"After Leaving Here" Poem

For Day 30 of the April Pad Challenge, the "After Leaving Here" poem.

After leaving home, I always go back
To pick up a thing I forgot,
But how many memories can’t I go back
To see what has been lost.

For Day 30 of the April Pad Challenge, the "After Leaving Here" poem.

After leaving home, I always go back
To pick up a thing I forgot,
But how many memories can’t I go back
To see what has been lost.

"After Leaving Here" Poem

World without something poem

For Day 28 of the April Pad Challenge, the "the world without something else" poem.

An Ocean without Waves

The sea is calm, like a reflecting pond,
It's frozen cold when winters descends.
I'll skate across, before it thaws,
Before spring dissolves this endless expanse.

For Day 28 of the April Pad Challenge, the "the world without something else" poem.

An Ocean without Waves

The sea is calm, like a reflecting pond,
It's frozen cold when winters descends.
I'll skate across, before it thaws,
Before spring dissolves this endless expanse.

World without something poem

In the (blank) of the (blank) Poem

"In the (blank) of (blank)" Poem for Day 27 of the April Pad Challenge.


In the beginning of the beginning
When love was new:
Hesitant kisses, much ado,
Excited kisses,
Promises accrue,
Thumping palpitations
Piercing through.

"In the (blank) of (blank)" Poem for Day 27 of the April Pad Challenge.


In the beginning of the beginning
When love was new:
Hesitant kisses, much ado,
Excited kisses,
Promises accrue,
Thumping palpitations
Piercing through.

In the (blank) of the (blank) Poem

Leader Poem

Leader poem for Day 26 of Robert Lee Brewer's April Pad Challenge.

When arms collide
we'll turn the enemy aside
Grind them back into the night
We'll leap the walls
And surge in squalls
And drive them to withdraw.

Leader poem for Day 26 of Robert Lee Brewer's April Pad Challenge.

When arms collide
we'll turn the enemy aside
Grind them back into the night
We'll leap the walls
And surge in squalls
And drive them to withdraw.

Leader Poem

Falling Poem

This is for Day 25 of the April Pad Challenge, a falling poem

Falling asleep

The night is calm, the air is cool
And wind blows in from outside.
Though I've many things left still to do
They must be for now put aside.
Darkness folds over, voices speak up
Coming from somewhere inside.
Now lights all around, while images jump,
As everywhere shadows come alive.

This is for Day 25 of the April Pad Challenge, a falling poem

Falling asleep

The night is calm, the air is cool
And wind blows in from outside.
Though I've many things left still to do
They must be for now put aside.
Darkness folds over, voices speak up
Coming from somewhere inside.
Now lights all around, while images jump,
As everywhere shadows come alive.

Falling Poem

Like Poem

My poem for Day 18 of the April Pad Challenge, a "Like" poem.

Like for Like
Carat for carat and eye for eye;
My hours of sweat bring flights 'cross the sky.
Quid pro quo, new things obtained.
The gods bring us rain, in exchange for oblations of grain
Money for something, this for that.
These tables of trade bring me wealth unsurpassed.

My poem for Day 18 of the April Pad Challenge, a "Like" poem.

Like for Like
Carat for carat and eye for eye;
My hours of sweat bring flights 'cross the sky.
Quid pro quo, new things obtained.
The gods bring us rain, in exchange for oblations of grain
Money for something, this for that.
These tables of trade bring me wealth unsurpassed.

Like Poem

Snapshot Poem

Here is a snapshot poem for Day 16 of the April PAD challenge.

The night is dawning in the east,
And I am drawing inside to rest.
The night is quiet and the sight
Of the lights that dapple the sky
Is shaping before my eyes.
I've already started to plan my dreams,
Out of my clothes and into my sheets,
Off with the lights, off of my feet,
Soon all things no longer in reach.

Here is a snapshot poem for Day 16 of the April PAD challenge.

The night is dawning in the east,
And I am drawing inside to rest.
The night is quiet and the sight
Of the lights that dapple the sky
Is shaping before my eyes.
I've already started to plan my dreams,
Out of my clothes and into my sheets,
Off with the lights, off of my feet,
Soon all things no longer in reach.

Snapshot Poem

"ain't none of my business" poem

This is for Day 12 of the April PAD challenge, an "ain't none of my business" poem.

I had a roommate who worked on secret things alone,
On mysteries, that neither him nor I was meant to know.
On murky evenings much went on behind his door:
The sounds that roared, the smoke that seeped through cracks,
The indecipherable intonations, lights that flashed.
What he'd seen or heard or looked upon with naked mind,
I couldn't conceive, and he wouldn't dare to leave behind.
He disappeared, and nothing more was heard,
Departing willingly or being taken away
I couldn't say and won't investigate.
There's things best kept undisturbed.

This is for Day 12 of the April PAD challenge, an "ain't none of my business" poem.

I had a roommate who worked on secret things alone,
On mysteries, that neither him nor I was meant to know.
On murky evenings much went on behind his door:
The sounds that roared, the smoke that seeped through cracks,
The indecipherable intonations, lights that flashed.
What he'd seen or heard or looked upon with naked mind,
I couldn't conceive, and he wouldn't dare to leave behind.
He disappeared, and nothing more was heard,
Departing willingly or being taken away
I couldn't say and won't investigate.
There's things best kept undisturbed.

"ain't none of my business" poem

Lune Poem

Here is a Lune poem for Day 12 of the April PAD challenge.

The windows are open,
Air Blows in,
Leaves are blown inside.

Here is a Lune poem for Day 12 of the April PAD challenge.

The windows are open,
Air Blows in,
Leaves are blown inside.

Lune Poem