Would you?

[CharleyH]

Sorry I deserted you again, I'm not so well these days. Now let me see what I can bamboozle you with
Hmmmm form eh Charley? these will send you all scurrying off to read up your forms

Charley an autobiographical Cento

.
I tell you what you write them and for setting you all those forms I'll match you form for form!

A cento, I can do. I've never attempted one before, but I think I can do a good one along this line.

I also think I promised mine by the end of this week, but I'll need to extend it to at least next weekend since I'll be getting back to my regularly scheduled program tomorrow. And, by the way? I'll hold you to that, UYS!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

A cento, I can do. I've never attempted one before, but I think I can do a good one along this line.

I also think I promised mine by the end of this week, but I'll need to extend it to at least next weekend since I'll be getting back to my regularly scheduled program tomorrow. And, by the way? I'll hold you to that, UYS!

I think I must have posted that during a period of delirium caused by the 19 pills I now take a day!!

 

[CharleyH]

I think I must have posted that during a period of delirium caused by the 19 pills I now take a day!!

I'm still holding you to your promise, whenever you can write. I'm all over this tonight, though. Changing my pic to reflect a bit of whose work I'm currently considering.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

bumpity bump

 

[WillOtheWisp]

Willo a Tritina (your choice of subject as I'm not sure how you are with forms)

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Wood You

Mother's dearest, you have come early to prey.
Oh, how you sauntered smiling into the wood
where lived a beast in every tale told you.

Your torn dress I'll leave by the tallest yew
with that little blood so that mother will pray
harder still when you saunter smiling from the wood

for breakfast, with gripping new tales that would
ill-fit the forests of yesterday. And you
will smile with teeth now as to mother say "Pray

you not for me. I'm preyed already. And tonight I would beast."
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Thank you UnderYourSpell. Hope this suffices. I took some homophone liberties.

May I have another?

 

[Angeline]

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Wood You

Mother's dearest, you have come early to prey.
Oh, how you sauntered smiling into the wood
where lived a beast in every tale told you.

Your torn dress I'll leave by the tallest yew
with that little blood so that mother will pray
harder still when you saunter smiling from the wood

for breakfast, with gripping new tales that would
ill-fit the forests of yesterday. And you
will smile with teeth now as to mother say "Pray

you not for me. I'm preyed already. And tonight I would beast."
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Thank you UnderYourSpell. Hope this suffices. I took some homophone liberties.

May I have another?

Really enjoyed this and the homophone word plays are great. Nice to read you again.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

bumpety bump

 

[champagne1982]

<snip>
Champ a Triolet about food.<snip>
I tell you what you write them and for setting you all those forms I'll match you form for form!

I shall try to find a key line to build a triolet on... lol get ready UYS

 

[DanielBoone]

Subject

Sure i'll try if this offer is still open.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

For whoever wants to re-open this thread your task is to write a Villanelle from the view point of your knife and fork!

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

For whoever wants to re-open this thread your task is to write a Villanelle from the view point of your knife and fork!

You're on.......let's eat!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

You're on.......let's eat!

Oh goodness a taker! I shall have to swat up on my forms!

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Knife and Fork......

....or Rivalry in the Cutlery Canteen

We work in partnership ‘tho seldom meet
but neither can we do our jobs alone,
a hand to hold us makes our team complete.


We know we must be edgy and elite,
our handles often ivory or bone.
We work in partnership but seldom meet


Not needed to eat soup or cream of wheat,
we keep our council, lying distant, prone.
No hand to hold us, team is incomplete.


“Knife cuts me” whines fork “and finds me effete.”
“little does knife know but we’re all a clone,
we work in partnership and seldom meet”


The cutlery wars rage on, no defeat.
Our canteen is shattered, its cover blown,
a hand to hold us makes our team complete.


Victory’s easy but so bittersweet,
beating my drawer-mate, my sharp chaperone.
We work in partnership but seldom meet
a hand to hold us makes our team complete.

