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Odetta
05-15-2007, 06:38 PM
OK, I'm going to get this party started. Here is Letti's explanation of the game...

"Someone who wasn't in the same gave us 3 words. Always 3. And we could write a poem about everything but those 3 words had to be in it.
For example:
- wing
- tear
- petal
It was amazing to see what people could create around the same words. Sometimes they were very similar to each other but sometimes they were very different... one of us wrote about life and the other wrote about death..
See?"


So, what we'll do is I'll post 3 words, let people create a poem with those 3 words... when it seems to have been exhausted, we'll pick 3 more words...
READY???


blue
blood
wings



and... go!:dance:

OchrisO
05-15-2007, 09:00 PM
I wrote this over the course of an hour. I decided to try to go with a Sonnet without the typical sonnet theme. It is in the 4/4/4/2 scheme of a Shakespearean sonnet, with abab, cdcd, ee rhyme scheme, but it is not as light hearted as most in that form. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. This is actually the first time that I have tried to fit something into a rhyme and stanza scheme.

Blue eyes piercing my heart and soul with ease;
You know me and play me like a fiddle;
I will be there, so you do what you please,
While I wait here and my thumbs do twiddle.
Wings of ambition carry you away,
Across the hills and further from my heart;
What you look for I could never quite say;
If only I could have a fresh new start
My heart has no blood to bleed anymore;
Now it bleeds only sorrow for such loss;
Bind the wound and set me free, I implore,
From this crucifixion on love's bleak cross.
Perhaps I could be happy once more here,
If I could hold you just once more, my dear.

Letti
05-15-2007, 09:21 PM
How beautiful words. I will give it a try. :blush:

Letti
05-15-2007, 09:22 PM
I wrote this over the course of an hour. I decided to try to go with a Sonnet without the typical sonnet theme. It is in the 4/4/4/2 scheme of a Shakespearean sonnet, with abab, cdcd, ee rhyme scheme, but it is not as light hearted as most in that form. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. This is actuallyy the first time that i tried to fit something into a rhyme and stanza scheme.

Blue eyes piercing my heart and soul with ease;
You know me and play me like a fiddle;
I will be there, so you do what you please,
While I wait here and my thumbs do twiddle.
Wings of ambition carry you away,
Across the hills and further from my heart;
What you look for I could never quite say;
If only I could have a fresh new start
My heart has no blood to bleed anymore;
Now it bleeds only sorrow at such loss;
Bind the wound and set me free, I implore,
From this crucifixion on love's bleak cross.
Perhaps I could be happy once more here,
If only I could hold you once my dear.

Wow. :rose:

Odetta
05-16-2007, 06:14 AM
very nice!

Matt
05-16-2007, 06:15 AM
Okay, that was great.

Does Chris give us the next three words or should we keep going with those?

Brice
05-16-2007, 06:27 AM
I think the plan was to let people use the same three words till it seems they were exhausted and then new words would be picked.

Matt
05-16-2007, 06:30 AM
Ah, that is actually a really cool way to do it.

I am going to have to put my poetry hat on. :lol:

Brice
05-16-2007, 06:35 AM
I lost my poetry hat. :(

Letti
05-16-2007, 07:37 AM
I lost my poetry hat. :(

I have found it.
Here it is, dear. :huglove:

Brice
05-16-2007, 08:10 AM
I lost my poetry hat. :(

I have found it.
Here it is, dear. :huglove:


:huglove:

Letti
05-16-2007, 09:09 AM
I lost my poetry hat. :(

I have found it.
Here it is, dear. :huglove:


:huglove:

It looks good on you. :rose:

Odetta
05-16-2007, 12:44 PM
OK, enough kissy-kissy and start writing! ;)
blue
wings
blood

Letti
05-16-2007, 12:47 PM
:D
Odetta is right..

Matt
05-16-2007, 01:13 PM
I dream in blue--every shade you can think of but...
just blue
In the landscape of my mind, spinning above the clouds
just blue
If I had wings I could fly away to find something new
other than blue
The quest for freedom sings in my blood
but its all just blue

**this was off the top of my head and I don't even know if it could be considered poetry. :lol:

Odetta
05-16-2007, 05:48 PM
poetry it is, sir!

The_Nameless
05-16-2007, 07:13 PM
I wish for many a thing - but I wish more for wings.
For these wings I would give away my posessions - my house, my car, my things.

I pine for many a place - but they all lead me back to the blue.
"The sky!," I hear the voice inside me cry. "The sky!"

With these wings I would fulfill these fantasies of limitless blue.
With these wings I'd quell these demands coursing thru my blood.
With these wings I would capture my blue.

Kinda lame, but what can you do.

Jean
05-16-2007, 11:03 PM
They come from the North, and their eyes are blue
Hush, little baby, don’t cry
If they don’t hear us, they will not take you
This time they might pass you by

The blood in their veins is cold as their snow
Hush, little baby, don’t cry
They’ll bury their dead and away they will go
They cannot live under our sky.

The hawks on their shoulders are spreading their wings
Hush, little baby, don’t cry
In silence they march, both soldiers and kings,
All those who tomorrow will die.

Matt
05-17-2007, 05:55 AM
These are really good you guys, I love coming in and reading peoples use of the three words.

Great game. :couple:

John Blaze
05-17-2007, 12:35 PM
ok, i'm just going to freestyle this as I just finished reading you guys additions.

Blue blood pours from veins
almost desiccated from passion
bound to you without chains
you, my own assassin

on wings of scarlet you have rose
and carried me aloft
my lips of scarlet you have dosed
with countless kisses; soft

and yet this blue which pours from me
this station of my birth
i've bled away, if I could be
deserving of your worth

so promise your soul to me, my dear
and I'll be your sun; you'll be my cheer.


ok, i tried to follow the Shakespearean form, and ababa cdcd efef gg scheme that was used previously. Nameless and Jean so far are really kicking ass.

