Poem: Two out of three ain’t bad?

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 21, 21 Apr 2014, topic:  back to basic

(form: cinquain)

Two out of three ain’t bad?

I try,
and fail, daily,
to get back to basics.
Reading? Math? Yes, but often fail
to write.

(original)

I try,
and fail, daily,
to get back to basics.
Always get to read. Often fail
to write

**I liked the flow of my original better, but I really liked the title.  Yes, I’m a Meat Loaf fan.  Also, it fit the fact that math is part of everyday life, as well as reading, but I frequently find myself not having written anything…nothing creative, anyway.  So Reading, Writing, and Arithmetic…the basics, the building blocks of education.  I get two out of the three, but wasn’t sure if it was obvious enough in the original poem what the basics were, so I made it more explicit in the revised version I submitted to the Poetic Asides PAD.  If you’re so inclined, drop me a note about which version you prefer and why.  Thanks.

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Poem: It’s not so pop to me

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 17, 17 Apr 2014, topic:  pop culture

(form: trio of shadormas)

It’s not so pop to me

Pop culture
is mostly boring
me since the
eighties passed.
Inane and uncreative,
I find most of it.

Rehashings
of the past cultures
with new paint,
more smutty.
Celebs and regular folk
all facaded up.

Or maybe
I graduated
from high school
to adult,
cynical and unimpressed
with what’s popular.

 

**This is a slight tweak from the poem I submitted to the PAD Challenge.  I changed the fourth line of the second Shadorma from “and fake parts.” to what you see above.  It better reflects another aspect of what I find less appealing in today’s pop culture.

Poem: What goes around…

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2013 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 15, 15 Nov 2013.
Topic: what (blank)

(form: nonet)

What goes around…
“What goes around, comes around,” they say.
Breaking a proffered olive branch
serves only to push away
with negativity
a kindly offered
hand.  Remember,
Karma is
quite the
bitch!

Poem: What You Need

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2013 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 15, 15 Nov 2013.
Topic: what (blank)

(form: shadorma)

What You Need

It’s well-known:
you can’t always get
what you want.
When you get
what you need, though, you wonder
“How do I use it?”

What You Need (alt. version)

It’s well-known:
you can’t always get
what you want.
When you get
what you need, though, you wonder
“What the Hell is this???”

Poem: The Other Shoe

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2013 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 9, 9 Nov 2013.
Topic: the other (blank)

(form: fibonacci)

The Other Shoe

bills
bills
more bills
piling up
more every day
medical costs, car repairs, clothes
for work and school, and then the other shoe drops:  furlough.

Poem: ¡Salud!

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2013 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 13, 13 Nov 2013.
Topic: self-help poem

(form: cinquain)

¡Salud!

Self-help.
Do-it-yourself.
People love their projects,
but miss the most important one:
their health.

Poem: Sheet After Sheet

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2013 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 4, 4 Nov 2013.
Topic: (blank) sheet

(form: shadorma)

Sheet After Sheet

composing
my thoughts on pages
before me
I write then
read, crumple and toss away
uninspired sheet

Poems: A Writing Place & Here, there, and nowhere

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2013 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 3, 3 Nov 2013.
Topic: “the last time I was here”

(form: cinquain)A Writing Place

the last
time I was here
I was in much the same
position and racking my brain
to write

(form: lune)Here, there, and nowhere

the last time I was
here I was
also there, yet not

Poem: Inner Strength

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2013 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 1, 1 Nov 2013.
Topic: appearing/appearance poem

(form: shadorma)

Inner Strength

She tottered
down the street, slumping,
shopping bags
in both hands,
shortness of breath belying
her amazing strength