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PAD Challenge Day 30: Don't Be Surprised

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PAD Challenge Day 30: Write a surprise poem. Don't Be Surprised  If the sun's full round face becomes a square  in between patches of scattered clouds.  If the moon no longer opens the night and  the stars no longer dance around your head. If the birds don't hold a tune  and the caterpillars never cocoon.  If the ocean doesn't wave and  the trees don't stare back at you. If the ones that loved you today,  hate you tomorrow. If the favorite voice you once heard goes weak and can no longer speak. If the lips you once french kissed,  harvest a new passionate tongue of deceit. If the arms that knit your heart close,  cut your heartbeat thread loose. If the one that was quick with a vital  hello is the first to ghost you with no excuse. If the one that painted a rainbow on your face,  widely draws in the color blue to make you cry too. If family becomes strangers and  friends more like family. If friends become lovers. If you wake up alone, remember  time is of the essen

PAD Challenge Day 29: 🐦 bird's eye view

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PAD Challenge Day 29: Write a sight poem. bird's-eye view thirty thousand feet  up with your aerial heart  i can see through love D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 28: You Are

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PAD Challenge Day 28: Write a"You Are (Blank)" poem. You Are If you have, Tell me-- How did it sound? Was it like only  God's angels were around? Did it make saltwater  swell in your eyes? What did it feel like? Did your skin get goosebumps? Did your body catch  the chills or a fever? Was it like your favorite  love song recited to the  beat of your heart? Did you want to rewind, keep it on repeat or play it back  from the start? Was it like a poem, an ode or ballad in the shape of a heart? Was it like a dream  you wanted to stay asleep in? Was it like a mother's first kiss? Did you believe in the   eight syllables of it? Did it make you feel like  you were on cloud ten? Once you heard it,  did you want to hear it again? Tell me, What was it like to hear,  you are the only one for me ? D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 27: πŸŽ‚ Cake πŸŽ‚ and Eat It Too

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PAD Challenge Day 27: Write an an anapodoton poem. Cake and Eat It Too  Life is not always berry sweet full of confetti, rainbows  and butteflies in our circle of life. It can sprinkle unfortunate surprises. We can receive lemons after lemons  in a dark black forest of medley roses, even when our hearts are red velvet. Anywhere there's an Angel, a Devil will try to cake up; Get rich off your Godly confections. Kind of ice cold to say, Vanilla and Chocolate  will never always have a fair  share of what rises and pans out. The entanglement of the swirl  is just as incompatible and conflicting. No matter the number of layers, some will be handed corners, others more centers of it all. No matter how small, medium or large; Short or tall; Buttercream is not always  creme de la creme to us all. But we must keep a glaze  on God's miracle whips. Keep whisking the  ingredients of prayer  and supplication to bake  our special purposes on Earth. D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 26: Missed Calls

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PAD Challenge Day 26: Write a response. Missed Calls  I miss calls from my father. On Sundays, before and after  church and during football,  basketball, and baseball games. During the week,  on break or late at night  to see how my day went. On the weekend,  to share our adventures  and experiences with  people, places and things.  I miss missed calls from my father. He would always leave a voice-mail to say, "Baby Girl, it's your daddy.  You know I love you.  You must be mad at me.  Call me back anyway." I would listen and laugh  because sometimes I was mad,  mad at him for being so far away  when I needed a hug  or his shoulder the most.  Mad at him for something he said  that irritated my skin and overturned my nerves. Mad when he forgot about something important--- I would repeat myself twice or a third time. Him, knowingly knowing  that I despised repeating myself  and procrastination. On the days I wasn't mad,  honestly, I was occupied  and focused on growing 

PAD Challenge Day 25: The American Dream

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PAD Challenge Day 25: Write a dream and/or reality poem. The American Dream Oops! My bad! I know you pictured a white picket fence around a single unit of square feet with three to four bedrooms, two to three bathrooms, with a garage too small of a container to contain equality, justice, and liberty for all. I know a set of four paws seems to have more human rights than the footprints of your babies running through wildflowers in pink and blue. I know the  Whites   have more yellow in their smiles and all your eyes witnessed on this soil is a  Trail of Tears and the blackest  Blues , though you have flesh that can split open to bleed  Red  like them. Sorry! I know you keep thinking you’re seeing stars; wishing, hoping, and dreaming that your stripes won’t look like the ones our ancestors inherited on their backs in the cotton fields or behind the Magnolia tree in the mills, but they got a chokehold on necks still and gasoline to gaslight your minds. I