Letti
05-17-2007, 01:11 PM
:rose: This thread has become my favourite. :rose:
And I am totally speechless...

John Blaze
05-17-2007, 01:30 PM
you're right, Letti that was horrible. I should have put some thought into it.

Letti
05-17-2007, 01:32 PM
you're right, Letti that was horrible. I should have put some thought into it.

Who the blue hell told you it's horrible???

John Blaze
05-17-2007, 01:48 PM
you did, but that's ok.

i have rewritten it, here it is.

Blue blood pours from veins
almost desiccated from passion
bound to you without chains
you, my soul's assassin

on wings of scarlet you have rose
and carried me aloft
my lips of scarlet you have dosed
with downlips, so soft

and yet this blue which pours from me
this station of my birth
I've bled away, if I could be
deserving of your worth

so promise your soul to me, my love
and then take us both above



not sure i like this ending better. let me try again



Blue blood pours from veins
almost desiccated from passion
bound to you without chains
you, my heart's assassin

on wings of scarlet you have rose
and carried me aloft
my lips of scarlet you have dosed
with down lips, so soft

and yet this blue which pours from me
this station of my birth
I've bled away, if I could be
deserving of your worth

I've given my heart to you, my dear
and promised you this, I pray sincere.




That might be best. WHat do you think, Letti?

Letti
05-17-2007, 01:55 PM
To tell you the truth John I love them all.

John Blaze
05-17-2007, 01:58 PM
as a mod, can you delete the first two posts of mine, Letti?

and thanks.

Letti
05-17-2007, 02:09 PM
as a mod, can you delete the first two posts of mine, Letti?

and thanks.

I would do it with pleasure but sadly I am not a mod here. I am a Mod but just in Mid-World.
But Jean can do it anytime.

John Blaze
05-17-2007, 02:42 PM
ok, i'll ask him to.

OchrisO
05-17-2007, 04:26 PM
Good stuff all around. See, this is why I am always wary of posting my stuff. It's like tossing a little grain among poetic giants.

John Blaze
05-17-2007, 09:00 PM
we're all rookies here, chris, just toss your grain amongst us chickens :P

Letti
05-18-2007, 12:50 AM
Is this thread sticky? Woooow. Amazing. :D
I wish I could play as well. *sigh*

OchrisO
05-18-2007, 01:01 AM
Why can't you? She used your explanation, but picked different words. Play away.

Letti
05-18-2007, 01:05 AM
I used to play it a lot as I have said but just in Hungarian. I loved it sooo much.
I love and respect rhymes too much.. I can't write without them. And shame on me my English is poor for it. That's the truth.
But it's great to read your works so keep on writing. :D

Jean
05-18-2007, 01:10 AM
Nikolett, if I can play it, so can you.

Letti
05-18-2007, 01:12 AM
Nikolett, if I can play it, so can you.

:rolleyes: Jean, I wouldn't like to argue about it because this thread is about poems and not arguments but believe me - I cannot. Your English is amazingly rich and prefect.
*hugs*
But I will be in this thread a lot.

Odetta
05-18-2007, 12:48 PM
OK, are we ready for new words?


tree
spasm
rhetoric

The_Nameless
05-19-2007, 06:18 PM
You spout your boorish rhetoric
cutting through skin and bone, to pierce the very heart of the problem.

A lack of passion guides these words
penetrating my hide with a spasm of incomprehension.

It seems the foundation of our tree has been torn asunder
sending the leaves afloat - endlessly falling, helpless to their fate.

Destructive words pour forth from your lips
leaving no doubt of your intentions, however cruel they may be.

I try to say something - anything to make you change course, forgive these atrocious actions I have commited.
I try to say anything meaningful, but my words come out jumbled and blurry in their purpose.

Next you turn, walking out. Heel, toe, heel - a rhythmic goodbye to leave me in befuddlement.

John Blaze
05-19-2007, 11:22 PM
the sound of your empty rhetoric
makes my mind spasm,
your stupidity on display
with your mindless elocquence
makes a vacuous void of your vapid verbiage
the dim droning words issuing from your dunce mouth
dialing in the pain to my brain

shut up, you fat lazy cow!

the senseless vomit from your mouth
burns the very roots of my tree of sanity
one more barrage of your boring boorish brand of dementia
might release a million pent up frustrations,
freeing myriads of murderous thoughts into the mainstream
of my mentality.

i might just kill your dumb ass. and no i didn't capitalize my eyes.


:whooooooooew:

Odetta
05-20-2007, 01:12 PM
:lol:

Now THAT'S a "Dear John" letter for the record books!

John Blaze
05-20-2007, 01:14 PM
lol, a wee bit angry, i guess.

but it wasn't directed at my wife.

just venting.

Odetta
05-21-2007, 10:09 AM
I wish I was single so I could use it!

John Blaze
05-21-2007, 12:02 PM
haha, i don't think it's that great. Just felt like playing with alliteration.

LadyGan
05-22-2007, 02:49 AM
Do ye ken the tale of Ol' Henry Lee?
Who died under this here apple tree?
Who's wife had her a spasm,
And fell into that dad-burn chasm
From their dang rhetoric, we'll all be freed.

Jean
05-22-2007, 03:07 AM
thank you LadyGan, you've just made my day

I'm partial to limericks, but even if I wasn't, it's hilarious.

