Poetry Fun Corner

[Remec]

Remec your subject is 'labia'
Have I missed anyone?

Hey now...I'm still deciding on an approach to "English football' back here or whether to ask for something new.

(I guess 'labia' is my alternate, eh? *sigh* )

 

[butters]

Please forgive me if I leave this for a few days, my beloved Brother in law gave up his long fight and slipped away in his sleep at 6.30 this morning

 

[champagne1982]

It sorrows me to hear that a member of your family has passed Annie. Best thoughts are on their way to your heart. May you find comfort in remembering those moments of happiness that you all shared and solace in that though his journey has ended, at least he shared many of his footsteps on the path with you and Ron.

 

[Magnetron]

Sorry for your loss, Annie.

 

[Tsotha]

Please forgive me if I leave this for a few days, my beloved Brother in law gave up his long fight and slipped away in his sleep at 6.30 this morning

I'm sorry to hear about your brother in law, Annie. My condolences.

 

[Tsotha]

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Tsotha your subject is 'the apple that falls from the tree' .......... this could open up all sorts of Metaphors/Similes or literally an overripe apple

eyes closed
teeth cut into
a ripe apple

luscious red
sweet as only
in dreams

eyes open
down Andradas, old cobblestones,
too many feet, too many faces,
corpses swaying, stumbling,
avoid collisions, sweat exchange,
jump the sack of flesh on the ground,
close your nostrils to its spill,
come February part of the scenery,
bar outside the sounds, and ignore
the transgression, the white stripes
they mean nothing, step aside,
survive.

eyes closed
teeth sink, toxic spill
an apple overripe

blackened sick
foul tasting
full of worms

 

[HarryHill]

eyes closed
teeth cut into
a ripe apple

luscious red
sweet as only
in dreams

eyes open
down Andradas, old cobblestones,
too many feet, too many faces,
corpses swaying, stumbling,
avoid collisions, sweat exchange,
jump the sack of flesh on the ground,
close your nostrils to its spill,
come February part of the scenery,
bar outside the sounds, and ignore
the transgression, the white stripes
they mean nothing, step aside,
survive.

eyes closed
teeth sink, toxic spill
an apple overripe

blackened sick
foul tasting
full of worms

Apples are falling everywhere

 

[Tsotha]

1-2

Apples are falling everywhere

The orders were to write about apples, so we're writing about apples...

nature's boon
some apples have fallen,
now rotting on the ground.
some are hanging, close
to the trunk, waiting to be
picked. Some are spread — when
they fall, they'll go far. One
is far up top, as if on a tower,
growing older and older by
the minute. Such disappointment.
Overripe.

 

[HarryHill]

The orders were to write about apples, so we're writing about apples...

nature's boon
some apples have fallen,
now rotting on the ground.
some are hanging, close
to the trunk, waiting to be
picked. Some are spread — when
they fall, they'll go far. One
is far up top, as if on a tower,
growing older and older by
the minute. Such disappointment.
Overripe.

..
They say that an apple a day...
I cant remember the last time
so if it's not the pomme that deters
what's keeping him away?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

eyes closed
teeth cut into
a ripe apple

luscious red
sweet as only
in dreams

eyes open
down Andradas, old cobblestones,
too many feet, too many faces,
corpses swaying, stumbling,
avoid collisions, sweat exchange,
jump the sack of flesh on the ground,
close your nostrils to its spill,
come February part of the scenery,
bar outside the sounds, and ignore
the transgression, the white stripes
they mean nothing, step aside,
survive.

eyes closed
teeth sink, toxic spill
an apple overripe

blackened sick
foul tasting
full of worms

Excuse me if I skip past this I don't think it's what I need to read right now!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Thank you for all for your condolences ........... I'll be back soon

 

[Tsotha]

..
They say that an apple a day...
I cant remember the last time
so if it's not the pomme that deters
what's keeping him away?

Grit.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Five oranges, two plums and an apple.

In this harmonious place, this
Garden of Plenty, I come
to choose a gift. The herds
of gazelle part as I walk and
lions lounge in the shade. The
orange tree has five golden globes,
two perfect, purple plums are
on offer within my reach but
the apple tree, oh, the apple
at eye level is so flawless,
irresistible. But, as I reach
out to grasp, an asp unfurls,
hissing wishes, seductive
acceptance and I just had
to pluck it, bring it for you
and here it is. Sink your
teeth into the skin, let the
juice seduce you, my love,
and life will never be the same.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

OK Who needs a new subject and/or urging to finish an old one?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

In this harmonious place, this
Garden of Plenty, I come
to choose a gift. The herds
of gazelle part as I walk and
lions lounge in the shade. The
orange tree has five golden globes,
two perfect, purple plums are
on offer within my reach but
the apple tree, oh, the apple
at eye level is so flawless,
irresistible. But, as I reach
out to grasp, an asp unfurls,
hissing wishes, seductive
acceptance and I just had
to pluck it, bring it for you
and here it is. Sink your
teeth into the skin, let the
juice seduce you, my love,
and life will never be the same.

