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Prompted Poetry

Inspired by the Writer's Digest
Poem A Day Challenge each November
presented here from several years past

Thursday’s Child

© 2021 Ellyn Mayfair

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Thursday’s child is full of woe

no, that’s Wednesday,

so we’re told

Thursday’s child wakes

pissed as hell

Microsoft updates

sure ain’t swell

page displays and

formatting styles

have disappeared

causing no smiles

and all the rhymes

she had in her head

when sleeping, dreaming,

and up out of bed

evaporate in redesign ire

distracted from poeming,

stuck in the mire

for sure Thursday’s child

ain’t full of grace

with angry veins popping

all over her face

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Prompt: Write a Thursday poem

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To Your Health

© 2021 Ellyn Mayfair

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Slainte skol sante

I drink good health to ye

Prost salud saluti

I drink good health to me

Na zdrowie yamas cheers

I drink good health to we

 

Honor the gods with a drink

if such is a thing you think

Together your glasses clink

to scare away evil’s brink

of illness, ensure the pink

 

Drink to good health with coffee

Or water or broth or tea

Imbibe the touted kombucha

But sip if you must the booze, ja?

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Prompt: Write a health poem

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Toxic Specialness

© 2021 Ellyn Mayfair

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You’re special they said

we picked you out

from a smorgasbord

of abandoned babies

secreted away

then matched to order

made to fulfill fantasies

of unrelated relations

 

You’re special they said

changing your name

before your diapers

unwanted origins discarded

truth hidden

approved of when you fit in

their idea of who

you should be for them

punishing true specialness

right out of you

 

You’re special they said

so must conform to

rules and beliefs

of last century norms

no one will love you

like we do

be grateful

suppress your own needs

repress your instincts

ours is the only right way

 

You’re special they said

and it became a curse

of expectations

she couldn’t live up to

didn’t want to

they’d bought her and

thought that purchased

her heart and loyalty

but that would belong

to the one who would

open the toxic cage

of undeserved baggage

and set her free

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Prompt: Write a special poem

Never Futile

​©2025 Deah Curry

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Remember when truth mattered

Evidence of personal integrity

Silencing doubts, killing conspiracies

Illuminating herstory, flaws and all

Standing up for unadorned facts and

Too often unchallenged power

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Trust emanated from truth’s

Yardstick measuring constancy

Reliability, compassion, fairness

Abundant then, absent

Now as if erased from morality

Narcissism crushing a humanity

Yearning to reclaim her voice

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Prompt: Write a form poem - I chose an acrostic form in which the first letter of each line also conveys a message

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How Some See
Thanksgiving

© 2022 Deah Curry

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Gathering together

asking for blessings

celebrating myths

forgetting transgressions

 

Done by we the colonists

we the land usurpers

we the bringers of

diseases and greed

 

Turkey and yams

cranberries and pie

oblivious to historic carnage

a toast to the host

 

Football mocking

Native massacres

fantasizing parades

showing artistry over truth

 

What’s the hoopla all for,

if not to obscure the shroud

of buried ignorance

veiling an unapologetic past

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Prompt: What's It All For

How
Indeed

​© 2025 Deah Curry

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How fast how slow

history unfolds

depending where you stand

 

How fearful how brave

must be the spur

that nudges the people

to arise taking down

tyrants, oligarchs, exploiters

 

How left leaning

how right minded

are protesters

out of tolerance

for deniers of fairness

unity, respect

 

How alike

are our differences

how interesting

our variant similarities

how much

should it matter

aren’t we all a part of the whole

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Prompt: Write a How ____(blank) poem

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