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Poems for years 4 and 5 of the Promptly Poetry Challenge.
A year's worth of poems, every week for 52 weeks, spanning 2023 and 2024, plus the year following, from August 2024 to August 2025.(provided I live that long, of course).
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November 17, 2024 at 8:50am
November 17, 2024 at 8:50am
#1080081
Endgame

The first and last, alpha and omega,
so life plays out its petty dance,
right to the end when breath comes short
and every nuance snatched at,
only to slip through the grasp,
aged fingers awkward in their haste
to hold the final moments hesitant,
the sight now dim in fading light.

Thus poor creature huddled in vain,
resigned through long acquaintance,
yet unable to loose its grip in final sigh,
would say quite bold, “Yes, now would be
the moment, smoothed by constant touch
to familiarity and rest.”

And then the life force, instinct, will,
turns in an instant ferocious still,
no, just one more breath, a second glance,
before I go - it’s not too much to ask.



Line count: 18
Free verse
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 14 2024
Prompt: Use at least three of the following words in your poem: stunning, nuance, colorful, last, first.
November 9, 2024 at 4:44pm
November 9, 2024 at 4:44pm
#1079731
Jackson Pollock

Primary colour dribbled from the lip
the tin tipped and dripping
red yellow green blue struggling
their random patterns painted pooling
plastic paths pirouetting pastiche
of explosive performance entwined
one within the other and a thousand more
wriggling in random writhing riot
confused and silent cacophony
and chaos of accident intended.

This mass of shape and line
coloured fresh and free
is wild and even beautiful
a design of energy and verve
but art gagged and voiceless
wall hanging without a cause.



Line count: 16
Free verse
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 13 2024
Prompt: Quiet chaos.
October 31, 2024 at 12:16pm
October 31, 2024 at 12:16pm
#1079228
A Poem From Nowhere

A good morning to the empty pristine page,
awaiting its breakfast of magical words,
and thoughts are aligning all eager and sage.

But jumbled they are, all so dumb and absurd,
the brain it’s not working, “Vacation!” it cries,
I hunt for a subject but ev’rything’s blurred.

the teevee is shouting and telling its lies,
the coffee is weak and not up to its task,
the hope I had early just dwindles and dies.

I think I am beaten, I may have to pass -
but wait, it seems I have succeeded at last.



Line count: 11
Form: Terza Rima - Rhymed aba bcb cdc dd, 11 syllables per line
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 12
Prompt: Write a Terza Rima.
October 25, 2024 at 9:35am
October 25, 2024 at 9:35am
#1078901
Halloween At Last

Poor little Johnny, who died only last week,
he didn’t mind - he was ever so meek;
but what really hurt him and made him feel sad,
he missed Halloween and the chance to be bad.

He haunted each night in the same old streets,
wailing and moaning and dressed up in sheets.
The other ghosts listened and they understood -
poor Johnny was only expressing his mood.

They came to him then with a clever idea,
“You need a friend to possess and be here,”
and Johnny latched on to his little dog Stan,
who knew him at once and accepted his plan.

Now each Halloween they go forth as one
amongst trick or treaters and all having fun,
from house to house and fast on their feet,
go Johnny and Stan collecting their treats!



Line count: 16
Rhymed aabb
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 11 2024
Prompt: Picture of a dog trick or treating in a sheet.
October 17, 2024 at 11:26am
October 17, 2024 at 11:26am
#1078461
Oh, Do Not Ask, “What is it?”

Some things are so special,
moments of bright sunbursts
of awareness, scattered
as mountain peaks in the foothills
of life, high experiences
that shine their crystal clarity
and illumine the dark corners
forever.

To speak of them in hope
of understanding is to demean
the mystery, to drain the nearness
of the divine with earthly care,
the perfect light of that instant
sullied with inspection and
force feeding the replete.

‘Tis enough to say
God spoke.



Line count: 17
Free verse
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 10 2024
Prompt: Write a poem about a moment when you felt overwhelmingly joyful.
Note: The title is a quote from
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot.

