulfilled
the rest is up to me, and I am free
to do as I like, whenever I decide
whatever way I want it to be.
whenever Linda's kids told me they hated me I would tell them I don't like you very much right now either...I will always love you but not always like you. that made them stop and think. lol
Deleteobviousaly this man was not from north east england tash ha ha. agree with the sentiment though - love and peace - paul.
Deletelove poem is too easy for me. i'm sure some ladies on the site think they know who i'm gonna write it about. wellll she's had more poems than shakespeare and she is still a lying, thieving, whoring devil's daughter...bitter at all? like fricken lemon juice ha ha. here is a poem about ladies that deserve a poem.
ReplyDeleteIN THE LIBRARY 5
i love the library ladies
every one of them
if i'd known about library ladies in my teens
i never would have gone to pubs and clubs in my tight jeans
when the lovely charlotte told me " i love poets " during one of my performances, i thought there were maybe's
asked her to cream tea and the ballet
but she said no and about having a boyfriend surgeon, in a nice way
i didn't know what to say
i kissed her hand, but i would have kissed her dresses hem
and her hurty foot, where her shoe rubs
along with happy holly, with the thousand yard stare
curious catherine and shy claire
who blushes and hides behind her hair
i'd pitch a tent in the library and live there
but stern scottish linda, the library manager would throw me out
with a spank and a clout
you're my girl and you don't even know it
i'm living out the life of a poet.
thanks bonita. some library ladies work unpaid, or don't need the money. they just love books and want to keep library's open. tried to keep sunderland library open, through various methods, but the evil council closed it anyway. one of the reasons i make the 32 mile round trip to newcastle's 6 story all glass and chrome and lovely ladies. what more could i want? - love and libraries - paul.
DeleteLOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now you wrote a very fine poem here, and that's a fact. Thanks for this lovely description of your library loves.
Deleteoh Paul!! this is so sweet and lovely! beautiful poem about some truly beautiful women
ReplyDeletethanks bonita. if these women had wings etc. such a change from the devil's daughter - love and libraries - paul
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