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PAD Challenge Day 9: Pen & Paper

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  PAD Challenge Day 9: Write a persona poem (for an inanimate object). Pen & Paper I never knew what a ride or die meant until I met Pen & Paper . Some true comrades. My poetry tribe. Real and reliable as my creator; Never ignored or fronted my feelings; Never judged my baby steps, Or laughed at my stage presence. Just a trustworthy duet that invited and accepted me as I was at the age of seven. We produced a picture-perfect threesome in between rhyme and rhythm. Galloped for meters after meters from Nursery Rhymes, Haikus, Limericks, Acrostic poems to Free verses. They fostered my heart, became my ideal of “village”. Something like the big sister and BFF that I fantasized about. They lifted my soul as I lifted them. They cradled my passions; Housed my dreams with no vacancies for sabotage or manipulation. They never ghosted me, but I could hide out and be free for FREE even if nobody cared to hear me read. They ma

PAD Challenge Day 8: Your Java Fleurs

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PAD Challenge Day 8: Write a metaphor poem. Your Java Fleurs Your pictures on the ‘gram Tells me you don’t  want just any aroma in your cup or care too much about drive-thrus. Come here, let me double espresso how much I’d like to be your private Starbucks Encourage euphoria as I dress up Be your favorite caffeine stimulating your dopamine just to keep you up. Make it extra dark or blonde for you Stir my own sugar below the rim be your crème de la crème Tell me, how you like it, whipped or steamed? 7 days a week? 3 times a day? Once in a while? Don’t worry, I don’t want you to lose your sense of taste or smile. I’d like to switch it up Be your Misto on Mondays Mocha on Tuesdays Hot Chocolate on Wednesdays Cappuccino on Thursdays Dolce Latte on Fridays Oh la la,  for the weekends, I will be your Early Grey in the mornings, Your Peach Tranquility at midday, Your Chai at night. And if you're on-the- go, I’ll travel lit

PAD Challenge Day 7: Internet Trolls

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  PAD Challenge Day 7: Write a villain poem. Internet Trolls Supervillains from Marvel, Detective Comics and Disney have lifelines on the World Wide Web and Apps with no capes. Monitors, tablets, and mobile screens are their sweet escape; equal opportunity under anonymous accounts and pseudo names. They follow, friend you knowingly knowing they are vicious, vindictive, broken foes with minimum or no genuine human interaction to expose. Instead, seeking validation and salvation in the land of Wi-Fi with psychological sadism as their high. All day scrolling and scrolling, they stay trolling and trolling trying to control narratives like they for real for real know you like they know you know you; when they are just squares under squares with wicked hearts fueling offensive wars going nowhere, wasting time; causing inflammation to bodies and souls; Injecting anxiety, pain, self-doubt, and inadequacy into minds; Awaking childhood

PAD Challenge Day 6: "Coming of Age" and Constant Variable"

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PAD Challenge Day 6:  Write a Change and/or Don’t Change poem. Coming of Age I can't repeat this year again not even in another phase Just be gentle with this wide spirit and the steps awaiting at the center of this stage Down to the days of ahead, To what I release or save Let new knowledge tell my wisdom, You have nothing to be afraid Just open up your heart Stroke softly through the waves before all the music fades Because even the art of you will always change. Constant Variables I wish everyone could see how you constantly average out to be dysfunctional in every equation. You're never equivalent in the areas desired or welcoming as you appear to be. Your expressions never define the summation of community. You don’t add anything to anyone's life. You just subtract, cause chaotic division. Hell, none of the integers that hang around you can commonly factor "unity" from your soul. Because it’s always about you, yourself, and yo

PAD Challenge Day 5: The First Sounds

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PAD Challenge Day 5:   Ta ke the phrase "The First (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem. The First Sounds Today I beat my alarm clock by 1 hour. I didn't get a chance to snooze for another 10 minutes or lay awake, wishing that my right arm was stretched out, touching my soulmate's body; keeping their body warmer with mine; making them feel secure within the locked doors of my home and the rhythm of my very own heart... Instead... I woke up  holding myself to the first sounds of warning sounds Two fire trucks......... One police car followed by an ambulance then 2 more police cars--- all outsinging the hymns produced by the sparrows and  cardinals outside my window. Coaxing me to think: What happened?  What's happening this time? God knows the world has seen enough... heard enough series of unexpected drama and trauma? What now....? what is happening outside of my outside? Was

PAD Challenge Day 4: Binoculars

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PAD Challenge Day 4: Write an active poem. Binoculars eyes on the lookout: sightseeing through the many natures of me, recognizing the beautiful nouns that I have become in the daring places I dreamed with the things I adore,   staying              aligned with the authenticity and sensuality of self, keeping   my skies and ocean crystal clear, protecting              my head from mountains and my soul from valleys, word-searching               the visual wordsmith in me, keeping              her  alive long enough to story tell the infinite rising and falling actions of my life D'ElegantOne

PAD Challenge Day 3: Lipstick Conversations

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PAD Challenge Day 3: Write a communication poem. Lipstick Conversations I have new shades to leave, covertly and boldly on your skin; passionately smear off in the heatwave of this seduction as you spontaneously choose to nibble then slightly rest on  the circumference of my full lips. I love the sight and sound of this tug of war and how you exchange a single kiss for a french one-- taking advantage of the taste buds, dripping off my cherry tongue as we slowly, silently disconnect until these wordless actions trace your lips back to mine again. D'ElegantOne