Well done Tess a very original take on an old story ......... impressive!

 

[butters]

i could use a new one, please

 

[champagne1982]

Champ your subject is 'The world is just a great big onion'<snippety>

This was difficult to wrap my head around. There wasn't any way I could find even a glimmer of erotic soooo instead; I have fixated on a sermonish ramble.

The Onion Continuum Theory

So many fragile shells to represent a face
shown to the universe or space
-travellers; be that one man, alien, or god.
So that is the first layer. Religion
or belief - whatever it is named is rigid,
brittle, and ever crumbling to dust
as the pressure of new information shreds
what once shielded faith from harsh truths.

Peel away faith and at last a glimmer
of pungent life escapes in all its fulsome
aroma and wetly gleaming brightness.
Peel and throw this idea to the air
and let faith lift it gently to rest over
teeming humanity; for that is the second
layer and though its presence is obnoxious,
it hides so much richness beneath its feet.

So now, stood in naked glory the fruit
of our world is exposed and ready to accept
the sharp blade of examination and question.
Sow the future in furrows cut with the edge
of plough on this third layer of fertile
earth and abundant potential. Let seedlings
of understanding seethe over a brand new
surface and soon blossom into growth.

Slice through the globe and seek singularity
at the magnetic core. See how every outer
slice expands from that infinity generator
at the centre; and even though hope keeps
us sane in the face of such largeness,
we know that with the curvature of time
and space even this point will vanish.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Well done Tess a very original take on an old story ......... impressive!

Thank you my love.........whither now?

 

[HarryHill]

I'm ready for another, how you holding up? by the way remember my challenge from the completion of my last? you'll need this too

 

[UnderYourSpell]

This was difficult to wrap my head around. There wasn't any way I could find even a glimmer of erotic soooo instead; I have fixated on a sermonish ramble.

The Onion Continuum Theory

So many fragile shells to represent a face
shown to the universe or space
-travellers; be that one man, alien, or god.
So that is the first layer. Religion
or belief - whatever it is named is rigid,
brittle, and ever crumbling to dust
as the pressure of new information shreds
what once shielded faith from harsh truths.

Peel away faith and at last a glimmer
of pungent life escapes in all its fulsome
aroma and wetly gleaming brightness.
Peel and throw this idea to the air
and let faith lift it gently to rest over
teeming humanity; for that is the second
layer and though its presence is obnoxious,
it hides so much richness beneath its feet.

So now, stood in naked glory the fruit
of our world is exposed and ready to accept
the sharp blade of examination and question.
Sow the future in furrows cut with the edge
of plough on this third layer of fertile
earth and abundant potential. Let seedlings
of understanding seethe over a brand new
surface and soon blossom into growth.

Slice through the globe and seek singularity
at the magnetic core. See how every outer
slice expands from that infinity generator
at the centre; and even though hope keeps
us sane in the face of such largeness,
we know that with the curvature of time
and space even this point will vanish.

Wow I don't call that a ramble, it kept me reading to the end. When poems get on the long side I tend to skip but not with this one.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I'm ready for another, how you holding up? by the way remember my challenge from the completion of my last? you'll need this too

Uhuh I've not forgotten! Doing ok I guess, oddly enough it's his widow that is holding together more than any of us.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I'm ready for another, how you holding up? by the way remember my challenge from the completion of my last? you'll need this too

Uhuh I've not forgotten! Doing ok I guess, oddly enough it's his widow that is holding together more than any of us.

Harry your new subject is including the line 'did I really just see that!'
Butters your new subject is 'bubblewrap or packaging'
Tess your new subject is 'Sunday mornings'

 

[HarryHill]

Wow I don't call that a ramble, it kept me reading to the end. When poems get on the long side I tend to skip but not with this one.

Was a nice one a poemsy essay

 

[champagne1982]

Wow I don't call that a ramble, it kept me reading to the end. When poems get on the long side I tend to skip but not with this one.

Was a nice one a poemsy essay

That was a fear of mine, Annie. That no one would read through. Thank you for the lovely compliment. Thanks to you too Mr. Hill. Poemsy essay that proves a "nice one" makes me satisfied that I did indeed make sense.

I need an edit though. The last stanza is a line short. But what to add so that it still packs the punch at the end? >>> goes off to ponder...


eta:... I'll have another please

 

[UnderYourSpell]

That was a fear of mine, Annie. That no one would read through. Thank you for the lovely compliment. Thanks to you too Mr. Hill. Poemsy essay that proves a "nice one" makes me satisfied that I did indeed make sense.

I need an edit though. The last stanza is a line short. But what to add so that it still packs the punch at the end? >>> goes off to ponder...


eta:... I'll have another please

Perhaps slip in another line after 'largeness' because the last two lines certainly shouldn't be interfered with IMO.
Your new subject is including the line 'feet are so much more'