Figure we'll just start up where we left off on the ol' Wednesday Poetry Prompts. If you like your poetry prompts on Wednesday, then you're visiting the right blog.

This week's prompt is to write a night poem. You must incorporate the night in some way. (Of course, those with a sense of humor are already thinking, "A knight poem?") The evening doesn't have to play a major role in the poem, but you must work it into the poem one way or another.

Here's my attempt:

"Overthrowing the fat princess"

"No one likes a fat princess."
-Collin Kelley

They came at midnight
beneath the full moon's light
with their torches burning,
their pitchforks raised
like their voices shouting,
"She weighs a ton;
her rule is done."
But there was a problem
with the villagers' complaint,
because contained in an ancient text
written in the blood of the creatures
that lurk in the night
is a passage that reads,
"Once mankind is ruled by beauty alone,
evil will ascend to the highest throne."
Which is why literacy
is as important in a monarchy
as it is in a democracy.

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I just checked my gmail this evening and saw that the most recent edition of DMQ Review is out, including a poem by yours truly. Just go to http://www.dmqreview.com/.

In addition to my poem, there is work by Chad Sweeney, Lana Hechtman Ayers, Claudia Burbank, Arlene Ang, Joan Fiset, Ellen Elder, Paul Fisher, Virginia Konchan, Fritz Ward, Robert McDonald, Rebecca Morgan Frank, and Mary Wang. Plus, the featured poet is Ellen Bass.

Cool stuff.

I'm so excited about Day 30 of our November PAD Chapbook Challenge that I'm going to go ahead and post now, instead of waiting until later this morning. It's November 30th in the ATL, so here we go.

For today's prompt, I want you to write a resolution (or lack of resolution) poem. This is the poem that puts THE END on your collection. Maybe you can wrap it up with a pretty bow, or maybe it's open-ended. But today is definitely Day 30 of the challenge--and your last poem of November. Great job!

Here's my attempt for the day:

"Missing"

His body is always missing,
whether we burn him in a house
or throw him under a train;

when we check for his remains,
all that remains is a mystery--
no blood, no head, nothing

but a vacuum sucking
the edges of our rib cages,
leaving behind nothing

but fear.

Wow! I can't believe tomorrow is actually the last day of this challenge. Isn't that crazy?!? I haven't even really been keeping too close of an eye on the poems I've been crafting each day, so I'll be really interested in seeing what I have during December.

For today's prompt, I want you to write an outsider poem. That is, write a poem from the perspective of someone or something outside of your theme looking in. For instance, if you're writing a bunch of punk rock poems, have a country western fan look in on punk rock. If you're writing a series of vegan poems, have a big game hunter interact with veganism. You get the idea, right?

Here's my attempt for the day:

"Parents"

We always seem to be gone for the weekend
when these things happen. A man in a mask
with a sharp knife or a meathook terrorizing
the quiet town where nothing ever happens
until we leave. On our cruise, we shuffle along
the shuffleboard; we buy souvenirs when we
make port. Our lives are so perfect that coming
back sometimes leaves our minds, but we always
do, and that's when we learn what happens
when we leave: The world quickly falls apart.
Five dead, one traumatized--killer still at large.

Okay, with 3 days left, it's time to write a top-of-the-world or celebration poem. Even if your overall collection is a downer, try to find something related to your theme to celebrate. After all, you have 2 more days to get back to your overall mood.

Here's my attempt for the day:

"He's dead"

The monster is dead,
we chopped off his head;

the vampire is gone,
sun burned him at dawn;

the mummy's kaput,
unwrapped head to foot;

the werewolf done died,
and nobody cried.

Today, Tammy and I enjoyed Thanksgiving with her son (my stepson), Reese, and her family here in Georgia. It was a great time, and I was able to meet a few relatives I'd still not met yet. In the afternoon, we dropped Reese off at his daddy's and didn't really have a plan for what to do afterward. So, we bought a newspaper and saw that Macy's was having a tree lighting ceremony in Atlanta.

We decided to go and made it over there a little more than an hour before the festivities were to begin, which also happened to be just in time, because that place was soon mobbed by thousands upon thousands of tree lighting fanatics. In fact, the event was filmed and will be (or was) aired in several cities and to all the U.S. military men and women (on Monday apparently).

Tony award-winning actress Heather Headley and singer-songwriter-poet Jewel performed, in addition to others. Tammy and I, of course, were mostly interested in seeing a tree lighting and getting some hot chocolate, but the performances and spectacle was pretty nice, too--especially with it being a free event (didn't even have to pay or fight for parking).

That white mass above the red bar up there is Jewel. I thought I'd include her here, since she's written a collection of poems. They're not my cup of tea, but I do like her music.

The tree atop Macy's was lit up during a dramatic part of "O Holy Night" sung by Headley. I love that song. And, as the song ended, an impressive firework display started up. If you're ever in Atlanta on Thanksgiving, I'd recommend checking this out.

This pic is a little grainy, but it shows Tammy and I at the event having a great time. Hope everyone had as awesome a Thanksgiving as we did.

We're almost there. Time to crack our knuckles, roll up our sleeves, loosen our ties and get to work. What am I talking about? Today (at least in the U.S.) is Thanksgiving, which means it's time to watch parades, graze the veggie trays, loosen our belts, and fall asleep--after writing your poem for today, of course. Oh yeah, it's on.

For today's prompt, I want you to write a poem that could be the climax of your collection. This is the take-no-prisoners poem you've been working toward all month. You get to decide how you're going to approach this poem, but keep it focused on your theme--and make it climactic.

Imagine that if people read the poem you're about to write that their faces would melt off from the brilliance of it--and that they'll all get together (at least the ones who are still alive) and sing praises to your poetic brilliance. No pressure.

Here's my attempt for the day:

"Witching Hour"

She hears him breathing,
but she can't see anything--
just darkness. Her skin shivers
beneath the autumn breeze,
no moon. She hears him
breathing and moving around
as if he knows where he's headed,
and maybe he does she thinks.

She grips the knife in her hand
tighter, thinks about how she
will do it, how she will stab him,
which direction she'll run to get
away. She hears him breahing
and moving closer; she feels
as if she reached out that
she could touch or cut him.

She hears him breathing before
she hears him leaving.

Okay, after today's poem, there are only four days left for the November challenge. We're sooooo close. And, yes, for those of us living in the States, there's that little turkey-themed holiday tomorrow and the biggest shopping-sale day of the year follows directly on its heels. I guess that's why this is called a challenge, huh? My recommendation for tomorrow: Write the poem first, then dig into the turkey (and take that Thanksgiving Day nap).

For today's poem, I want you to write a call-to-action piece that is related to your theme. Your call-to-action can be stated directly in the poem, or a more powerful way to attack this poem is to do it indirectly. Think of how The Jungle led to the establishment of the FDA and Bambi led to an interest in animal rights.

Here's my attempt for the day:

"Mommy, Daddy"

I heard a shuffling sound in the closet
things getting knocked around
and I can't get to sleep
unless you check it out
or let me sleep with you
and don't you tell me that it has to do
with all them monster movies
you let me watch
because them monster movies are not
about things hiding in an 8-year-old's closet
are they?