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[Liar]

Hey Tz, did ya ever reveal who wrote the Finkelstein poem?

 

[Tzara]

Who would require anonymity?

I think the statement was that this poem was one of a series (go look at the new poems) and they do not want to reveal themselves until they complete the series.

Or something like that. I deleted the PM and don't remember the exact words.

 

[Tzara]

Hey Tz, did ya ever reveal who wrote the Finkelstein poem?

Well, it looks like no one is going to guess that our Altmania #2 poem

Finkelstein Reaction

One halogen traded off
for another of the same

but you, your generic face,
I’m afraid I can’t exchange.​

by "Mimi Cries" is actually by clutching_calliope.

Maybe she should win a prize for fooling people. Congratulations, Calli!

 

[bogusbrig]

Well, it looks like no one is going to guess that our Altmania #2 poem

Finkelstein Reaction

One halogen traded off
for another of the same

but you, your generic face,
I’m afraid I can’t exchange.​

by "Mimi Cries" is actually by clutching_calliope.

Maybe she should win a prize for fooling people. Congratulations, Calli!

It's so obvious now you know who wrote it. This should ahve been easy to guess as her signiture is all over it. Just compare to her poems in the Gymasium thread.

However, I was fooled. Actually I missed it.

 

[Guest]

Not me

. I watch you shower
. until the steam
. fogs your reflection
. and all I remember
. is your eyes as we made love

......................Mari



This author has requested I not reveal their identity at this time. So if you guess correctly, I can't tell you.

Good luck anyway.

But I'll take a shot and say The Fool.

 

[Never]

Is treebomb Lauren?

 

[Tzara]

Is treebomb Lauren?

I have been told by Someone Who Should Know (a certain Russian-Polish-German-Jewish-American little skeleton ) that treebomb is eagleyez. I refuse to investigate further, because that is who I guessed and I like being right.

 

[eagleyez]

Surely Tzara, you dont compare my style or lack there of with the musings of this Treebombing madhatter.

 

[Angeline]

Surely Tzara, you dont compare my style or lack there of with the musings of this Treebombing madhatter.

Climb outta that sequoia you and cut the crap. The Florida game is starting.

 

[RhymeFairy]

. I watch you shower
. until the steam
. fogs your reflection
. and all I remember
. is your eyes as we made love

......................Mari



This author has requested I not reveal their identity at this time. So if you guess correctly, I can't tell you.

Good luck anyway.

Thinking this is our friend .... Tzara

a trickster in our midst eh ~

Just my thoughts

 

[clutching_calliope]

Is it Clutching Calliope? She's a hot and steamy poet but the lack of carnal sting is making me doubt myself.

Thanks b.b., but I'm hardly warm at all with the snow here today. And thank you for your helpful comments for the Proboscis piece as well.

I'm going to guess Mari is Decayed Angel because I have no clue. (as usual)

 

[bogusbrig]

Thanks b.b., but I'm hardly warm at all with the snow here today. And thank you for your helpful comments for the Proboscis piece as well.

If you do edit the poem I hope you post it again. It was reaching the parts other poems don't reach.

With your poetry I'm surprised you aren't stood in a pool of water as the snow melts about you.

 

[Tzara]

Altmania #4 by sad hoc

Ten weeks later

Johnnie boy treads bare footed,
ten toes squiggles wet sand for perfect skip stones
hidden just beneath the smooth grains.

He says it'll make her day to see
the flat surface sky ripple
as his messages bounce by
where she lays.

We all wait for the next chapter;

the growing up,
denoucing tooth fairies and Marvel comics
and swallowing the bitter pill
that she's not down there,
they drained the pond right away,
pulled muddy, pale limbs through the reed.

The stones skip well today,
four - five - six clear splashes,
before ending in a duck descent streak
and sinking,

to where she's not.

 

[Tzara]

Altmania #4 is now up (see previous post). Mari's poem is still open for guessing, as I can't tell you the author yet anyway.

Bonus round coming up later this evening. Some logistics to work out.

 

[champagne1982]

Ten weeks later

Johnnie boy treads bare footed,
ten toes squiggles wet sand for perfect skip stones
hidden just beneath the smooth grains.