OchrisO
05-22-2007, 03:11 AM
I haven't had time to write anything else for this, but I have been keeping up with the thread, and enjoying it immensely. :)

The_Nameless
05-22-2007, 12:55 PM
I really enjoyed the direction you went with this, LadyGan.

Actually, this has become my favourite thread. It is so interesting to see the different directions people can take three simple words.

Odetta
05-22-2007, 01:04 PM
I'm liking this as well!

John Blaze
05-22-2007, 09:11 PM
I really enjoyed the direction you went with this, LadyGan.

Actually, this has become my favourite thread. It is so interesting to see the different directions people can take three simple words.

me 3!

OchrisO
05-22-2007, 10:24 PM
I composed this one while drunk. I may regret posting it in the morning. :)

Rhetoric and some stuff, blah blah blah blah.
I hear nothing because your beautiful
Eyes consume me like deafening holy fire
I really wish I could listen, I do.

I spasm and convulse under your harsh
Scrutiny and desire for something
That will make you forget the past and live
For the future, with you and me as one


Reaching for love like trees towards the sunlight
I grasp at whatever will sustain me
In the end, I am not sure what will be
Or if the tree of you and me will live

The_Nameless
05-22-2007, 10:27 PM
You might regret it in the morning, but I enjoyed it.

I particularly like the first line: "Rhetoric and some stuff, blah blah blah"
It's good to see humor involved.

Odetta
05-23-2007, 06:36 AM
I composed this one while drunk. I may regret posting it in the morning. :)

Rhetoric and some stuff, blah blah blah blah.


:lol: LOVE IT!

John Blaze
05-23-2007, 08:27 AM
nice Chris!

i like the whole, I wish I could listen line too

OchrisO
05-24-2007, 12:58 AM
Thanks folks. After seeing it sober, I am not as disappointed as I expected. Actually, I kind of like it. Perhaps I should write while drunk more often.

John Blaze
05-24-2007, 12:00 PM
perhaps.

well, it's thursday, who does the next 3 words?

Odetta
05-24-2007, 12:13 PM
I don't think the words have to be switched on Thursdays in this thread, let's just do new words when the old ones are exhausted.

Anyhow, here are 3 new words...

isolate
platinum
slick

John Blaze
05-24-2007, 12:17 PM
come on! these words suck! :(

ok, here goes

palms slick with sweat
brow furrowed
her tongue out
heavy in concentration.

The most important thing ever
she must get it right.
platinum plus is the motto
best of the best

how to isolate the purity?
then I step in,
and help my niece
traces the edges while coloring.

Odetta
05-24-2007, 12:19 PM
just trying to make it a challenge, John! ;)

Good job, BTW!

John Blaze
05-24-2007, 12:34 PM
ty, it is a challenge, too!

Darkthoughts
05-24-2007, 01:06 PM
That was great JB - I could picture that scenario totally, just replacing my daughter with your niece :D


Movements so precise they are slick,
Platinum blonde, heels hitting the sidewalk with an audible click.
Friday night, a predator's feast,
Each man and woman a painted beast.

She spies her prey, moves in for the kill,
He tries not to turn, but his eyes betray him drinking their fill.
She can isolate each single thought,
In her web, entirely caught.

Er...a bit shabby, but I guess I'll stick with it ;)

John Blaze
05-24-2007, 02:08 PM
nice, but she was checking me out, not the other way around!.
:D

thanks, my niece would always ask me for help with coloring and stickers and stuff like that. Good memories.

The_Nameless
05-24-2007, 02:30 PM
Nice work, guys. I'm not sure what I am going to be able to do with these words, but I am fearing that it won't be as good as these two.

John, your poem is very warming, and easily pictured. I wasn't sure where you were going with poem, and it was a pleasant surprise.

DarkThoughts, I see how you picked your name. ;)
But I kid. I enjoyed your poem. I especially liked the line, "Each man and woman a painted beast." I like how it shows the similarities of humans and animas, and how we all have our own mating rituals.

John Blaze
05-24-2007, 10:01 PM
thanks, dude.

Darkthoughts
05-25-2007, 04:16 AM
DarkThoughts, I see how you picked your name. ;)

Heheh, thank you :cool:

:lol: Seriously, I went to a club with my youngest sister recently and it all seemed so obvious, despite the fact that everyone thinks they're being subtle and sly when they're on the pull! I'm quite happy dressing down and drinking a few beers with the old farts in my village these days.

The_Nameless
05-26-2007, 06:49 PM
Isolate the memories
Follow the paths, 'round they go
Sentences with no ends, fragmented beyond understanding
Dig thru the ashes of these mysteries

Shadows, black as an oil slick
Choking the hope out of the situation
Dispersing fog clear the way
replaced in mere moments
A cruel trick

The truths blinding as a platinum sun
Lost in message, unclear of the next step
Housing delusions, the scarring patterns
The beginning behind us, the end on the run

Frunobulax
06-01-2007, 11:23 PM
A Motion In Vulgar English

As the slow churning of the slow platinum blond
Implied a sick sort of revolving
My insides turned over multiple times slowly
Deadly, soft, and slick as a fish's body.
A thread as fine as protons bonded and unbonded
Within my ears a ring pierced all that was around.
I locked myself in a bathroom.
I needed to isolate myself from the feeling of emptiness
Compounded with a full feeling akin to
Drinking too many beers.

Odetta
06-02-2007, 10:42 AM
nice! I likey!


OK... new words...

twilight
scarlet
pulse

Frunobulax
06-02-2007, 05:27 PM
Business Suit Looks

Pusillanimous business suit
Observed the twilight, astute.
As the optical receptors took note
Of the slow stars bobbing like boats,
Faint pulse moving in and out.
Suit stood up, opened mouth to shout:
"Why am I alive?!?
What is my reason to strive?!??"
Its eyes now a bloodshot scarlet,
Suit retired to be a product harlot.

