May 2020 Poetry Challenge - Are You In?

Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DCPosts: 7,071
I thought of this today, which is why I'm late to the April-Poetry Month celebration. Who is up for a month of writing? Onward to May 2020 :)
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird

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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,330
    Ms Haiku,
    I’m in. This is a good idea. Something creative to do during this social distancing isolation!
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  • I keep checking on this thread...come on May...as for me haven't ever had the discipline but enjoy and miss the poetry you gals have shared over the years...hope you will post daily! =)
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DCPosts: 7,071
    1 May 2020

    I'll wait to hear my accomplishments 
    instead of expecting them at my funeral. 
    This life is stretched taffy, pliable,
    playful and suck-worthy delicious. 

    Wading in my thoughts are second 
    guesses without law as I am 
    a follower of no leader. Grounded, 
    my greatest payment is returning 
    from the poisoned water of heartbreak. 
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • vogonpoetbythelakevogonpoetbythelake Posts: 2,146
    This life is stretched taffy, pliable, playful
    and suck-worthy delicious.
    Love it!  Thanks for sharing!
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DCPosts: 7,071
    2 May 2020

    The long drawal of a car 
    breaks this Saturday afternoon.
    The cardinals exhale sunshine 
    as I remain indoors.

    There is conversation blight 
    as if we, the humans strapped down
    our tongues and cornered small-talk
    with loaded fear. We know why there is fear.
    It is 2020, a year steeping inflamed.
    I envy the afternoon train its call.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,330

    Ms Haiku, I'll put mine in this thread too.


    May 2nd

    Like lettuce leaves tossed

    today’s been a bit mixed

    coffee and music lessons betwixt

    Face Time, Skype and Teams

    cats on my feet or crossing the screens

    at least we can meet

    at least they can learn

    that’s a blessing these days

    out the window, the mowers are busy

    the men in the yards up and down the block

    their lawns have rarely looked this good!

    after lunch, I gather my courage 

    I don my mask to pick up supplies

    while at the store, I see 2 distinct groups

    the concerned people with covered faces

    and the killers 

    the risk-everyone-elsers

    is that too harsh?

    as of today, there are over 60,000 dead

    it’s too much for the dummy to wear a mask at the store?

    but I don’t want to hang onto the anger… 

    I came home with the groceries

    and took a nap with the cats


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  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DCPosts: 7,071
    3 May 2020

    Freedom is stilled speed, empty like ice,
    holding pain like another's unheard gasp.
    Curiosity is released. Someone else's shadow is lighted. 

    The longest fingers of trees cut through the earth, push up sidewalks 
    and touch the sun. We miss that when flying as we would unclasp the push up
    to morning and its fanning brilliance. 

    Maybe wings only choose yes and no, and we fly hugged
    in overcoats anchored by pocket watches. Bounded in
    our pain slowly clicks away.


    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,330
    May 3, 2020

    Working at the house
    I'm climbing that mountain of papers at the end of the semester
    grading, grading, grading...
    it means sitting by the screen in a chair!
    hardly moving, discomfort, tingling impatience, hours at a time
    as a child I was a fidgeter 
    picture the adult, squirming to stay put
    by afternoon, I need to get out and move
    rain or no rain,
    I'm going out!
    bright blue polka dot umbrella in hand
    I'm walking on our country road
    the friendly creeks and flowers jostle me, they wake me up
    mist on the hillside, grey drizzle
    now I feel calm
    legs moving, I feel at home

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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,330
    edited May 5
    May 4th

    Some thoughts about memory

    Anytime beyond this moment is a memory. That’s the truth of it.  We remember yesterday, we remember last week, we remember last month.  If we have a good memory, we can remember far back in time…

    Some days and times get caught in photos or on video, and they seem a bit more real because we can see them captured.  In our minds, we have some memories like tapes, but they are less reliable.  Vivid, joyous, painful, searing memories seem to last longer than mundane days.  This is just the way it is.

    Shared memories can last longer.  A spouse or an old friend can be an extra memory bank: “Do you remember when we went to…?”  “Who was that person we met that time?”  A spouse’s memory may be as inaccurate as your own, or it may be better.  People we’ve known a long time can support our memories and supplement them too.