October 9, 2024 at 8:11am
October 9, 2024 at 8:11am
#1077991
Posh Nosh

King Henry, the eighth of that handle,
said that nought could hold a candle
to the steak bought with many a coin
and he dubbed it right there as Sir Loin.

And the Terrible Ivan, he swore
that the food that delighted his jaw
was not from the usual abattoir
but the fish eggs he called caviar.

Declared Emperor of China, the Ming,
that the thing that made his bell ring
was to bury the eggs for his lunch
to give them that delicate crunch.

But the king of the gods that was Zeus
declared himself absolutely no use
if his breakfast excluded the spectre
of a walloping goblet of nectar.

Now I’ve tried all these types of food
and admit that I found them quite good
(‘cept the eggs - they were too old and smelly),
it’s bangers and mash that’ll do me.



Line count: 20
Rhyming couplets
For Promptly Poetry Challenge 5, Week 9
Prompt: Write a poem about your favourite food.
Notes: Bangers and mash is, of course, the famous English dish of sausages and mashed potato (that also requires peas and gravy). And, this being a very English poem, I should advise that the word “nosh” is British slang for food. I take it that “posh” is well enough known universally for it not to need explanation.
September 30, 2024 at 10:12am
September 30, 2024 at 10:12am
#1077484
Water

the drop depends on the lip of the tap
sharp reflection of the world
quivers above abyss



Line count: 3
Form: Kimo
For Promptly Poetry Challenge 5, Week 8
Prompt: Kimo - Israeli version of the Japanese Haiku, usually image-specific and acts as a still life, or snapshot, of a single moment. Three lines, syllable count 10, 7, 6.
September 26, 2024 at 11:27am
September 26, 2024 at 11:27am
#1077312
Week

Monday rolls in, so full of promise,
Tuesday arrives with the Pacific War,
Wednesday is hump day and soon upon us
Thursday is empty and uncertain, unsure,
Friday senses an end to the book,
Saturday brings more time for tea,
Sunday falls softly with barely a look
so goes my week from the land to the sea.

This is retirement, the end of real work,
day follows day, a cycle of time,
habit the ruler, the vulture and stork,
over and over whether sainted or crime.



Line count: 12
Rhymed abab
For Promptly Poetry Challenge 5, Week 7
Prompt: Use the following words in your poem: Monday, fall, tea, book.
Notes: The poem is quite personal since it describes my week, not yours. Much needs explanation but I’ll explain just the Pacific War reference. This recalls the fact that my favourite YouTube vloggers release each episode in their study of the Pacific War on Tuesday mornings. It forms my entertainment during breakfast on that day.
September 15, 2024 at 12:56pm
September 15, 2024 at 12:56pm
#1076830
A Soft Day

A soft day
as the Irish have it
to describe those grey days
so natural to the British isles
when the cloud comes down to meet us
shrouded in gloom and dim light
with rain so fine
it falls not but inhabits the atmosphere
soaking nothing
but arraying our clothes
with the diamonds of tiny drops
held on the fibres
miniature pinpricks of moisture
and we swim in the mist
creatures of the silent world
coddled in chilly companionship
grateful for the veil
that hides our secrets.

A soft day indeed
and the mark that seals our souls
with talk of weather
as though anything but this gentle touch
could steal our hearts.



Line count: 23
Free verse
For Promptly Poetry Challenge 5, Week 6
Prompt: A rainy day.
September 13, 2024 at 4:00pm
September 13, 2024 at 4:00pm
#1076753



Pumpkins

Pale and protected from the sun,
ghost pumpkins white await their fate,
dreaming perhaps of Florida
where their sickly hue might tan

to burnished gold of bolder mien,
or orange from the salon’s sessions,
a brazen bunch of bulging beam,
and ready now for Halloween

with toothy grin and archèd brow,
brain aflame with darkened thought,
as evil creeps extended night,
the world embraced by fearful dream.

And so to reach their pumpkin calling,
no longer wan and unappealing,
but ghosts arisen from the dead
with furbished claim upon their rights.



Line count: 16
Free verse
For Promptly Poetry Challenge 5, Week 5
Prompt: As per illustration.

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