The_Nameless
06-02-2007, 05:52 PM
Nice work, Fruno. A life-style crisis moment, if I ever read one. The feeling of emptiness and confusion were nicely addressed in the short amount of time.
My favourite line is: "Of the slow stars bobbing like boats."

Frunobulax
06-02-2007, 05:56 PM
Thank you, Nameless. Even though I'm sure it's cliche as hell, I draw upon my own struggles with identity and (especially) depression to get the right tone.

The_Nameless
06-02-2007, 07:04 PM
Pretty short, but it is what I could come up with.

I have been chasing stars while the dawn ticked away.
Scarlet tinged horizon announces the changing of hours.
Swiftly I leap for the sun to escape the twilight.
Falling out of sight, only to be swallowed by the night.
Feeling through shadows, following a sound, the hour's pulse.
Going along I spot my star, continuing to chase it into the new day.

Odetta
06-14-2007, 06:31 AM
OK... let's go for these... how about some silliness?

mellow
yellow
jello

;)

Frunobulax
06-14-2007, 09:02 AM
Farragut Avenue

Spluttering words that are fur.
Vapor exits the tubes and
In an almost disarmingly
Mellow gait.
Condensation gathers
Pooling and puddling
On teeth stained so yellow.
From years of abuse:
Tobacco, stress, coffee.
Sparks fly from off the road.
A car crash happens to the left now,
And cars crumple accordions.
Bodies line a small area,
Insides turned into jello
That has been chopped by a fork.
Fate counts off.

Odetta
06-26-2007, 06:28 AM
alone
fly
scars

Frunobulax
06-26-2007, 07:11 PM
Port au Prince to Santa Monica

Walking by the beach
The sand reeks of desire.
Sky the color of a peach,
And I feel myself perspire.
As I stumble along in the dark
Alone and in look of love,
The water transmogrifies a green so dark
And a seagull takes off to fly above.
Oh I Oh I Oh I Oh I Oh I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
KNOW!
Gentle caresses and the tune
Lady Gaylord flitters through my head.
Flit on! Soon the day will be dead!
O morning come and stay
O night be banished to day!
As the boat cuts a scar in the water,
So goes that seagull farther and farther.
O daylight transform to night!
O moon be the antithesis of sun!
O planet revolve and turnstile lonely!
O universe, dark matter and light expand!
O I Oh I O I OH I!!
I aye I!

Odetta
06-27-2007, 06:35 AM
cool, fruno!

Frunobulax
06-27-2007, 08:24 AM
Thanks, Odetta. Another poem based off of my own life...

Jon
09-20-2007, 10:19 PM
"I am not alone" the destined bastard did cry

He'd now knew how his parents would die.

His patience at its end

He had to break this trend

The mental abuse, the terrible scar

He crept under the truck while they were at the bar.

A pair of tin snips in hand

then off to the curve to see it firsthand.

waiting in the brush

all night he waited for his rush

then the familiar sound of the truck

drunk and speeding was his luck

The curve now, tires protest

His glee was barely suppressed

tires silent now, off the road

midair over the cliff, no turning back now, his life's crossroad

Screams of horror and surprise, voices he knew well

Voices hated and bound for Hell

voices silent now, impact

crunching steel announces his emancipating act

total silence now, he steps to the edge, assured he can fly

Bent knees, his time is nigh

A thrust from six year-old legs like a coiled spring

Surely the deadly landing will provide him cleansing

A split decision and he leaps

All the way down he weeps

A bone crushing landing, only moments to live

Staring into his father's dead eyes, did they even know his motive

Jon
09-20-2007, 11:11 PM
Does anyone mind if I paste this with an other poem and add it to my personal poem thread?

Jean
09-20-2007, 11:12 PM
no, of course nobody would mind. Any poem previously posted in a poetry contest thread can be re-posted in personal poem thread if the author so wishes.

Letti
09-21-2007, 03:50 AM
Well said, Jean.
Your pearls your poems must appear in your own (and so amazing) poem thread as well, Jon.

Odetta
09-21-2007, 12:43 PM
with that being said... new words


fleece
puppet
spark

Jon
09-22-2007, 12:14 AM
*****Warning. The following poem is meant in total jest but contains content that the general, right thinking public would label as smut of the worst kind. You have been warned. I hope you take it with the humor in which it was written.


-Jon*******

















MMmmm her fleece drives me crazy.

But I am sure few of you would agree

She in the field grazing

I sit on the porch lustfully gazing

Oh how I have been planning

Weeks of tanning

The groomer came by to sheer

I stood behind, a view as lovely as a celestial sphere

Her grazing done, I look at her eyes and see that spark

I rise and approach, ignoring the groomer’s caustic remark.

Under her spell, stoic as a puppet, now I undress

A dose of my tractor’s gear oil, I enter her without protest

Slowly, to allow accommodation, I slide in listening to her bleating.

Oh this special ritual of man and beast meeting.

The thrusting becomes faster

Soon, ewe will know me as the drillmaster

My 7.5 seconds about done

Soon an end to this wooly fun

The pause, then the rush from below

Not human, but this pussy is primo



Must pump faster before I squirt.

She tries to run, thank God I am alert.

Her face against the barn wall

I am close now, and I must make her sprawl

Squirt one, two, three and four,

I grab her ears and tell her she is my whore

I have two squirts left, five and six

I wonder what she thinks of human dicks

Softening, I remove myself, maybe a candle or wine

Maybe cuddling will be just fine

My arms around her neck, scratching her ears

We share our dreams and fears.