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  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DCPosts: 7,071
    4 May 2020

    AJA sidestrokes over the grounded pile of books and weaves
    towards an open window. The wind picks up with the piano.
    The voices become the heels clicked three times,
    as the leaves shake. The song jumps up
    into drums and saxophone as the branches rock
    in quarter-circles. They push the wind across
    my table, but Steely Dan meets it at the frame.
    Both sides shush before the next rush
    of gossip and lullabies.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DCPosts: 7,071
    5 May 2020

    A maze of numbers structured like uniformed soldiers
    display a cultural truth. They can't be spies,
    yet, in theory regal as an absolute truth.
    Digits are tossed against possibilities
    and snuffed into the carpet bag
    of the Fool.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • rollingsrollings unknownPosts: 7,093
    justam said:
    May 4th

    Some thoughts about memory

    Anytime beyond this moment is a memory. That’s the truth of it.  We remember yesterday, we remember last week, we remember last month.  If we have a good memory, we can remember far back in time…


    I've enjoyed all the poems in this thread, but this one especially
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,330
    Ms. Haiku,   I like the poems you have posted so far! 

    May 5, 2020

    I think the animals enjoy the stay-at-home orders most
    at all hours, we are near
    the only thing they probably miss is the "goodbye" treat ritual
    the clowder has adapted to the change
    they've been strutting, tails held high
    or lounging belly up in ecstasy
    even racing up and down the stairs!
    they follow me from room to room 
    my four furry companions
     

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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,330
    rollings said:
    justam said:
    May 4th

    Some thoughts about memory

    Anytime beyond this moment is a memory. That’s the truth of it.  We remember yesterday, we remember last week, we remember last month.  If we have a good memory, we can remember far back in time…


    I've enjoyed all the poems in this thread, but this one especially
    Thanks rollings
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,330

    May 6th

    I turn off the orange man's press show
    as uncouth and unclean as a peep-show huckster
    he brags and lies and spreads disease
    revolting emissions fly out of his bullhorn throat
    "You could try bleach, maybe it'll work"
    "This will all just fade away...I have a good feeling about this..."
    the evil leader is all about hiding the truth, the vandalization of facts
    and the dominance of greed and corruption
    I can't watch it!
    he's not speaking to me
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  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DCPosts: 7,071
    6 May 2020

    Hope lasts many years even if I sit on it. It bounces in emerald
    like an exercise ball, and rolls away quick after a kick.

    Abandoned hope hurts my hands with paper welts and loud noises
    that shock like the black veil of a stroke.

    Hope blooms healed strobes in hallways before unbolted doors.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • rollingsrollings unknownPosts: 7,093
    Ms. Haiku said:
    6 May 2020

    Hope lasts many years even if I sit on it. It bounces in emerald
    like an exercise ball, and rolls away quick after a kick.

    Abandoned hope hurts my hands with paper welts and loud noises
    that shock like the black veil of a stroke.

    Hope blooms healed strobes in hallways before unbolted doors.
    You have gotten scary good at this 
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DCPosts: 7,071
    Thank you, rollings. :)

    7 May 2020

    Life is moments split between image-worthy and valueless. We remember the stories told in photo albums organized in the correct order. The picture of the first steps before the prom photos. 

    I have photo albums in a cardboard box routinely used by the recently laid-off. I remember the life, but I haven't seen the pictures in over 15 years; the Grand Canyon layers, the bushes of flowers in front of a Seattle library. The mirrors of my industry announcing I was there, or at least, places did exist.

    When I throw the photo albums away the air at the Grand Canyon will lighten, and the roses in Seattle will boomerang up with the removed weight of my temporary awareness. The time of my life no one need to know will be a possible truth, only, when I am acknowledged in past-tense.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • rollingsrollings unknownPosts: 7,093
    wow. seiously. and also 

    I have photo albums in a cardboard box routinely used by the recently laid-off. 

    LOL!

  • justamjustam Posts: 21,330
    May 7,

    There have been moments in my life when women surprise me by imitating something I’ve done. These instances have come up sometimes when I’m just living my life, trying to get by, unaware of them.

    One odd example was the piano student (years ago) who out of the blue decided to have a baby because I did.  Or, the friend who within weeks remodeled her kitchen and yard because I’d changed mine.  Then there was the time that a work colleague changed her hair to be like mine after I had radically chopped off my long hair.  None of these things were done with them in mind but I couldn’t help noticing that they were following me and this bewildered me...
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  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DCPosts: 7,071
    This is about baseball and COVID-19

    cardinal
    shakes without flying
    afternoon storm
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DCPosts: 7,071
    This month of poetry is harder than I thought. I had brain storms for poems the past couple days and the energy fizzled out. I'm still determined to keep at it. Oi!
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,330
    edited May 12
    Ms Haiku, I’m finding it hard too.  I have had days where writing would feel forced or artificial because of the dullness of being stuck at home. I have had days where the things on my mind are too dark for a poem.