 

[Angeline]

Brava, PoeTess!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

....or Rivalry in the Cutlery Canteen

We work in partnership ‘tho seldom meet
but neither can we do our jobs alone,
a hand to hold us makes our team complete.


We know we must be edgy and elite,
our handles often ivory or bone.
We work in partnership but seldom meet


Not needed to eat soup or cream of wheat,
we keep our council, lying distant, prone.
No hand to hold us, team is incomplete.


“Knife cuts me” whines fork “and finds me effete.”
“little does knife know but we’re all a clone,
we work in partnership and seldom meet”


The cutlery wars rage on, no defeat.
Our canteen is shattered, its cover blown,
a hand to hold us makes our team complete.


Victory’s easy but so bittersweet,
beating my drawer-mate, my sharp chaperone.
We work in partnership but seldom meet
a hand to hold us makes our team complete.

Applause

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Brava, PoeTess!

Applause

Thank you, ladies.

 

[HarryHill]

nice one, the metaphor carried well in the form :goldstar: :waves:

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

nice one, the metaphor carried well in the form :goldstar: :waves:

:waves back: thanks HH.

 

[todski28]

Bumped for nostalgia and to read later

 

[champagne1982]

...<snip> these will send you all scurrying off to read up your forms
...<snip>
Champ a Triolet about food.
...<snip>

Ahhh Annie

Today I thought of you
and your fondness for truffled sweets
And dipping fruit in Swiss fondu
Today I thought of you
And when I saw this triolet request I knew
I could not from this challenge retreat
because today I thought of you
and your fondness for truffled sweets

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Oops Wrong thread.

 

[champagne1982]

Oh, jeez, I ache

Shut up! You always ache
You ache in the morning when we wake up
in the afternoon, once the T3s wear off
and again, at bedtime. No wonder
our sleep is non-existent.

We-ell, listen to Missus Frontal-Fuckin' Lobotomy!
Like you've never ached, all tight up there,
secure in our cranium, perchin' high up
on me. No wonder I'm stiff all the time...

For heaven's sake, all of yas just shut
up. You haven't given me a quiet moment
to myself so I can fix us ALL up with an orgasm...
That's right, I am the supplier
of endless endorphins...

'Scuse meee! What in hell are you on about?
You supply endorphins? You! Fuck you-

Yes please!

Good grief, don't interrupt my pituitary
you loose labia'd pussy!

OINK! Oink...

<gasp>for fuck's sake, <pant> I'm racin' here
plus you've upset the pig valve... Crap
I'm poundin'. My pulse is all fluttery...

Settle down, Heart. I'm just a bit upset
and it's all indigestion. If Miss Clitty
would stop hidin' there in that hood
I'm sure our fingers could get busy
and calm us all down with a little
masturbation... or we could have a cookie...

mmm... Lemme lick my lips, jus' a sec...
I love the taste of cookies...

Y'know, ladies, from where I'm sittin'
things would have been a lot better
off if Brain, in her endless pursuit
of adrenaline, had kept us in our bed
that morning when Knee got twisted
all to hell on the ski hill. I know
I'm just an ass, but I speak
from Heart here. Don't let Stomach
dull our emotions by tying Tongue
in knots for empty calories and maybe
if Fingers would just massage Neck
a minute... Well, you see where
I'm goin' here? No? I'll tell ya...

Oh! Here we go... We twins
are gonna get nibbled and pinched,
aren't we? You're gonna ask
us to jiggle provocatively...

That's right Titty, we'll just dance
our way into a little roll around
with the hubby and get laid.

Ok, but first a nap...

Don't you dare close! Eyes!

*makes a sort of strangulated noise*


*applause!!!*

Eyes!

Shit... zzzz

I stumbled across Ishmael Reed's poem Skin Deep on poets.org and couldn't help but wonder, if in some impossibly wry parallel universe, Mister Reed was inspired by this little piece of fooferall. lol! (I did send a message to him via his literary agent's contact form and asked). Now, just to wait it out.