I move myself near her face hoping for some barnyard head.

I stop in fear of Odetta or Matt closing this thread.

Jon
09-29-2007, 08:13 PM
I am sorry I brought this thread to a screeching halt. I deeply apologize to the management and the members of this site for the content of the poem above. I genuinely thought most would see humor in it.

I am sorry. It is inappropriate and gives a bad name to all poets, the thing I regret most.

I humbly beg forgiveness from all offended.


-Jon

Mike Beck
09-30-2007, 06:45 AM
never apologize for that shit. while it may be disgusting in its nature, and i taste barf in the back of my throat, it's still poetry.

i thought it was kind of funny, actually. :D

Ode to a Sheepfucker. :lol:

Odetta
09-30-2007, 02:24 PM
I just read this... I was negligent in my facilitating... well, um, that poem was rather... enlightening, shall we say?
Plus, I think Jon needs to spend a little more time in urban area, perhaps. ;)

why don't we just move along with another poem, shall we?
I'm going to keep the same words.

Letti
09-30-2007, 11:33 PM
Yes Jon, there is no need to apologize. Keep on writing. :rose:

Jean
10-01-2007, 10:38 PM
poetry or any other piece of creative writing here is not going to be censored in any way, provided it complies with the general guidelines for posting in the site. If someone feels that their text might be qualified as adult or [exeedingly] politically incorrect, they should just warn the readers at the beginning of the post in question. I'll post the specific guidelines soon.

Jon
10-02-2007, 06:44 PM
Very well. I'll add a warning. I thank you all. I thought you all were angry with me. It was just a lark. I get in odd, funny moods sometimes. It is a relief that no one has flamed/banned me.

Jean
10-02-2007, 10:39 PM
Jon,

it takes all sorts to make a world of poetry. There's no "right" or "wrong" about a poem, or about a story, or anything else that comes from a creative mind. Let alone the obvious fact that everyone loves you.

And, by the way, the warning you added is perfect. I think it could be used as a model for all similar warnings.

Brice
10-03-2007, 05:43 AM
Very well. I'll add a warning. I thank you all. I thought you all were angry with me. It was just a lark. I get in odd, funny moods sometimes. It is a relief that no one has flamed/banned me.


Well, we can't very well ban you. If we do we can't flame you as easily. :P







Words only bother me really when it's clear they are intended to hurt people.

Storyslinger
10-03-2007, 07:08 AM
Too true
although I like Brice's reasoning :rofl:

Jon
10-08-2007, 09:22 PM
I am at a loss for a proper poem for these three words. I just cannot find a way to use puppet with my idea. This could be a result of way too much writing for school. I received a note from my English composition Professor. It said "Lets keep the word count down from here out OK. We both know you are destined for an "A"."

Odetta
10-09-2007, 07:25 AM
well, time for new words anyway...


teacher
cheese
sunshine

ladysai
10-09-2007, 07:35 AM
*****Warning. The following poem is meant in total jest but contains content that the general, right thinking public would label as smut of the worst kind. You have been warned. I hope you take it with the humor in which it was written.

:lol:

I think its the perfect poem from you (with those three words as a basis).
No one does fleece like you do.
;)

Frunobulax
10-09-2007, 03:19 PM
Floral Durant

Show me how to love,
Be my proverbial teacher
Of the heart.
Trim my mwng.
Bet on the wrong numbers,
Show me how.
My blood shimmers and curdles like
Bad milk or even cheese,
Thanks to the visceral bitterness your acerbic words throw into me.
Teach me how to hate to love.
Show me.
Trim my wings.
Cut my mwng.
Omit the whiteness.
Kill the sunshine,
Bury it in repose in a ground
Filled with myths.
Teach me how to show me
To love.
Keep my soul alive.
Cut my wings.
Trim my mwng.
For(m) circles around my head,
Halos of seraphims called ecstasy.
Show me emotions.

[Note: Mwng is Welsh for mane.]

Jon
10-10-2007, 08:14 PM
I'm working on one.

ladysai
10-11-2007, 07:49 AM
I enjoyed that, Fruno.
I really like the subtle repetition...
classy touch, imho.
:)

(but what's a mwng?)

Frunobulax
10-11-2007, 03:06 PM
Mwng is Welsh for "mane."

ladysai
10-12-2007, 06:53 AM
Thanks, Fruno.
I've learned something new today.
:D

Odetta
11-15-2007, 07:48 AM
bumpity bump!

new words...
lemon
empathic
sway

Frunobulax
11-26-2007, 12:32 PM
Thirty Nine Words For Toilet

Porcelain thrones glisten
Especially now as the Lysol,
Acidic lemon,
Dries.
Thundering away in some old box,
Not living not empathic,
Just turning and swirling.
Some despondent john
Sits there, sways listlessly and
Watches the blue go down again.

Odetta
11-26-2007, 02:13 PM
:lol:

I love it!

Frunobulax
11-27-2007, 01:02 AM
Glad you love it--I started writing and the only thing I could think of happened to be a toilet.

Odetta
11-27-2007, 07:30 AM
well, it worked :)

The_Nameless
11-29-2007, 03:20 PM
haha.

Bravo! I enjoyed it very much. Very original.

Frunobulax
11-29-2007, 05:12 PM
Thankya. Now let's see some other ones maybe.

Jon
12-04-2007, 12:54 AM
No way to top a toilet poem!!!

Frunobulax
12-04-2007, 01:42 AM
Only in your opinion, Jon. I guess I kinda stole your thunder with my toilet ode, though.