    Perhaps I need to figure out how to write about dark topics?  I’ve been thinking about movies like Elysium and In Time and now this Snow Piercer ad I’ve been seeing.   All these movies portraying the dramatic gap between the poor and the rich.  I see them as a reflection of the direction our society is going and the rage that is boiling up from under the surface.  I don’t know how to write rage though...and I don’t like to project thoughts of a negative future for our country but the veil has been ripped off so much corruption since Trump has been in the Whitehouse.
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  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DCPosts: 7,071
    justam said:
    Ms Haiku, I’m finding it hard too.  I have had days where writing would feel forced or artificial because of the dullness of being stuck at home. I have had days where the things on my mind are too dark for a poem.

    Perhaps I need to figure out how to write about dark topics?  I’ve been thinking about movies like Elysium and In Time and now this Snow Piercer ad I’ve been seeing.   All these movies portraying the dramatic gap between the poor and the rich.  I see them as a reflection of the direction our society is going and the rage that is boiling up from under the surface.  I don’t know how to write rage though...and I don’t like to project thoughts of a negative future for our country but the veil has been ripped off so much corruption since Trump has been in the Whitehouse.
    There is a true story and the truth of a story.
    I think you can switch out true/truth for rage. It can fit and write it when you are ready. You got it. I can see it. Be the writer of rage your unique way.

    My brain is on work, as many processes have changed recently. I'm still trying. I'll get there.

    Whenever I use the word "Try" I think of Yoda :)
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DCPosts: 7,071
    edited May 13
    I wrote a poem when I was full of something negative. It may have been rage. I posted it on here in 2004 or 2005. Let me see if I can find it.

    Found it! There is no way I would have remembered this title. I posted it in January 2005. I was an advocate at a domestic violence treatment program. I couldn't talk to anyone about what I heard so I wrote poetry. This poem was completed in 1996.

    Natural Consequences

    My name is Chris and I am six. I learn
    my lesson with burning scars on my back.
    He reads the Bible and burns me because
    I forgot to hang my coat on the hook.

    A flick of the lighter and my arms flinch.
    My dad tells neighbors I'm medicated.

    My dad always said God is the Father.
    My dad always said I have to fear God.
    My dad always said he likes to scare me.
    I fear my Father so he must be God.

    If God smokes cigarettes then God likes Fire.
    Gasoline and His lighters do the trick.
    Now Father and I will burn together.
    Those sirens rejoicing our blessedness.


    Reading it again makes me anxious. I remember that the call that "inspired" the poem was horrifying and I couldn't shake it off for a while. I wrote the draft of this poem immediately after the call, and I read it at an open mic that evening. The MC looked at me as if I was crazy after I read it. That call kind-of shook me.
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    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,330
    edited May 14
    Wow!  Your "Natural Consequences" is dark.  I think the father you write about in the poem is scary.  That is something I have a lot of anger about too: people who harm children and animals.  Cruel people in general.  People like those monsters who recently killed a young man who was out jogging. 

    Good work Ms Haiku!
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,330
      (This is a light topic compared to the above.)
    May 14, 2020

    A useful dream
    I dreamt I was carrying a 50 lb backpack
    the other night
    in the dream, it felt like it was carried for my kids
    I couldn't put it down!
    walking miles of road,
    couldn't put it down
    climbing hills,
    couldn't put it down
    was there water for the family in there?
    was there food for the kids?
    why was I carrying it?
    I was getting exhausted, of course
    but I had to keep walking.
    (that was apparently my job in the dream)
    when I woke up,
    I realized it was all this weight
    carried under my skin
    I can't put it down.
    and it's been tiring me out for quite a while
    I'm going to think of that picture
    I need to think of that picture
    whenever I'm tempted to eat out of boredom
    or stay up too late for no good reason

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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,330
    May 28, 2020

    I know you, but I don't know you
    haven't we all heard someone say that upon occasion?
    (when we do something another doesn't expect)
    or, I don't know you, but I know you
    haven't we all felt that upon occasion?
    (when someone we haven't met does something we understand)
    so I'll say today:  
    I don't know you, but sometimes I know you
    sometimes I understand what I see
    sometimes I love you
    you, a stranger and not a stranger
    you, a stranger and a friend too
    me, a separate person
    but also an open heart embracing others 


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