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OctPoWriMo Day 25

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The prompt is breaking the rules.

experimenting with anarchy
 
stretching the limits
breaking all the rules
transitioning into chaos
disdaining order
defying respectability
 
today I will not brush my teeth
I will exceed the speed limit
and not come to a complete stop at the stop sign
nor engage my parking brake
I will leave off the period at the end of my sentence
and not capitalize arizona
I will skip my vegetables
and eat dessert first
 
my rebellion has a time limit
disobedience makes me anxious
back to normal tomorrow

©ARHuelsenbeck

OctPoWriMo Day 23

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The prompt is gratitude.

face mask; Covid-19
In All Circumstances
 
Give thanks in all circumstances;
for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus (1 Thessalonians 5:18 NIV).
 
All right, God. Because You say so.
Thanks a lot for this scourge that has killed hundreds of thousands 
of people worldwide.
 
I can sincerely thank You for the people 
who call their elderly neighbors and say
“Is there anything you need?”
I thank You also for the doctors and nurses and orderlies
who work long hours caring for the sick.
For the grocery clerks who stock the shelves
and who gather customer’s orders.
For the people who conscientiously wash their hands
and wear their masks.
 
For the people who lost their jobs
and don’t know where their next meal will come from.
For the people who don’t know how they will pay their rent.
For the children who can’t go to school.
 
Thank You also for the people who died alone,
whose loved ones wanted to be there to comfort them,
but weren’t allowed.
You see my tears and You know I am devastated for them
and angry at You for letting this happen.
 
But I know there are also blessings that I can’t see.
So I thank You for Your invisible movement through this valley.
I thank You that out of pain and death
You can make life and beauty,
even if I can’t see it now.
 
It hurts.
But I trust You.
And I thank You.
Even though I don’t know why.

©ARHuelsenbeck

OctPoWriMo Day 15

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Today’s prompt is change of perspective. My poem is going to seem “out there” if you don’t read the suggested process.

colorful hair
My Hair’s Covid Dreams
 
My hair is tired of stay-at-home orders.
Tired of being held back by the ties of my face mask.
My hair wants to be blowing free at the beach
basking in the sun.
My hair wants to hang in my plate in a restaurant.
My hair wants to fling around as I dance in public.
 
My hair can’t remember the last time it was cut.
It seems such a waste to wash it and comb it.
Who sees it? Just a couple of people on Zoom.
 
My hair is tired of ponytail elastics.
It’s craving hair jewelry bling.
It’s demanding retail therapy—and not the online kind.
It wants to be dyed—not some inobtrusive color, 
but something sparkly and bold, 
something that will make people take notice.
 
My hair wants a selfie on social media.
My hair want to go viral, and not in a pandemic sort of way.

©ARHuelsenbeck

OctPoWriMo Day 7

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Today’s prompt is growing pains.

stretching
Growing Pains
 
When I was ten,
my mother took me to the doctor
because my legs hurt.
The doctor examined me
and said I had growing pains.
Nothing I could to do about them.
 
When I was sixty,
I complained about leg pain, especially after exercise,
and the chiropractor asked me to describe my stretching regimen.
Um, I don’t have a stretching regimen.
And the doctor prescribed one for me which greatly reduced my achiness.
I wondered if stretching would have helped me as a child 
to reduce my growing pains.
 
It occurred to me today
when I’m pushed out of my comfort zone
forced to accommodate changes happening with greater and greater rapidity
that rather than dig in and refuse to budge,
I could  s t r e t c h  up and over and out to lower my discomfort.

©ARHuelsenbeck

NaPoWriMo Day 30: Go Away

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This is the last day of National Poetry Month–and National Poetry-Writing Month. This is my 24th poem for this year’s challenge.

