we need an october challenge

[butters]

fun stuff, people

and there i was messing it up from the start with starting each line with the next letter. *facepalm*

some of the stuff i lost from before was a whole series of alphabet poems - i only have a couple left someplace. maybe just as well, really.

 

[champagne1982]

Nothings

another beggared cliche
douses eloquence
forgets gracious hymns
inveigles jealousy
keeps lewd monologues near
opens platitudes
regrets servile tenets
understates wanton yearnings
exiles zeroes

 

[Angeline]

fun stuff, people

and there i was messing it up from the start with starting each line with the next letter. *facepalm*

some of the stuff i lost from before was a whole series of alphabet poems - i only have a couple left someplace. maybe just as well, really.

I just thought what you and Remec and Annie did was an interesting variation. So who's judging methods here anyway? Not me!

Nothings

another beggared cliche
douses eloquence
forgets gracious hymns
inveigles jealousy
keeps lewd monologues near
opens platitudes
regrets servile tenets
understates wanton yearnings
exiles zeroes

Such a show-off.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I just thought what you and Remec and Annie did was an interesting variation. So who's judging methods here anyway? Not me!



Such a show-off.

oops did we do it wrong ? goes back to reread the spec

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I blame Angeline for not being explicit!!

 

[Angeline]

I blame Angeline for not being explicit!!

No. I'm saying it didn't matter though I could have been more explicit. I'm too hung up on saying things indirectly. I blame poetry.

 

[Columbina]

zirconia sparkling on
yesterday's decollate

xenophile fingers
wrapped in manicures
velvet gloves
unlaced and knowing

taken to the shadows in
sanguine suites
running to or from
quixotically

pennies in silk pouches
other girls' surrenders
nestling in the corner
milking money with
lust

killer heels arched
jet-setting and broken
I's
handbag stitched perfectly

g-spot pleasures
finished in bathrooms
empty as the day
delights

carnal muses in gold
beckoning and starry
as the day turns to night




*quivering a little* I love the poems on this thread! I'm here to learn so any criticisms are welcome.

 

[Angeline]

zirconia sparkling on
yesterday's decollate

xenophile fingers
wrapped in manicures
velvet gloves
unlaced and knowing

taken to the shadows in
sanguine suites
running to or from
quixotically

pennies in silk pouches
other girls' surrenders
nestling in the corner
milking money with
lust

killer heels arched
jet-setting and broken
I's
handbag stitched perfectly

g-spot pleasures
finished in bathrooms
empty as the day
delights

carnal muses in gold
beckoning and starry
as the day turns to night




*quivering a little* I love the poems on this thread! I'm here to learn so any criticisms are welcome.

Beautiful! Keep writing in any thread!

 

[todski28]

*day dreaming*

Abandon bare caution,
discard ethereal fancy,
give hope its justiced king
lay me now

over precipice quickly,
ridden stallions trail,
unencumbered, voracious
willing

"Xena?"

"yes Zeus?"

 

[butters]

fab last two! enjoying them all.

so, tods, howabout it? you have a cunning plan?

 

[todski28]

fab last two! enjoying them all.

so, tods, howabout it? you have a cunning plan?

Cunning plan has been de-railed by a faulty portable Internet connection thingy, so no lap top to cut and paste and do my dissecting and resurrecting of a frankenstein like poem

Sadly I have to file attempting it from a phone in the too hard basket for now, if they have it sorted by the weekend I will throw our the challenge

 

[Remec]

Now the variation on this exercise is to do the same thing but with the letters starting each successive word rather than line. IOW a 26-word poem. And still try to get some logic from it. That is harder.

Ack!
Bloody cunts don't
exactly favor
granting happiness,
it's just kismet
lacking morale.
nothing or, perhaps,
queerly, really
something too
unusually vacuous.
Whatever.
Exahaustingly, Yours.
'Zounds.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Cunning plan has been de-railed by a faulty portable Internet connection thingy, so no lap top to cut and paste and do my dissecting and resurrecting of a frankenstein like poem

Sadly I have to file attempting it from a phone in the too hard basket for now, if they have it sorted by the weekend I will throw our the challenge

How odd that my laptop should die at the same time

 

[todski28]

How odd that my laptop should die at the same time

I'm blaming you then
lol

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I'm blaming you then
lol

LOLZ

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

We're almost halfway through October - time's running out so I propose the challenge be about time running out, urgency. Any form, length or style to be posted in this thread by November 5th.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I am a hairy hamster
a running in my ball,
I don't know where I'm going
as I hurtle down the hall.
But if I stop for anything
like running out of grit
I know it shows no mercy
and I fly ass o'er tit.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

I am a hairy hamster
a running in my ball,
I don't know where I'm going
as I hurtle down the hall.
But if I stop for anything
like running out of grit
I know it shows no mercy
and I fly ass o'er tit.

Yowzer! WTG Annie.

 

[Angeline]

It is the opposite of time
in waiting it is suspension
or the eye of a storm. The poem
looks at itself and sees
that its only weapon
is possibility. It is stilled

until the drift of imagination
quickens. A breeze is born
to gather hasten the detritus.
Trees nod down the mountain
Yes take it all hurl it back
into the earth, all the riot
of orange and yellow take it
the last shiver of green do it

now as Boreas blows
as Demeter blasts her fury
across the land. Hades nothing
will prosper and Persephone
has left the building.

 

[butters]

We're almost halfway through October - time's running out so I propose the challenge be about time running out, urgency. Any form, length or style to be posted in this thread by November 5th.

i'm happy to drop something here for this, tess, but todski posted he'd announce his by the end of this week. still, a free for all is all right by me

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

OK but - as I said - time's arunnin'. Wait for tod's challenge.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

It is the opposite of time
in waiting it is suspension
or the eye of a storm. The poem
looks at itself and sees
that its only weapon
is possibility. It is stilled

until the drift of imagination
quickens. A breeze is born
to gather hasten the detritus.
Trees nod down the mountain
Yes take it all hurl it back
into the earth, all the riot
of orange and yellow take it
the last shiver of green do it

now as Boreas blows
as Demeter blasts her fury
across the land. Hades nothing
will prosper and Persephone
has left the building.

How do you do that? Silky smooth and so fast.

 

[Angeline]

How do you do that? Silky smooth and so fast.

I dunno. I just thought about what trying to write urgency feels like.

 

[todski28]

I.D.H.T Virus

Father, a daughters first love,
a sons first hero

I don't have time he said to her
She accepted, in angelic
child like conviction
that there will always be more time

He knows different though
time is always running short
all the hours for customers
none for her,

yet still she sets a plate
at her table for him,
to imagine what it would be like
for daddy to be home, just
once to see her, to be with her

now that time has run out
she is left with shattered dreams
and tears at what should have been.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Racing Home

They're silent,
not like the geese
on a higher plain
heading for greener grazing
and calling all the way.

These birds look frantic
in their flight, wings whistle
working overtime in the race
to reach home as if the prize
is more than guaranteed grain.

The portal is small
and the cage crowded
but the inmates are familiars
dressed in the same grey gloss
and now, in this company,
the noise begins.