Jon
12-07-2007, 11:26 PM
Naw...while my name is Jon I will find a way to work sheep into the poem .

Frunobulax
12-15-2007, 01:25 PM
OK. Lemony sheep! W00t.

The_Nameless
12-16-2007, 12:10 AM
Nothing beats a sheep with a fresh scent.

Jon
12-30-2007, 02:57 AM
may I request 3 new words please. No one can top a toilet poem!!

Odetta
12-30-2007, 03:25 PM
good point...


raven
sobriety
fuschia

Frunobulax
01-16-2008, 06:04 PM
Unusual Grain
Ashen and sullen,
Sandra contemplated her reflection in the water.
As it danced and swayed,
She consumed her muffin tops.
Silently overhead, a jet black
Raven passed casting shadows of doubt
And inebriated movement to mice.
After its sullen passing,
As sullen as Sandra's state of mind,
A new sobriety came unto the mice.
Newly revived and not imbibed,
The rodents scurried away from Sandra,
A much larger raven clad not in black,
But in a fuchsia and burnt umber
With a trim of gold ochre.
Much more terrifying.
Sandra finished her muffin tops and left to go back to work for $17/hour.

Odetta
01-17-2008, 07:51 AM
:lol: loved it! muffin tops!

ladysai
03-13-2008, 05:10 AM
sun sets, fuchsia
raven wings carry night's fears
sobriety dawns

Jean
03-13-2008, 05:16 AM
thank you ladysai! it's high time someone came up with a haiku here!

:rose: :rose: :rose:

ladysai
03-13-2008, 06:24 AM
You're quite welcome, Jean.
:huglove:

Odetta
03-13-2008, 06:57 AM
:panic: it's ladysai! :panic:

:huglove:
come around more, love!

thanks for adding to the poetry... it's been a little poetically quiet around here lately.

Jon
03-15-2008, 01:15 AM
thank you ladysai! it's high time someone came up with a haiku here!

:rose: :rose: :rose:


Ahem...


http://www.thedarktower.org/palaver/showpost.php?p=90626&postcount=107

Jean
03-15-2008, 01:34 AM
Jon, that was more than two months ago!

Jon
03-15-2008, 08:16 PM
I see now!

"What have you done for me lately?"

:):)

ladysai
03-16-2008, 09:10 AM
I liked your gay man of steel haiku.
:)

ladysai
03-22-2008, 08:27 PM
Happy Easter to the Turtleback Lane poets!
http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b377/ladysai/Easter_icon.gif

Jean
03-22-2008, 11:52 PM
thank you love! http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k291/mishemplushem/Facilitation/bear_wub.gifhttp://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k291/mishemplushem/Facilitation/bear_wub.gifhttp://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k291/mishemplushem/Facilitation/bear_wub.gif happy Easter to you too! http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k291/mishemplushem/Facilitation/bear_sara01.gif

Jon
03-23-2008, 08:28 PM
I liked your gay man of steel haiku.
:)


Perhaps you may like this one then.


http://www.thedarktower.org/palaver/showpost.php?p=90627&postcount=108

ladysai
05-08-2008, 06:51 AM
~bump~

cozener
05-10-2008, 11:27 AM
I do not feel the raven gingerly pecking at my eye.
I gape dumbly as my life’s blood drains from me.
Into the frothing fuschia of the stream swirling cold around my body
Would that the chill could bring me to sobriety
from the dark intoxication of the heavy shroud of death.


Pretty, huh? :)

obscurejude
05-10-2008, 04:43 PM
Did you write that Cozener?

cozener
05-10-2008, 07:47 PM
Yeah :blush:

obscurejude
05-10-2008, 08:36 PM
Well done Cozener. Normally I might write something like that off as aesthetic masturbation, but I really like it. There's an honesty about it that implies more than just a bunch of images thrown together.

I really like it a lot. :thumbsup:

Is there more? (Not saying there should be, just that if there are more stanzas I'd like to read them).

Really like the alliteration and assonance of line 3, and although it seems stretched a little, I like the tension it brings to the final couplet. Also, really dig the contrast between "gentle" in regards to the raven and your own "frothing" blood.

I fucking love it man. Thanks a lot for sharing it. Well done.

cozener
05-11-2008, 07:18 AM
Hey thanks :)

But there's no more. It was just something I wrote for this game...the 3 words we're using at the moment being fuschia, raven, and sobriety :D

Shiv
05-12-2008, 05:16 PM
I do not feel the raven gingerly pecking at my eye.
I gape dumbly as my life’s blood drains from me.
Into the frothing fuschia of the stream swirling cold around my body
Would that the chill could bring me to sobriety
from the dark intoxication of the heavy shroud of death.


Pretty, huh? :)

Tis pretty in a demented sort of way. I read it a few times over, each time the imagry was that much clearer in my mind. Just had to say I really like that bit of writing, though I'm not sadistic enough to want to be alive and kicking when the time comes for a raven to be dipping into my eye juices.

Jon
07-05-2008, 07:54 PM
Sobriety failed

The raven flees like her cries

Her bruise, now Fuchsia






http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/bruise.jpg

Jon
07-05-2008, 08:24 PM
The raven lands on the house’s gutter, uttering a caw of retribution.

Quite aware of the alcohol fueled fire inside

Sobriety once again gives way to “the suicide solution.”

Another family to divide.

Fuchsia “stars” in his vision.

“Don’t hit girls,” his final decision

Besides, a man cannot be beaten by a wife

But her words hurt like an inserted, hot, dull knife.






http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/batteredmale.jpg

Odetta
12-08-2008, 07:54 AM
Time for a poetry thread bump!

