PAD Challenge - Days 17, 18, & 19

Welcome to week three of PAD Challenge!

I think I'm finally running out of poetic steam. My poems lately have been kind of blah, or at least they seem like it. Hopefully the following will not be. I am surprised that it took me 19 days, though, before I felt poetically tired. Last year it only took a week and a half!

Day 17 - Write a science poem.

Omniscience

Long day, achey legs,

floppy arms, too tired to move properly.

You and I

settle in to each other

for a movie with no other

interest

except

to rest.

I know this movie already.

I know that the bills

need to be paid,

clothes laundered and put away.

My room needs cleaning,

the pets need to be fed,

forms must be filled out,

and tomorrow we both have to

go back to work, which means

I know I have to make lunches

tonight before bed.

I know you'll dose off

content to have me by your side

like a sweet baby with no obligations

but to be itself.

I know the dishes need doing.

I know my bank account

is low and I need to

balance

my check book.

I know the phone bill

needs paying.

I know you need a back rub

from the day we had.

I know you are warm

and I know I'm safe

nestled in among your

arms.

I know your needs and mine,

I know we don't have much

time.

Being self-aware,

omniscient about my entire life

is annoying.

All I want to know

is that all I want to do

is stay in your arms

forever.

Day 18 - Write a poem with the title "To _____"

With apologies to Alfred Lord Tennyson and the author of that ancient poem we all know about but have probably never read. (Reading tips: "Geat" is pronounced "Yeat". Also, this reads a lot better after you've read The Charge of the Light Brigade.)

To the hall, to the hall!

Night is come, night is come

night is come early,

quick to the hall of Hroogar

all you hold dearly:

'Grendel, monstrosity!

Run for your life' they say:

Into the walls of Heorot

came the great warriors.

'Grendel, monstrosity!'

Was there a man dismay'd?

Yes, tho' the warriors knew

Some one was with them:

Theirs to support and watch,

While hardy Beowulf fought,

Theirs just to gawk in awe

In the meade hall of Hroogar

fought Grendel, outcast.

Stench in the midst of them,

Claws desp'rately clawing them,

Jaws gaping wide at them,

Inhumanly beast;

They stormed it with shout and yell,

Boldly they tried and well,

Flashing their swords and breath

Inside that great meade hall

strong Beowulf's Geats.

Without a weaponry,

carring for chivalry,

fighting him armlessly,

Charging a beasty while

All the town wonder'd:

De-armed the scaly fright

Right from its own great might;

Geatlings and Monster

Reel'd from host'le blight,

Shatter'd & sunder'd.

Beowulf, the hero with

out any blunder.

Bloody at right of them,

Bloody at left of them,

Still then behind them

Stomping and running;

Left, Grendel for the land,

Beowulf, the monster's hand

Crumbling like stoney sand

Mounted it to the wall.

Monsters forever banned,

Poor Grendel left the hall,

Left all of Heorot.

When can his folly learn?

In confidence he burned

from his great feat.

Dragon to fight at last!

Hubris he had amassed,

Died, Beowulf the Geat.

Day 19 - Write a poem with a person's name as the title.

C.S. Lewis

Pockets of imagination

Hiding in this tiny world;

You found them, and put your hand in,

Then you ripped them open.

Spilled their contents on the page,

lacing it with charm and wit

and well turned phrase.

Thanks to you my children will

never lack to know the value

of the imagination.