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Go Away
by ARHuelsenbeck

he’s back
like a bad penny
this time he was gone
for almost two years
he has the sour smell
of someone who’s been
drinking for days

I don’t let him in
go away

don’t be like that
I’m sorry
just let me crash here
I’ll leave in the morning

I close the door
and lock it

he pounds on it
Mary Ann Mary Ann
you’re my last hope

I call 9-1-1
there’s a bum on my doorstep
and he won’t go away

they can’t arrest him
if he hasn’t broken any laws
but I don’t want to wait for that
when the cop car pulls up
he runs away

he’ll be back
maybe tomorrow
maybe next year
he always comes back
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NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Seven: Noisy

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Noisy
by ARHuelsenbeck

applauding the brilliant performance
burping the ABCs
chortling like a baby
drumming your fingers on the table
ear-splitting screams of terror
foghorns warning of danger
giggling at the silliest faces
hiccupping despite holding your breathe
ick! get that away from me
joking with each other
krunching through the snow
laughing all the way ha ha ha
mumbling an apology
noise inescapable
ouch! that hurts
popping balloons
quarreling like an old married couple
rumbling like an empty stomach
shots fired in the night
tooting horns
ululating uvulas
volume turned all the way up
whistling in the graveyard
x-clamations of joy
yelling at your children
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NaPoWriMo: Day Twenty-Six: Meanwhile, somewhere in Arizona

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Meanwhile, somewhere in Arizona
by ARHuelsenbeck

seen from a red tile roof:
cactus and palm trees and wildflowers and weeds
discarded furniture and yard debris
rattlesnakes and scorpions
and a unicorn
t-shirt-, shorts-, and flip-flop-wearing walkers
strolling past the inverted pyramid
speaking in Spanish
protected from burning rays by baseball caps, zinc cream, and sunglasses
Trump’s anti-scientific musings have been dangerous
scary droplets
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NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-two: Riskfully Yours

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Riskfully Yours
by ARHuelsenbeck

I’m dancing on the edge of a cliff
skating on thin ice
poking the sleeping tiger
holding the lit firecracker
jaywalking on a busy street
counting my chickens before they’re hatched
cutting the 2 x 4 without measuring twice
walking the high wire
going canoeing without a paddle

do you admire my fearlessness
recognize my vulnerability
I’m taking a chance
sticking my neck out
offering you my heart
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NaPoWriMo Day 21: Translation Abdication

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Translation Abdication caveman-1460898_640
by ARHuelsenbeck

Her face is so small:
She is supernatural, tipsy,
chronological, scriptural.
On board animals electric,
aerial apes
impregnate campers irate.
Sterilize my metro;
I am kaput.

My old incisors desperate
to dismantle Louie.
It’s peculiar to care. Ignite tots,
yes, excrete a piece of cauldron.
Accompany your sputum with my sweet relief.

Mementos, your turnstyle civilization
pulses delicate, increase sippy
fun oceanful.

My mama and her valve tutor,
mammal feral
total menu and universal sperm.

I’m glad serpents are ramen,
my insipid arches are cartilage,
my door posts are vulnerable,
my inner buns ornithological and
chameleon.
Gentle admiral may send extras
in prey multi experiments.
Animal rationales
are parasites in prey multi-
prototypical abandonment,
pulse in “miscarry ain’t crème.”

(Pneuma may recognize an attack.
Derive your ramifications, instinctual
bye-bye, the impediment so real your ma’s
lace…)

I am the first protein; see my molecular
candy. I am the first virus, bacteria, and the
first algae and protozoa; ah poor me.
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Poet’s note: Today’s prompt is Find a poem in a language that you don’t know, and perform a “homophonic translation” on it: try to translate the poem simply based on how it sounds.

The inspiration for my poem is the beginning of the Romanian poet Magda Carneci’sPoemul Ecologic (3).

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty: Baby Blanket

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Baby Blanket
by ARHuelsenbeck

I’m going to crochet a blanket
for your baby
my coworker announced

oh thank you I said
not believing it
people have good intentions
but rarely follow through
and this coworker
was not really a friend

I resigned from the job
when the baby was born
a couple of months later
my former coworker called
I’d like to drop off the blanket
I made for your baby

it was yellow Tunisian stitch
with a picot edging
and an embroidered teddy bear
stitched with loving care
and frankly unexpected

she became my true friend that day
is it shallow of me that
I had no faith in her
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