3 new words...

celebrate
fire
snow

Yaksha
12-08-2008, 08:14 PM
i celebrate a meaningless place
your words used to be soft as lace
now like snow i am frozen and cold
you took my mind heart and soul
i want the fire you took from me
now what am i suppose to be
this time i dont know what to do
all i want right now is only you

Jon
12-09-2008, 12:35 PM
Time for a poetry thread bump!

3 new words...

celebrate
fire
snow


THANK YOU!!!

I love this thread and I waited so long.

I'll write one later but right now I have to watch the level of of the creek. Its getting close to overflow and my house is mere yards from it. I should have built that dike this summer as I had planned!!!

Odetta
12-09-2008, 01:06 PM
:grouphug:

Jon
12-10-2008, 03:54 AM
It seems that every winter, fire and snow compete for children’s attention.

Children play in the snow then warm themselves by the fire.

One winter they both had enough

Of one another

Trouble brewing

Tempers flare

Showdown

Fire struck the first blow

But the melted snow

put part of the fire out

Snow, revenge in mind

STRUCK!

A hiss and more snow melted

More fire extinguished

This went on

And on

Clearly no one would win

Both would die

A small boy

Behind the crowd

Short and young

Soft spoken

Raises his voice

“See what I made!”

All turn

All are confused

A snowman?

What is the point of this?

The boy

States

I have made fun with snow

With that

He struck a match

And lit the corncob pipe.

Now every winter

The people celebrate

Of the peace

The fire stays in the fireplace

The snow stays outside

Like most wars

Nothing has really changed.




http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/snowboy.jpg

Odetta
12-10-2008, 07:30 AM
:)

Ste Letto
12-11-2008, 02:59 PM
What is there to celebrate?
He wonders as he looks
Out through his living room window.
Tasteless symbols of wasteful ways
Are bolted to the lamp posts along the street.

What is there to celebrate?
He ponders as he looks
At the snow through his living room window.
Strangers go by carrying gifts for strangers
Bought more out of habit than love.

What is there to celebrate?
He mutters as he turns
From his living room window.
His flat is small, dirty and cold
And he finds no comfort, not even from the fire.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
12-12-2008, 02:47 AM
"Happy New Year?"

Early holiday
January hangover
And new beginnings?

Broken promises
Little lies told to ourselves
Light another fuse

Bright fire raining down
Melting pristine piles of snow
Yet we celebrate?

Jon
12-13-2008, 01:17 AM
"Happy New Year?"



Early holiday
January hangover
And new beginnings?


Broken promises
Little lies told to ourselves
Light another fuse


Bright fire raining down
Melting pristine piles of snow

Yet we celebrate?



You seem to write a bit like I write.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
12-13-2008, 02:05 AM
Wow, coming from you that is a nice compliment. I really enjoy your writing
Thanks,

By the way, Your riddles make my head hurt.

Jon
12-13-2008, 02:47 AM
Mine too. They have sucked for the past two years. It seems like I have to force them. At DT.Net they flowed from me like a mountain spring and were poetic and clever. Now I struggle.

flaggwalkstheline
12-14-2008, 09:56 PM
I fly sober and alone
To the place in the clouds
Where I might feel like I deserve these scars
Then I realize I can't fly
And thats when I REALLY start to deserve them

Odetta
02-11-2009, 07:00 AM
new 3 words...

strawberry
crippling
enigma

CPU
02-12-2009, 05:05 AM
An aftertaste of strawberry lingers between them
as lips are shyly withdrawn
A swell of emotion more crippling grips them
as lips are slyly indrawn
The enigma of love embraces them
as lips slide entwined.

Odetta
02-12-2009, 08:01 AM
:)

Frunobulax
02-12-2009, 11:35 PM
...And Lights...
Poor walker, tell of the ways you go.
The world's your oyster.
The pearl's in front of you.
The strawberry scents you smell are not a dream
Nor is the water you see and long for.
Tantalus walking, Tantalus walking.
Poor rich boy, tell of the life you waste.
The world's your shitter.
The paper isn't there.
The crippling fear is real.
The feelings of defeat are true.
Tantalus winning, Tantalus winning.
Poor lady, tell of your thoughts.
The obfuscation is frustrating.
The enigma must be cleared.
This mental leng t'che cannot continue
Nor can the threats of mystery.
Atlas dropping, Atlas dropping.

Jon
02-12-2009, 11:56 PM
I just can't take this!!! He's leaving!! :cry::cry:



The Hand on the Hilt


We cut him out this way

Like a precious cloth.

All of my love into every stitch

All of my life

for that love

But this our aim

Now,

I DESPISE OUR GOAL!!!!!!

We worked so hard

She, He and I

And made him a great young man

Now,

He leaves to live his life

He tears my heart as he goes

But he has no malice

He is doing just as we prepared him to do.

He will do it well

This

I know!




They say only women have ‘empty nest syndrome.”

I feel I have “empty soul disease.”

It feels terminal.

For so long

I was “Locke’s father.”

Now I am just me, and with she…we

As we were, 18 years ago.

It’s tough to pull a knife

From your own heart

and find

Only YOUR fingerprints on the hilt

The day I knew of has come

College: danger and discovery

The distance vast

The pain copious

1000 miles seems half a world away

But I knew when I started

If I did it right

My world would crumble away

The doctor told us “no real chance to have a child”

“One in a million”

Our odds came in on July 4th 1990

Our “One in a million” was 8 pounds, 10 ounces

Now, at 6’0” 240 pounds

Our “one in a million”

Becomes

“One OF millions”





http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/IMG_3325.jpg

BROWNINGS CHILDE
02-18-2009, 09:58 PM
Still Locke's Father Jon

He will be fine.....and so will you with time.

