A new Same Title Challenge

[UnderYourSpell]

NJ Turn your damn PMs back on before I fly over there and clout you one !

 

[unpredictablebijou]

My single statement of self-defense will be in the Bistro where it belongs. Let's get this thread back on track, please.

bj

 

[the Snood]

... I cant explain the pain, I try, I just cant. Its suicide mixed with hope and that doesnt make sense, I know it. just remember something good, there has to be something good, somewhere ...

Weeellll... Tortured souls often make for good poets.

Snood

 

[the Snood]

I shuffle down the street
in order to keep from limping,
but it never works. Too much
clutter on the sidewalk ...

... Ain't my fault it had a hole, but
can't say anything but, "Here's
your check, How's she doing?"

Amazing; a perfectly crafted image.

 

[normal jean]

............

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Pleaseeeeeeeee Julie turn your Pm on

 

[normal jean]

.................

 

[sassynyc]

Erratica

“Fucked up is, as fucked up does”
is my mantra, the holy grail, you see.

Common folk, with common problems
are special, in their functional way

But where would I be, without
train wrecks in perpetuity?

Give me a spitfire, one drink away
from Andy Dick, high on Courtney Love

Spin that equation, with a night gone wrong
I can see the fallout, clear as day

Thunderbird swigged from a brown bag
A diaphragm nicked, by drunken claws

In nine months, and five years, or so
“Oops” will join her on the couch.

Summer homes and educations
don’t pay for themselves, you know.

 

[the Snood]

What the?!?

Originally Posted by unpredictablebijou:
> My single statement of self-defense will be in the Bistro where it belongs.
> Let's get this thread back on track, please.
>
> bj

in case you hadnt noticed. ALL mighty one, it was headed that way till you stuck your fucking 2 cents into it. See, its always gotta be you , you in everything ...

To me, this hardly seems cause for turning the place into the Somme, but maybe I'm just a moron.

Snood

 

[Anschul]

I'd sure like it here much better if we could all just take a couple of deep, cleansing breaths, pass around a doobie (remember them?), say a couple of Oooooohhhhhmmmmmmmmm's, and get back to poetry.

 

[clock1]

THIS is wonderful. Well, I think so, anyway. ::golfclap::

THAT sounds like pillow talk. Thank you.


(Bowing appreciativly)


Clock1

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Erratica

What sent me in for the talking cure
wasn't the fear about that one that just
disappeared, a ragged rubber ring
at the base of his cock, or the way
we both stared at it, and at each other.

It wasn't the fact
that he brought his best friend to me
at midnight, both of them pulling
from the bag, almost empty
saving the last swallows for me.

It was that when he'd stroke my hair
and tell me he wanted me, when he'd push
in hard, it was better than cutting, sweeter than pain,
more addictive than jesus
and I was afraid because I knew
that even being St. Sebastian
was better than being Jezebel.

 

[Angeline]

NJ my love, my Yahoo kicked me off and you must have logged out and you have your damn pm's off again! Don't forget what I said and good luck. I you always.

xxxooo,
S.

 

[Trixareforkids]

Erratica

It was raining men
and she was dancing naked
in the downpour

The psycho
had analyzed her,
nymphomaniac

The wino with his
sad sack of Mad Dog
coulda told him that

But she paid for his
services with services
of her own and they

Called it even
Stephen though he
used to be Stephanie

She didn't much care
when he had a fist
full of gold

And she was burning
through rubber
like a drag racer

 

[butters]

erra

*tic*

a
poet walked into
in too
in two
*tic**re
boot*
a baaa
looked sheepish
said
'scuse ewe
those strange eyes
wore
an inscrootable look
this was no ordinary baa
no pulling the wool
sunglasses inclooded
*tic*

 

[Trixareforkids]

LOL Butters! That was fun.

There was more to the challenge than the title though. I think this is the craziest one I've done so far. Took me a really long time (for me, lol) to put it together. I liked the results though.

 

[champagne1982]

from another thread ...
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new material...

While I'm not much for ezines and other such knight and dame behaviours, I think we've got the makings of a new Same Title Challenge.

Poem Title: Erratica

Length: no fewer than 6 and no more than 18 lines. Please don't call a single word a line.

Form: Whatever you feel your poem should be within length limitations.

Subject: Include a reference to at least one blonde, a psychoanalyst or therapist, an alcoholic beverage (preferably in a brown paper bag) and a failed prophylactic birth control device.

Submitted by date: Tuesday, January 17th.

Other requirements: Have fun, will ya? How often do we get to write poetry about a drunk blonde on a psychiatrist's couch regressing to her father's sperm in a broken condom?

What Trix said...

 

[butters]

LOL Butters! That was fun.

There was more to the challenge than the title though. I think this is the craziest one I've done so far. Took me a really long time (for me, lol) to put it together. I liked the results though.

What Trix said...

yeah, i saw the rules

can i plead:

1. the poet's the wino
2. the sheep's blonde (not a black sheep)
3. erra (error) as in this is a misconception of a poem, embracing rule breaking one-word lines
4. the psychoanalyst is the reader

?

 

[pensivepoet]

yeah, i saw the rules

can i plead:

1. the poet's the wino
2. the sheep's blonde (not a black sheep)
3. erra (error) as in this is a misconception of a poem, embracing rule breaking one-word lines
4. the psychoanalyst is the reader

?

*thinkin you'd make a damn fine lawyer*

 

[butters]

*thinkin you'd make a damn fine lawyer*

*wiggles eyebrows*