PAD Challenge Day 24: Touchscreen

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PAD Challenge Day 24: Write a touch poem. Touchscreen  A distance view of you, Your sensual finger tips  and the erect tip of your stylus turns me on. Come here.  Come near. In skins or bare skin. I want you in front of me. I want you to touch me Hold me like  I'm your favorite touch screen.  Your daily apple that  keeps the doctors away.  Come here.  Open wide, take as many juicy bites   as you desire  under this galaxy of love. Stimulate my psychology.  Give my physiology  100% sheer interaction  and satisfaction guaranteed.  Skim my ergonomics   while I tune into yours. Handle me with care. Apply your protection. Zoom in on your favorite position. Turn me upright or horizontal. Caress me up then down Back up then down again. Talk to me with some authority  as you give directions for us  to stay aligned in this  angle of geometry  that we subconsciously  network in. Passionately grip my hips, hold onto the curvy sides of me for  your equilibrium.  Sustain all my inner  and outer

PAD Challenge Day 23: pHoBiA

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PAD Challenge Day 23: Write a fear poem. pHoBiA I fear telling you my fears. You might laugh into tears. Everything seems funny today. People's pain, illness, struggles, lost, even their foul play. I fear writing this poem.  Fear that my pen would  die before the words are born. Fear I might get overwhelmed and cry  just thinking about my fears having more life than I. I fear sitting still or sleeping too long;  Seems too close to comforting death. I fear going blind;  Limited chances to see my last dream come alive. I fear going deaf;  Mute to the sounds of music, ocean's waves or my own breath. I fear growing old alone. No holy matrimony;  A pledge of allegiance to my soulmate.  No extended legacies;  Strong gemstones like an Onyx and Diamond  running through my home  for me to feed them  the wisdom I'd inherited  and the knowledge I've obtained. I fear tomorrow if I don't attempt to do better than today. I fear time because it's always ticking and tocking awa

PAD Challenge Day 22: What I πŸ’œ About My Sister-Friends

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PAD Challenge Day 22: Write a "What (blank)" poem. What I Love About My Sister-Friends  I have three older than me. One is 49.  She could be President  but she's an Oprah and  First Lady Michelle to me. One is 47.  She is the carribean carnival of life. Teaches me to never think twice. One is almost 43.  She can set a flame of excellence throughout an entire community. Then there are three; the same age as me. One is an Aries too. Adventurous, independent and empathic like me. Two is cool water, loyal and assertive.  Three is Vogue and creates things you've never thought you would see. Four of us together,  we're like the Louisiana's holy trinity. But what I really love about my sister friends is their unconditional love, and transparency. We even have the same positive energy. We can show our wounds, share our woes,  cry, laugh, defend  and be our authentic selves without feeling like frenemies. D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 21: On the Sixth Day

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PAD Challenge Day 21: Write a six words poem using the following words: bow, lean, park, saw, tear, and wound. On the Sixth Day Head bowed Heart lean  after being heavy Blessings overflow from temple to soles Soul parked between  Proverbs and Psalms  reserved for  heaven's lane Tears of joy like  April's showers All wounds heal as an old saw says D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 20: 🐘 Elephants 🐘 in the Room

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PAD Challenge Day 20: Write an animal poem. Elephants in the Room They are everywhere. No mirror is required to recognize their presence. Ask a blind man;  he'll reveal it to you. Consult with a wise man;  he'll teach you. It is bold as the sun, wide as the seas; heavy like smog. Loudly and convulsively, on and off  LED and LCD screens, Cold hard truths are  screaming #FACTS! at the tip of our fingers  and to our faces. Eyes,  wide open  or closed tightly, looks deceiving  and acts nonchalantly. No matter how high heads,  noses, lips and asses are. No matter how tough our skin appears. There is a very thick line between the Ivory and Ebony. D'ElegantOne  Circa 2011 