He says it'll make her day to see
the flat surface sky ripple
as his messages bounce by
where she lays.

We all wait for the next chapter;

the growing up,
denoucing tooth fairies and Marvel comics
and swallowing the bitter pill
that she's not down there,
they drained the pond right away,
pulled muddy, pale limbs through the reed.

The stones skip well today,
four - five - six clear splashes,
before ending in a duck descent streak
and sinking,

to where she's not.

A lot of us write punchlines at the end, but I think I recognize a relatively new voice to the forum in this one. sweetjain would be my guess.

 

[clutching_calliope]

A stab in the dark, I'll guess Sad Hoc is our lovely Annaswirls.

 

[sweetjain]

A lot of us write punchlines at the end, but I think I recognize a relatively new voice to the forum in this one. sweetjain would be my guess.

Not me. But thanks, it's nice to be guessed.

 

[Decayed Angel]

Ten weeks later

Johnnie boy treads bare footed,
ten toes squiggles wet sand for perfect skip stones
hidden just beneath the smooth grains.

He says it'll make her day to see
the flat surface sky ripple
as his messages bounce by
where she lays.

We all wait for the next chapter;

the growing up,
denoucing tooth fairies and Marvel comics
and swallowing the bitter pill
that she's not down there,
they drained the pond right away,
pulled muddy, pale limbs through the reed.

The stones skip well today,
four - five - six clear splashes,
before ending in a duck descent streak
and sinking,

to where she's not.

There is a hint of a jazzy downbeat in some of the lines... a delightful break in rhythm in these lines:

ten toes squiggles wet sand for perfect skip stones

and especially

the flat surface sky ripple

Well if it's jazz the first poet I think of is Angeline.


jim : )

 

[Angeline]

There is a hint of a jazzy downbeat in some of the lines... a delightful break in rhythm in these lines:

and especially



Well if it's jazz the first poet I think of is Angeline.


jim : )

Nope, not me. I agree with Calliope--I hear Annaswirls in that poem.

 

[sweetjain]

. . . . .

 

[champagne1982]

A lot of us write punchlines at the end, but I think I recognize a relatively new voice to the forum in this one. sweetjain would be my guess.

Hmmm. If it's not jain I'll have to go with my next thought and guess, Tess v.2.0.

 

[eagleyez]

Hmmm. If it's not jain I'll have to go with my next thought and guess, Tess v.2.0.

I agree that there is a hint of sassy in this one, ala Tess.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Can we have an update on who is/was who ... ?

Did anyone guess right? Ugggg the suspense.
I know, this is a test in patience eh ~ Mark mine with an F
... I'm chomping at the bit here wanting to know the juicy details ...

 

[Tzara]

Can we have an update on who is/was who ... ?

Did anyone guess right? Ugggg the suspense.
I know, this is a test in patience eh ~ Mark mine with an F
... I'm chomping at the bit here wanting to know the juicy details ...

Oh, sorry. I've been distracted lately.

This poem, by sad hoc (brilliant name, BTW)

Ten weeks later

Johnnie boy treads bare footed,
ten toes squiggles wet sand for perfect skip stones
hidden just beneath the smooth grains.

He says it'll make her day to see
the flat surface sky ripple
as his messages bounce by
where she lays.

We all wait for the next chapter;

the growing up,
denoucing tooth fairies and Marvel comics
and swallowing the bitter pill
that she's not down there,
they drained the pond right away,
pulled muddy, pale limbs through the reed.

The stones skip well today,
four - five - six clear splashes,
before ending in a duck descent streak
and sinking,

to where she's not.​

is actually by Liar. Or MinorMonster, take your pick.

I'll post the next one later this evening, if I get a chance. Forgot the bonus round as well. Sheesh. Sorry I'm slow. My Tony AV is making me lightheaded. Too much Coke®, perhaps.

 

[Tzara]

Altmania #5 by Goodfella

The Departed

Boston blood is spilled
by New York’s finest
in a fiction thick as thieves

filled with complexities
of conscience and guilt
layered like fallen leaves

stripped and shed from trees,
whipped by season’s winds
and life’s cruel vagaries

the departed’s colors freeze
once green, turn yellow red gold
til brown is all we see