POETRY CHALLENGE Feb. 22

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POETRY CHALLENGE Feb. 22

Postby Mlou » Tue Feb 22, 2005 10:23 am

1. Write a poem about one of the first things you see when you get up in the morning. OR one of the first things you'd LIKE to see.

2. The letter of the week is "M". (An easy one this week, folks.) Write your poem around the inspiration you get from any one word beginning with M....morning, melting, mournful, millennium, motion, Menorah, mercy, mushroom, maxi, madness, melody.....
nothing is ever simply Yes or No. There's always a But...


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Postby luminosity » Tue Feb 22, 2005 1:01 pm

I'll work on this one over the next few days...should have one to post by Friday :-D (Won't have any internet access til then) One of the first things I'll be seeing when I get up is the ocean, which I love! So maybe that will be my inspiration... :?:
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Postby mslover » Tue Feb 22, 2005 5:12 pm

I already have an idea for challenge number one... though it might be PG13. :D Not sure how quickly I'll get it posted though. Still trying to come up with my sports one from the last challenge!

"Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories - we've already missed the spring"

"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass; it's about learning how to dance in the rain."
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My Face

Postby Dionysus » Wed Feb 23, 2005 7:21 pm

I roll out of bed and crash into the mirror;
recoiling in horror, a tear fills my eye.
There's a message in there, couldn't be any clearer,
There's only one question and the question is why?

The ritual is repeated, day after day;
the senses are numb but I still feel the pain.
The look is accusing and won't go away;
Each day is a loss, will there ever be gain?

I shave like a robot, the razor a tease;
the weight feels just right in my hand.
My razor keeps taunting "My aim is to please",
but the fear is too strong in this man.

Emotions so painful, it's hard to believe;
the damage they cause from within.
Bullets are deadly, it's hard to conceive;
emotions will kill in the end.

The walls are so thick, the solution escapes me;
I never know which way to turn.
The life that I lead, it tortures and rapes me;
resentment and frustration burn.

I roll out of bed and crash into the mirror;
again and again and again.
The look on my face coudn't be any clearer;
my soul has escaped with the wind.
We can never know about tomorrow.
Still we have to choose which way to go.

He not busy being born is busy dying.

Speak these words when I die: "Either hell just got more cheerful or heaven got more fun."
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Postby snowbird » Thu Feb 24, 2005 5:08 am

The digital clock
shines bright in the dark.
Five-thirty, or there about.

My mind races
through the events of the day.
My feet don't want to get out.

Only five minutes more,
no, make it ten.
In my mind there is no doubt.

Who cares if I
make it to work on time.
I'm taking the scenic route. :D
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Postby mslover » Thu Feb 24, 2005 4:56 pm

OOh this one is sooo bad but I'm posting it anyway!

Madness….

The challenge has been posted
But my mind is all amuddle
Kind of like the wicked witch
That melted in a puddle.

The black eyed Susans fully bloom
And butterflies they flutter
And yet I sit, my pen so still
Thinking of peanut butter.

Could it be poetry to write
Of peanuts smoothed and spread
Mingling sweet with honey
Between my whole wheat bread?

If apples slices juicy red
Were added to my feast
and then perhaps a glass of milk -
is it poetic in the least?

In my attempt to write this
I think I’ve gone quite mad
Just how crazy I must be
To write something so bad?

"Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories - we've already missed the spring"

"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass; it's about learning how to dance in the rain."
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Postby Quicksilver Wolf » Thu Feb 24, 2005 9:05 pm

Hey, MSlover, that was awesome! Just the right blend of randomness and runnaway thoughts that I love. :Thumbsup:

Also, the last two were great for their own obvious reasons. Keep it up; I might even join you people sometime.
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Postby Mlou » Fri Feb 25, 2005 4:00 pm

Good work, guys! Keep it up.
And, Quicksilver, talk is cheap...let's see some poetic posts here. :-D
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Postby snowbird » Fri Feb 25, 2005 4:51 pm

mslover, funny how our mind wanders. Your poem made me hungry :!: Thanks for sharing the simple things, they're so comforting.

Couldn't help posting this one.

Mumble, mumble, mumble.
Grumble, grumble, grumble.
Tumble, tumble, tumble;
Down into the dark.
Crumble, crumble, crumble;
Complaining is no lark.
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Postby Quicksilver Wolf » Fri Feb 25, 2005 8:52 pm

I dream of things
Sacred and pure
While the world
Around me is dying

I dream that
We will stop
Dividing, fighting
And killing each other

I dream I am
A hero, born of fire
I dream that I
Can make a difference

I dream...
And yet I know
this will be gone
come morning



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Yeah, took two stabs to write, as the first part didn't fit with the last bit, and I didn't want to redo all of it, so I got rid of what didn't fit and started with what I had left, which was the end part. Guess I'm human afterall.
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Postby Mlou » Fri Feb 25, 2005 9:17 pm

Great dream, Quick. The thing is, when we wake up we've got to figure out how we can make it happen. One little step at a time.

Cute M word poem, snowbird. (Our yard is full of juncos all winter.)
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Postby mslover » Fri Feb 25, 2005 11:37 pm

Guess I'm human afterall
Whew - what a relief! :shock:

Nice to see everyone getting into this.

"Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories - we've already missed the spring"

"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass; it's about learning how to dance in the rain."
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Postby luminosity » Sun Feb 27, 2005 3:55 pm

Great job, everyone! So glad you finally posted a poem, QW!
Mine is not quite as polished as I'd like, but here it is, "as is":

~Poseidon's Medal~

I slept in a strange bed
in an unfamiliar room,
for the pleasures of sweet, salty air,
the lull of the waves
and a view of the sea.
When I woke,
I was greeted
not by the sun,
but by the moon --
hanging low in the ocean sky --
a golden, glowing medallion
suspended over
the silvery sea.
I sat mesmerized by
this perfect sphere,
enveloped by magical hues
of azure
melding into magenta.
It was there,
but only briefly observed
by mortals before
light overtook
the night --
before being seized by Poseidon
and carried away
out of sight.
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Postby Quicksilver Wolf » Sun Feb 27, 2005 5:36 pm

Hey, sweet. Sounds fine to me!
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Postby Mlou » Sun Feb 27, 2005 5:53 pm

Nice, lumin. Took me a while to get oriented and remember that you face the PACIFIC and I the ATLANTIC. It comes UP over the ocean here but obviously can be carried down by Poseidon where you are. :D You didn't ask for crit but I'm sticking my neck out. I think you might consider ditching the mortals etc. .... It was there but briefly/ before Poseidon seized it and...(maybe a stronger ending? seized it for his treasure chest? Or something evocative? )
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Postby mslover » Mon Feb 28, 2005 12:46 am

Lovin' it Lumin! I want to hit the beach NOW but I'm a wuss and it's still a bit too cold for me. :D

"Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories - we've already missed the spring"

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Postby luminosity » Mon Feb 28, 2005 10:41 am

Mlou wrote:Nice, lumin. You didn't ask for crit but I'm sticking my neck out. I think you might consider ditching the mortals etc. .... It was there but briefly/ before Poseidon seized it and...(maybe a stronger ending?


Thanks, Mlou...and that was exactly the part that was bothering me -- the ending definitely needs work :?

And thanks, QW and MS, too.

We timed our trip to the beach just right, MS...it was sunny and not too windy...still a bit chilly though.
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Write a poem about a Tuesday night love

Postby Dionysus » Tue Mar 01, 2005 7:41 pm

Tuesday Night Love

My Tuesday night love
quite at home in my mind,
I’m lost and alone, and she
treats me so kind.

Her eyes burn right through me,
past façade to the truth,
and holding me tightly,
sets me free, makes me loose.

Silent with power, keeping
strength in reserve,
she whispers, I follow,
this love I deserve.

For there was another, out
of sync with my spirit.
she told me she loved me,
but I could not hear it.

Her warmth left me cold,
while she burned I would shiver
She mistreated my soul,
And I could not forgive her

My life spent in yearning,
for passion and peace,
in the soul of another
I sought sweet release.

The decades I wasted,
Searching love quite in vain,
I regret them no longer,
Sweet release from the pain.

My Tuesday night lover is
Here, in my mind,
With warmth and with love
Bringing comfort, like wine
We can never know about tomorrow.

Still we have to choose which way to go.



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Postby Mlou » Tue Mar 01, 2005 9:51 pm

lumin, one of the hardest things I had to learn...am still learning...is to cut, cut, cut!

Well rhymed, dion. Nice bittersweet sentiment. And tell her never mind bringing comfort LIKE wine...bring comfort AND wine! :D
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Postby Quicksilver Wolf » Wed Mar 02, 2005 1:04 am

Dude, you totally said it. Or, the perfect time: two blondes and a bottle of vodka.
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Postby Haina » Sun Mar 06, 2005 10:15 pm

morning and twilight

she tasted of yellow hyacinth
seeping through your dusk ridden hands like sand
quickly quickly before she falls
(come again, come again)
hair like ebony, eyes of oceanic amber
her beauty withering with twilight promises
and make haste my dearest
before she comes undone in the morning light

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Not quite what the challenge called for, but hey.
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Postby LizGrayson » Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:17 pm

How's this for resurrecting an old thread on a depressing note. Based on challenge 2........


Hanukkah, 1939

last year, a millenium ago, she rose to
greet the morning, an ancient melody
on her lips; she removed the
silver menorah from the shelf and polished it
for the coming celebration, her
hand's gentle motion a sacred caress
as she recalled its journey from hallowed
ground to Poland's unknown.

this year, the melting is not of candles, but
flesh and souls, the melody is one of
hell-song; this year she begs for mercy but is forgotten --
four thousand years of salvation are gone,
fleeing with the past, the menorah's light
snuffed with ashes.
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Postby Mlou » Wed Sep 17, 2008 4:24 pm

This is really super, Liz. And you used a bunch of m's, though only one was required. I love word lists like that. I can surprise myself sometimes with what comes from a word list.
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Postby LizGrayson » Wed Sep 17, 2008 8:12 pm

Well I think I was inspired by the book I just read, plus, the whole list kind of spoke to me. And I watched the History Channel's three part series about the Gestapo, so I'm in that frame of mind I guess.


Sorry it's so depressing, but it just came to mind.
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