PAD countdown 25-1 short form

Short

(acrostic)

S aying a lot in a few

H alf of the words, or less, than most poems

O pen to big ideas and little ones, too

R ealizing this poem is reaching its end

T omorrow, maybe a longer poem.

PAD countdown 24-3 persona

Blank

(Gwawdodn)

I’m a piece of paper, blank and white,

Waiting for someone on me to write.

But the writer is tired. She should be fired.  

I’ll have to wait for some other night.

PAD Countdown 24-2 persona

Stray Cat

(gogyohka)

I’m fluffy and orange

And go to her house often.

One of these days

She’ll break her resolve

And let me in.

PAD Countdown 24-1 persona

Butting Heads

She gets me out of a dark cupboard,

where others more useful than me stay.

She puts me in the center of the table

and puts in his thick-handled spoons.

He takes out the spoons and replaces me

with a cut off, used potato-chip can.

He casts me aside saying,

“Cups belong in the cupboard.”

She says, “But I want to see that cup.

It’s too small to hold my tea.”  

“I want it in the center of the table

holding your thick-handled spoons.”

I’m with her. I’m only half a cup.

I remember their daughter smiling,

saying, “I’ll buy this for Dad.

On my side, in colorful lettering reads,

“Grand Turk was so expensive

I could only afford half a cup. “

So Mom put me on a living room shelf,

and smiles, remembering warmer climates.

PAD Countdown 23-3 escape

Somewhere New

(dizain)

When I was young I wanted to escape

the small P-A town of one thousand folks,

instead of trees and hills, to new landscape.

To live in a small town seemed like a hoax,

at least the subject of sarcastic jokes.

I itched for the new and to move around:

new people, places and fun things to do.

And though I moved from that small P-A town,

I still have the itch to go somewhere new.

PAD countdown 23-2 escape

Lovely Lands Across the Sea

(Curtal Sonnet)

Escape to lovely lands across the sea
Experience great wonders right up close
To hike and bike and breathe in lively air
To  learn about intriguing history   
Adventurers will need not be morose
They dare to taste some flavorful new fare
To hear exciting songs and try their dance
Take home great pictures of which they can boast
To know a part of their own heart’s still there
Escape to lovely lands when given chance
Yes! Dare!

PAD Countdown 23-1 escape

My Escape

My friend, 

You’re my escape

from loneliness.

My healer,

You’re my escape

from sickness.

My hope,

You’re my escape

from depression.

My peace,

You’re my escape

from stress.

My strength,

You’re my escape

from weakness.

My guidance,

You’re my escape

from losing my way.

My righteousness,

You’re my escape

from sin.

My shepherd,

You’re my escape

from abandonment.

My encouragement,

You’re my escaped

from stagnation.

My joy,

You’re my escape

from boredom.

My love,

You’re my escape

from fear.