PAD Challenge Day 19: Taste Buds

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PAD Challenge Day 19: Write a taste poem. Taste Buds Since the first time we've met,  I've daydreamed about the  flavors you would offer my palate.  Would you be a double rainbow  or a single layer?  How long will your sweetness last?  If I made you wait to sample my brown zucar, would it be permanently or temporarily? Would you grow sour,  season me with salt to  alter my texture of love  and enhance my systolic?  Samples later, here we are,  devoted taste buds  at tables for two. Persevered and reserved  for only you and I. You are umami to me; Generous at serving and deliciously well done. At the center of my tongue,  your full name marinates and the subtle leftovers that make you are extracted from your appetizing lips. Your entrΓ©e of love  repeatedly fills me up, over and over again, without  upsetting my stomach,  effectuating heartburn  or regurgitation. And the sweetest part  of you is your heart  that I refuse to dice,  set aside or ever think  to desert for another  u

PAD Challenge Day 18: Organic Chemistry

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PAD Challenge Day 18: Write a love and/or anti-love poem. Organic Chemistry You are the only beautiful living thing to me; Pure compounds of kinetic and potential energy. A king heart of 24 karats gold. When everyone else consistently fold, you’re meteoric to picture the silver lining unfold. When life is not fair and I feel slightly winded, you revitalize revolutions of extra O2 in the air. You’re polar to this world; weight more valuable than a black diamond and pearl to this girl. Full of alpha, beta, and gamma rays. Every time I look into your eyes, I'm electrified and amazed. When I orbit you, I’m a whole new molecule; positively charged by the neutral things you impartially do. The structure of this love is a composition that can't be carbon copied for commission. The single bond we gathered from two, with a strong love like this, there's no man-made element that can break through. D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 17: Nerve-racking

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PAD Challenge Day 17: Write a nervous poem. Nerve-racking  Winston-Salem mother  kills 3 children and self. Morrisville husband murders wife. Sweet sixteen, 4 killed and 32 injured. Chicago, 35 shot 8 fatalities. Louisville 5 dead, 8 hurt. Louisville 2 dead 4 wounded. Kansas City teen shot in head. Burke County Block Party 4 injured. Are you concerned?  I feel like we're in The Purge . Are you scared? Another Violent Night . Can't sleep like we all have PTSD. Are you worried? I feel like throwing a  Party for Self Defense , in all black. Play click clack,  rat-a-tat-tat, show 'em How to tic tac toe 'em  before they toe tag you. Are you getting nervous? I'm trying not to have  a breakdown about having to stay ready when we  should only be staying  ready for success, love and peace; Preparing and humbling our souls  for heaven, not strapping up like GIs  just to keep our own blood warm  by keeping heat on and under the seat,  an AK in the trunk,  9 in the console,  1

PAD Challenge Day 16: The Poetic Memoir of a Cancer Survivor

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PAD Challenge Day 16: Write a "The Blank of a Blank Poem". The Poetic Memoir of a Cancer Survivor  I know what it means  to live through the  coldest winter ever. After hearing, "It's cancer". My face welcomed snow. My heart blistered through  every beat per minute. My soul was black ice  in search of traction  to pull me through  the slips and falls in  this season of nightmares where I over-dreamed  about being normal again. But I'll never be the normal me again.  Thanks to abnormal cells! I know the feeling of wet pillows I cried even harder after hearing  someone else die from  cancer because  it could have been me. I know extended showers  so nobody could hear me cry, personal hugs born from  the grip of my own arms wrapped  around me as if they were God's  unchanging hands, mercy, and favor Holding on to me Squeezing life back into me Repositioning and  reconditioning a strong spine for me to stand, walk,  and run this race; Trying to save what lit

PAD Challenge Day 15: In the Shadows of the Sun

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PAD Challenge Day 15: Write a shadow poem. In the Shadows of the Sun  Between the spring's sun  and the flesh of me Lies a darker version of me In majestic colors  but you can't see Contour contrast or highlight  the face of me Taller than my average  height of existence  as if stilts were  added to the limbs of me Hips protruding  creating a bell-shape of me But there is no sound of me  as I obstruct the sun's view from the back of me as if its solar energy was  recharging me internally So you too can see  God's light surrounding me D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 14: The Summation of 143

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  PAD Challenge Day 14: Write an “And Now for Something Completely Different” poem.    The Summation of 143 Make love an integer. A whole one. Where: L = 1 O = 1 V = 1 E = 1 Its perimeter is 4   everybody on this sphere.   There’s no difference in how its multiplied.   Even if love/love, it’ll be one love without   long division just to bring it down   back up again and again until it is nothing.   D’ElegantOne