Day 3 and 4 of April PAD challenge


I thought of combining the two days as The poem for the third day was not much of a poem really.
The prompt was problem and I really had problem with it.

so here it goes


DAY 3

(Take the phrase “The problem with (blank)” and replace the “(blank)” with a word or phrase. Make this the title of your poem and then write a poem to fit with or juxtapose against that title. For instance, you could have poems with the titles of “The problem with government,” “The problem with advanced mathematics,” or “The problem with bipolar penguins.” You know the drill: have fun, be creative.)

APRIL PAD CHALLENGE: DAY 3

The problem with Teens Today

The reporter asked

“So what do you think
is the problem with the Teens today?”

Thinking about my boys I said

“Every thing they do and Everything they say”.

TIKULI

Day 4

April PAD Challenge : Day4

“For today’s prompt, I want you to pick an animal; make that animal the title of your poem; then, write a poem. You could be very general with your animal title (“Bees” or “Lion”) or specific (“Flipper” or “Lassie”). You could even be very silly with something like “Tony, the Tiger,” I guess (that tiger on the cereal box).”

The Flight of an Eagle

I watch her with awe
the solitary splendor
the queen of the universe
in shimmering liquid gold

Like an elegant dancer she
glides across the
marbled floors
of the morning sky.

Swaying with the wild wind
touching the sun split clouds
a symbol of courage and fierce pride
she circles to the end of the earth
and the misty waters.

She soars above
the high mountains
vast oceans,
meandering valleys
and serpentine rivers.
feeling the warmth of the sun and
hearing the rustling of the wind.

All beaks, eyes and claws
her wings stretched wide
she sweeps to the earth below
then soars again, high and low.

A majestic bird of wisdom
strength and pride
romancing its senses
through the heights and depths
of the boundless realms of the universe.

She carries with it
a piece of my heart,
a song of my dreams,
some joy unbound.

She lifts my soul higher than
the words can carry
I feel the wind on my face
exhilaration fills my flight
for a moment
I feel the thrill
of freedom in its purest form.

My mind seeks new horizons,
new dimensions
ascending with grace and dignity
with renewed courage

No bonds chain my soul
or extinguish the flames
of passion in my heart
No one crushes my dreams
No one subdues my song

I fly free on the wings
of the Golden Eagle.

TIKULI