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PAD Challenge Day 30: A Poet's Garden

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PAD Challenge Day 30: Write a harvest poem. A Poet's Garden In my right hand, my pen is a sharp, fine,  thin, black, beautiful hoe. Along the bed  of an empty page, is where she lives and loves to sow sweet seeds from thy own  heart and soul, for the world and I to reap lyrical flowers that grow in memory of one in a million of my emotions sown.  In times of weeding, I weed strength, courage, and wisdom together- plowing righteousness with  tenderness through my agony, jubilee and  uncertainty into another soul- like birthing  life to roses just to raise love in love poems;  like baby breaths grasping, sharing my first breath of new rhythms and rhymes; like sweet peas for all of my sweetest imagery;  like lilies in memories of my mountains after  reaching the divine comfort of a valley;  like sunflowers boldly yelling at the world to stand tall in resilience and to keep heads  high in the midst of torrid times;  like honey...
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PAD Challenge Day 29: Poem in My Passport

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PAD Challenge Day 29: Write a pocket poem. Poem in my Passport I got a poem in my passport called If You're A Beggar, Be a Chooser Too . Come here, I'll show it to you. See! Right here, between the black back cover page of my left and right sleeves, beside the currencies of 1 Bahamian, 5 Euros, 7 Bermudians, 7 Barbadians, 20 Carribbean guilders, and 25,000 Rupiahs is a free villanelle from Courtney Dowe handed to me in Washington, DC, after I recited some poetry. From poet to poet, I'm happy she gave it to me- 'Cause I didn't have to be a beggar, only choose these words for keeps. 💜D'ElegantOne 
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PAD Challenge Day 28: Two-for-Tuesday: "Human Love Subjects" and "To Be A Hater, or Not to Be"

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PAD Challenge Day 28: Two-for- Tuesday: Write a love and/or anti-love poem.  Human Love Subjects I love studying the whole heart of you  as you heart the biology of me You're always hypothetically  determined to solve what and who we could be I love surveying our history Yours is almost identical to me Full of evolution, purpose,  resilence and self-efficacy Together always valiantly sharing  why when and where we should be Making life more interesting and interactive when we intervene  I love the analytics of your attitude and how it measures a space  for vulnerability and sensitivity You're always processing the raw  even in the gray area  of your own inaccuracies  Generating softer patterns  for me to discover  a better you with me To Be A Hater, or Not To Be to be a hater  verily ye must hate   everything the nature of someone else  even the nature of thyself thy lips of thee heart  always spewing i...
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PAD Challenge Day 27: Music Junkie 🎶 🎵

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PAD Challenge Day 27: Write a fan poem. Music Junkie if music was a drug  i'd be a devoted junkie never in pain forever out of a silent misery ears constantly fiending for a melody as genres track after track medicate me soul floating on cloud nine while words and sounds stimulate me regulating my blood pressure and boosting my energy  Dopamine running rapidly as iTune euphorically happily dancing composing or casually listening  💜D'ElegantOne 
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PAD Challenge Day 26: Last Good Cry

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PAD Challenge Day 26: Write a “Last (blank)” poem. Last Good Cry Last night after some  good butter chicken  and a garlic naan  with a good friend,  I let the wind caress  me as I sashay  up the concrete- we danced with the  soft rain until  I went home  fell into my own arms and had to a good cry.  I cried for all the good girls,  whom I call warriors of love  because we loved ourselves  through brokenheartedness  to repairness...all alone-  while always been good...did good...  and still doing good  from the goodness of our hearts  because we are more than good enough... I cried for the children I fed this week  because they didn't have enough food  after school so I wonder  if my blessings are keeping them smiling.  Are they happy and full?  Are they able to sleep in peace?... I cried for the world  How sad are the daily broken blues  swallowing up precious tim...
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PAD Challenge Day 25: 💰 4 Wars, But Can't Feed 🍽 the Poor (This is the remix from Day 9: A Triolet Poem)

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PAD Challenge Day 25: Write a remix poem. Pick a poem you wrote earlier this month and re-create it in a new way. 💰 4 Wars, But Can't Feed 🍽 the Poor  (This is the remix from Day 9: A Triolet Poem) Tupac, where's the lie? Another 1.1 million dispersed for missiles, displacing thousands of Arabian lives While an American father and two daughters softly ask me for food to get by. Tupac, where's the lie? Three elementary kids in an alley nervously ask me for a few dollars to split some burgers and a fry. Since FEDs snapped SNAP by $187 billion, its been affecting millions of lives. Tupac, where's the lie? Another $1.1 million dispersed for missiles, displacing thousands of Arabian lives. 💜D'ElegantOne 
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PAD Challenge Day 24: Who Am I?

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PAD Challenge Day 24: Write an unidentified poem. Who Am I? My rich roots in Africa  crowns me Queen. I'm a flawless diamond  emerging from rough history. My looks are unique. I range from the deepest  shade of ebony  to the warmest bronze  to the lightest tawny. My size and shape runs from  small to a voluptuous physique. My voice can be screechy,  smoky, sultry or husky. Even my hair has  porosity and diversity,  it can be tightly curly or coily. Down on earth,  I'm the most unprotected  and disrespected human being. Beyond the imitation and mockery, I still take pride in making strides. I come from a legacy of resilience, a beautiful, distinguished, elite genealogy  of pioneers, rebels and cultural icons. I'm known for reclaiming anytime. I make sacrifices for self and all of mine. Even with the weight of the world  on my shoulders,  nothing ever fails around  or can succeed without me- not even the family an...
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