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Introduction to Max

Last night, at Spoken Word Classes – with Missie Peters, we wrote introduction poems about other people.  (We were given very limited time and the expectation was not perfection.)

Words have always intrigued Max

Memorized a poem as a way to relax

His name is not short for anything

Fiction is the genre to which he’ll bring

Tales of all the careers he’s researched

Cook, actor, teacher, skills are perched

On the tips of his fingers & deep in his mind

Storybook couplets are a way to unwind

Literary shelves is not where he’ll be

Fiction, just fiction, for Max “short-for-nothing” D.

(This is my October 30th contribution to Poem A Day October.)

For Me

I will not base

My choice in underwear

On what you

Might like.

Statistically speaking

I will see them

The most -

Not to mention

Be the one to wear them.

If I am putting all of that

Effort into something

You can bet that is for me.

(This is my October 29th contribution to Poem A Day October.)

Mixed Bag

Features, facets, fitting together

Working toward creating

A cohesive whole

Or causing conflicts

In one soul

Challenges to face

Understanding to gain

Majority of the units are

And arbitrary mixed bag

A surprise that we try to accept

And work to our advantage.

There’s not a lot we get to choose

So do the best with the choices you do have.

Beware the pitfall of

Focusing on differences

Separating us from them

And taking for granted

All the facets, feelings, and features

That are the same.

We are more alike than we are different

No matter the severity of

Our differences of opinion

On topics we hold dear.

(This is my October 28th contribution to Poem A Day October.)

Run Away Poem

Once upon a time,

There was a girl

Who was committed

To writing a poem every day

For a month, as well as

Other writing projects,

Work projects,

Volunteer projects,

And a Halloween Vaudeville show,

And she knew she could do it

But sometimes she felt like

She was going to burn out

And feared feeling like a failure

For not completing so many

Things about which she was passionate

Because she really did feel

Strongly about being involved

In each project

But she was still trying

To get over a cold

And was often tired due to

Seasonal Affected Disorder,

So she was feeling the

Strain of being challenged,

Much like the strain

Of trying to read a poem

That is one, run-on sentence

Because it was written due to

A writing prompt that

Asked for one run on sentence

And she just chopped it up

With line breaks

And hoped that her

Next poem would be more

Worth while a read.

(This is my October 27th contribution to Poem A Day October. I used the following writing prompt: Start with a run-on sentence, then chop it into pieces. Or start with single words, and string them together.

I’m also starting a Slam Poetry course this Wednesday, lead by Missie Peters, so hopefully my poetry will improve.)

Hum

Omnipresent humming fills the space

Keeping it from harsh silence

Accentuated by occasional passing vehicles

Their whooshes and ripples slipping

Through solid windows

A gentle reminder that

You are not alone

Pressing shoulders back

Away from the chin

Opening lungs and heart

You relax tense muscles

And feel at home in the space

Instead of trapped in your body

Once rested, you get to decide

How much control you wish to have

And where your body and mind will

Wander. For now, give into the

Hum, let it wash over you

It vibrates the room so you can be still

(This is my October 26th contribution to Poem A Day October.)

Overdue

I slept until noon today

Ocassionally repositioning

In the bed of a lover

Delighted I was getting

Overdue rest

I dripped sweat today

Heating my muscles, skin, breath

In the santuary of my home

Delighted I was getting

Overdue exercise

I fed myself today

Overcooking items slightly

In my steam-filled kitchen

Delighted I was getting

Overdue nutrients

I cared for my needs today

Happily making time

In my schedule for myself

Delighted I was getting

Overdue time alone

(This is my October 25th contribution to Poem A Day October.)

Coalesced Berries

You tough exterior means you are often

Misunderstood

Hard to get into so you are likely

Lonely

People know you are sweet inside but lack

Effort

To get to know you fully.

Pineapple

You are a collection of coalesced berries

Difficult

But worth the time to get to know

(This is my October 24th contribution to Poem A Day October. I used the following writing prompt: Write about a weird fact or several odd facts that you know.)

Caring

I know I should be grateful

For those who include me

I want to see them

I like their company

But it has been a long time since

I had time alone

That wasn’t moments of

Scraping food into my face

On the way to my next

Place To Be

I fear that if I decline one

Invitation

They will stop coming

And although I can hold my own

All alone

That doesn’t mean I don’t want

To be included

(This is my contribution for Poem A Day October. I actually wrote two poems today, as I wrote another one of a different project.)

Affecting Effects

When I was young, my Father and

I used to watch a show called F/X

But I cannot blame this cinematic

Entertainment for the difficulty of

Determining Affect or Effect

Nor should I have to explain

The extent to which situations affect me

Or have an effect on me.

Regardless, I second guess my moves

Wondering if others will assume I

Am pretending to be affected or

That the effect I am feeling

Is not a proportional response.

If something becomes a hot topic

I shy away, for fear that I will

Be told I should have been as

Affected as I “pretended” to me.

What happens to others far away

Should have no effect on me.

Don’t gatekeep my emotions

Or judge me for being affected;

I already have that effect on myself.

(This is my October 22nd contribution to Poem A Day October.)

Challenged

Slipping, creeping, scurrying closer

Time ticks by, mood sinks grosser

Knowing hard times are ahead

Just serves to increase the dread

Of dealing with the tidal wave

New tasks make me a slave

Must learn to live detached

Personal and business mismatched

Stress from one bleeds to another

Days pile on until they smother

Knowing I like to be challenged

Time for delight to be avenged

(This is my October 21st contribution to Poem A Day October.)