Good luck

Nice poem by the way

Jon
02-18-2009, 10:11 PM
Thank you. I reckon I should not have posted it here but I wasn't thinking straight at that time.

Thank you for noticing.

Odetta
05-01-2009, 06:42 AM
3 new words...

indigo
icicle
castle

obscurejude
05-01-2009, 04:05 PM
Very touching poem Jon. :) Locke's a lucky kid (man).

Nerak
05-01-2009, 04:15 PM
Locke is a lucky man! And you are a lucky Dad! He's a great kid!!

Indigo, Icicle, Castle

The slow and steady drip, drip, drip
Of the icicle, so cold
Into the river flowing below.

The castle, so regal
So sturdy and strong, reflecting
Into the river flowing below

The indigo sky
So alluring and pure, setting
Into the river flowing below.

Jon
05-05-2009, 12:56 AM
SOUL


With blue eyes, cold as ice

The belly dancer removes her veil

The veil becomes a swirling indigo storm

There is none so fair in the Sultan castle

There are no eyes so lifeless in his abode




http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/dead20woman_48909cb99382b_hires.jpg

Odetta
05-07-2009, 06:02 AM
wow... that picture is... really creepy

Gaberax
05-12-2009, 09:33 AM
I just can't take this!!! He's leaving!! :cry::cry:



The Hand on the Hilt


We cut him out this way

Like a precious cloth.

All of my love into every stitch

All of my life

for that love

But this our aim

Now,

I DESPISE OUR GOAL!!!!!!

We worked so hard

She, He and I

And made him a great young man

Now,

He leaves to live his life

He tears my heart as he goes

But he has no malice

He is doing just as we prepared him to do.

He will do it well

This

I know!




They say only women have ‘empty nest syndrome.”

I feel I have “empty soul disease.”

It feels terminal.

For so long

I was “Locke’s father.”

Now I am just me, and with she…we

As we were, 18 years ago.

It’s tough to pull a knife

From your own heart

and find

Only YOUR fingerprints on the hilt

The day I knew of has come

College: danger and discovery

The distance vast

The pain copious

1000 miles seems half a world away

But I knew when I started

If I did it right

My world would crumble away

The doctor told us “no real chance to have a child”

“One in a million”

Our odds came in on July 4th 1990

Our “One in a million” was 8 pounds, 10 ounces

Now, at 6’0” 240 pounds

Our “one in a million”

Becomes

“One OF millions”





http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/IMG_3325.jpg

Jon, as a father with twin daughter's in their first year of college, I feel your pain. This poem spoke to me. :thumbsup:

BROWNINGS CHILDE
05-12-2009, 05:52 PM
Gabe, you have twin daughters too? Thats cool. Mine are 14 mos. old.

Jon
05-12-2009, 08:46 PM
Twins are so cute!

Keep an eye on 'em, Gabe and Childe.

Gaberax
05-13-2009, 04:10 AM
Gabe, you have twin daughters too? Thats cool. Mine are 14 mos. old.

Congratulations, Browning's_Childe! Kids are great in general but twins truly rock! Yup, mine are coming up on 19 years old (May 30th.) Both in college.

I know you've probably heard this before, Browning's_Childe, but TAKE A LOT OF PICTURES. The time goes by so fast. It may not seem like it now but you will look up one day in (what feel's like a week) and they will be going off to college. People told me and I was like "Yeah, right." But it is the truth.

Jon
05-13-2009, 09:13 PM
...and that's the truth!

BROWNINGS CHILDE
05-13-2009, 09:35 PM
Thanks, we do take alot of pics. In fact we were getting ready to get some more studio pics, but one of the twins bit the other,(in the face) so now we have to wait a few days.
They love each other so much it hurts.

Jon
05-13-2009, 11:12 PM
Thanks, we do take alot of pics. In fact we were getting ready to get some more studio pics, but one of the twins bit the other,(in the face) so now we have to wait a few days.
They love each other so much it hurts.


She did it so you could tell them apart!

Gaberax
05-14-2009, 05:45 AM
Thanks, we do take alot of pics. In fact we were getting ready to get some more studio pics, but one of the twins bit the other,(in the face) so now we have to wait a few days.
They love each other so much it hurts.

Ha! :lol: Yes, "Love bites." They all go through that. I suggest you get the pictures with the bite showing. It'll be a great talking point later on. ;)

Gaberax
05-14-2009, 10:13 AM
Indigo, Icicle, Castle

Behind castle walls
Of stony silence
And marble recalcitrance
Flows a winter sky
Twisted and torqued
Pouring through the prism
Of the melting icicle’s heart
Where a farrago of colors
Hinting of durum wheat
And sultry lilacs
Swirl around a nebulous heart
Of indigo blue
Promising a cascade
Of cool spring waters

Jon
12-25-2015, 09:36 PM
Let;s review Letti and Ms. O's instructions..

""Someone who wasn't in the same gave us 3 words. Always 3. And we could write a poem about everything but those 3 words had to be in it.
For example:
- wing
- tear
- petal
It was amazing to see what people could create around the same words. Sometimes they were very similar to each other but sometimes they were very different... one of us wrote about life and the other wrote about death..
See?"


So, what we'll do is I'll post 3 words, let people create a poem with those 3 words... when it seems to have been exhausted, we'll pick 3 more words...
READY???

So lets try:

Moon
remove
infinite

Greenlaser
01-23-2016, 10:37 AM
Here goes nothing :)

Moon, Remove, Infinite

Through the Thinny:
No sun to carve out dusk and dawn
The moon removed and landmarks gone
I trudge to find the end of it
And pray it is not infinite