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PAD Challenge Day 30: The Transition

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PAD Challenge Day 30: Write a goodbye poem. The Transition  The hardest goodbye was holding my father's warm hand for the last time.  After  he reached for me,   he called out the  angels  by name in the room. He shared his last words the night before. Something like, "They are waiting. I'm sorry, I can't stay. I'm sorry you can't go, but I promise to come back for you." The morning after, everything was silent, even the bird outside the window that  watched me  during the final hours. The only music to my ears  was  the ventilator, the dropping blood pressure, and the c-pap machine. I rather play the Motown music he requested the night before just so that he could sing to me and smile a smile that mirrors mine again. Or talk about the wedding that he wanted to pay for and dance at with me to Run DMC in classic, fresh Addidas. He even said, "Only one of my brothers or your brother can give  you away. If you have children,

PAD Challenge Day 29: 6 to 8

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PAD Challenge Day 29: Write an evening poem. 6 to 8 From six to eight I wine down with springtime. I may rest by it's dandelions and lilacs- better yet, cuddle by it's budding roses just to wake up and say I smelled them again. If not too fatigue, I may lend it's tree trunk my back, so Spring's breeze can hug my hips and kiss my lips while the Phoenix soul of me lay mellow in a mutual union with jazz fusions. Before my eyes send the sun off to the west, I borrow what little energy and jubilation my bones and melanin are authorized to use to push a prayer for today among the clouds. Because today was more than a good day, because I watched it rollover into a thick, shameless, beautiful black night; smooth like me, with a heart full of moonlight and a little youth for tomorrow. D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 28: The Haikus of Mother Nature (A Nonet Remix)

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PAD Challenge Day 28:  Write a remix poem. The Haikus of Mother Nature (A Nonet Remix) I am your womb of flowers and light Pure water finessing your life Passionate flames of warm love Gales of clear energy Full of bright starlight Throughout mornings Afternoons And late Nights D'ElegantOne  Footnote: I remixed the poem, "The Haikus of Mother Nature", from PAD Challenge Day 22 into a nonet poem. :-)

PAD Challenge Day 27: "city of peace" and "Make Believe".

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PAD Challenge Day 27:  Write a Believe and/or Don’t Believe poem. city of peace if heaven had visiting hours, i believe all visitors would extend their stay or not leave at all. Make Believe My heart is too real for the make believe. These rhythms of love can't fake it til they make it. They rather go without a war, and sit in self-love within me than self-pity with you. I'm too full of life to secretly lay down  in a bed full of lies and deceit. And I don't wanna look alive on stage then close a door to see a piece of me expiring  on the floor. I have no interest in fairy tales either. They sold white lies to my black youth and never apologized. When, in au naturale, I'm really too comfortable to play dress up because my spirit is a Monarch butterfly. And my credit too excellent, for me to profit from business relations in a glass house where the writings on the wall will eventually show and tell to say deduct the charades

PAD Challenge Day 26: As the World Turns

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PAD Challenge Day 26: Write a "Blank" world poem. As the World Turns Look at us, Spinning and spinning, On this merry-go-round of life. Is it too good that we can put our hands up without free falling and getting bruised? Or is it too bad that we  can't  feel the vibrations? We're only in control of our lives- well, of what little we can control. No hands. No grips on this gravity. Gravity is on it's own- holding us down more than the brothers and sisters next to us. Should we be surprised? About how abomination turning parallel with us? Even the seasons are not fair in their periods of time. I'm surprised God hasn't turned Earth upside down yet for at least 7 days straight for us to get it straight in another new space. I'm surprised the continents are not in flames instigating pure hell in memory of evil. I'm surprised the oceans haven't drowned us with their blues or made us choke, possibly overfill our u

PAD Challenge Day 25: Caption Bubble

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PAD Challenge Day 25: Write a thought poem. Caption Bubble I wish I could check into your mind. I would walk barefooted  and tender through your daily meditations; Recite the music in your head; Roll around in your wit; See what you see; plant happy thoughts in your plans; taste your entrée of dreams then skip down to your photogenic memory lanes of pleasure and pain. I would expunge all of your brokenness in exchange for alleviating lyrics while the sun set in your eyes. If I could I would color me in as your sweetest daydream. I would ride your emotional roller coaster just to silence your doubts and  extract your fears. Softly, I would stike a nerve to activate your senses until you are no longer puzzled about the art of you. D'ElegantOne

PAD Challenge Day 24: What If…?

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PAD Challenge Day 24: Write a question poem. What If…? What if the shoe was on the other foot and Native Americans invaded Europe and colonized your country? What if they assassinated ninety percent of your people? Enslaved your kin on your own homeland made you face ethnic cleansing and called it Manifest Destiny What if they named a Chief from every tribe as your Founding Fathers? Would you feel Thankful at Thanksgiving? Would you feel independent on Independence Day? Or full of mourning after a Trial of Tears?   What if the tables were turned and African Descents formed an alliance with Native Americans Rowed boats like the White Lion and Clotila to the coast of Europe Set up ports to kidnap your precious white men, women, and children Cramped and pinned their malnourished and dehydrated bodies down to foul floors Humiliated your men Raped your mothers and children back-to-back across the Atlantic until settled in the New