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


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

Drawing by Valery Vasilyeu on Vecteezy
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

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
