TUESDAY POETRY CHALLENGE 8-5-08

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TUESDAY POETRY CHALLENGE 8-5-08

Postby Mlou » Tue Aug 05, 2008 2:48 pm

There seem to be too many Tuesdays in the week! But, alas, the day has come again. We had so much fun with the lists a couple of weeks ago, maybe we should try it again.
As before, each participant posts a list of 8 to 10 words, from which others may build a poem. Here's a starter:

blow, wanderer, gray, sudden, gateway, shield, smile, running, origin, promises
nothing is ever simply Yes or No. There's always a But...


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Postby mslover » Wed Aug 06, 2008 12:11 am

Relief

running through gray mists
in sudden need to escape,
i find my gateway to elsewhere.
it promises nothing,
this vast space within me,
i am but a stranger, a wanderer,
yet my mind drifts, smiles in relief,
blown by random thoughts
with no origin, they simply are,
providing a shield against reality.




my list: random, fire, white, echo, chaos, stream, deny, gossamer, double

"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 Mlou » Wed Aug 06, 2008 9:17 am

Excellent, ms!
Let's have a great turnout this week, poets. :)
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Postby Mlou » Wed Aug 06, 2008 6:28 pm

Don't want this to get buried. C'mon guys, lists please. Or else! :twisted:
nothing is ever simply Yes or No. There's always a But...





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Postby PaulG » Wed Aug 06, 2008 8:28 pm

He heads for the bluffs that look out to sea
From the sullen gray sky a sudden wind blows
The smoke of his cigarette curls in a hazy halo about his head.

Rolling up his collar as a shield from the bleak day
He moves through the gateway wearing a smile of delight
The origin of which he is unsure, but his pleasure is real.

This wanderer squanders another day of opportunity
Dreaming and planning for an unfulfilled future
The outlay of chances, running up the debt of wasted promise.


Had to come back to insert my list of words.

Let's go with single word song titles from the IPod:

Traces, Spooky, Stormy (The Classics IV)
Misty ( Sarah Vaughn)
Mirage (Tommy James and the Shondells)
Darlin' (Beach Boys)
Beautiful (Carole King)
Anticipation (Carly Simon)
Hush (Deep Purple)
Tenderly (Neil Wolfe)

I held back from using Aqualung. :wink:
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Postby J. Smith » Thu Aug 07, 2008 12:49 am

Well, I'm about 24 hours and 47 minutes late of Tuesday, but here it goes!




The gray gateway appears in the night.
I am a wanderer, visitor to this place.
The gales of December blow, chilling my spine,
My nose running as the frigid wind beats my face

I look back on my life as I stand before the arch
It shields me from the wind as I smile back on my past
A sudden shiver greets my body, origin unknown.
For the wind has stopped, and I am not cold as I breathe my last.

Again I reminisce:

Promises broken and love thrown away.
I deserve my fate.
I walk through the gate
A visitor, a wanderer no more.

This, I deserve.
This, I have earned
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. Aldous Huxley


It is our choices...that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
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Postby J. Smith » Thu Aug 07, 2008 1:27 am

Just a thought for next week...perhaps taking a line from a song and using it as the first line of the poem, completely transforming it. Don't know if you've done this before. Only a suggestion! :-D
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It is our choices...that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.

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Postby Mlou » Thu Aug 07, 2008 7:47 am

Okay, got some action going here. Great!

Very illuminating peek at a character's mind-set, Paul.

Eerie and ominous, J! Incidentally, there's no closing hour/day for these challenges. They're all still open. You can go way back and choose one and still post to it.
And you're right. We've done song lines, lines from fiction, lines from a newspaper, quotations, etc. Everything is grist for inspiration. But all ideas for same are welcome.
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Postby PaulG » Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:44 am

JS nicely done.
...and every now & then I spend my time at rhyme & verse & curse those faults in me...- "Along Comes Mary"- The Association

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Postby J. Smith » Fri Aug 08, 2008 1:15 am

oops, I forgot to list words:

circles, darting, horizon, ache, ice, shine, harsh, beauty
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. Aldous Huxley





It is our choices...that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.

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Postby J. Smith » Fri Aug 08, 2008 1:55 am

While I'm at it I'll give mslover's a try

random, fire, white, echo, chaos, stream, deny, gossamer, double

No longer do I deny my past.
I do not double back
to look back on what has gone

The gate behind, I move on
through dense, white fog.
Where I go I do not know.

Like a gossamer floating in the wind,
An ocean's current, a forest fire
My path is random

The silence echoes in the haze,
my footsteps forgotten,
overtaken by the hush of nothingness

This muteness is torture
I pray for chaos
I plead for noise

Through the mist, a memory:

A stream, a tree, a love.
A swear, a pact, an oath.
A sin. A tear. The memory fades.

I move on through the muteness.
This I deserve.
This I have earned


:-D Thought I'd connect the two poems
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It is our choices...that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.

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Postby J. Smith » Fri Aug 08, 2008 2:25 am

Traces, Spooky, Stormy, Misty, Mirage, Darlin', Beautiful, Anticipation, Hush, Tenderly


I move on through the misty hush.
Memories flood through the years
Shadows, traces of a life
filled with sadness and tears.
Filled with heartache and strife.

Ahead, a shadow, an outline, nothing more,
A woman glides toward me
I try to move. I cannot.
Her face is clear, and I can see
She gazes at me tenderly

The woman's eyes are stormy gray.
My darlin' once she was.
Beautiful and elegant, I cannot look away
In a flood, I see my flaws.
Perhaps there is a way. Perhaps I can regain.

Her arm is there, outstretched.
I cannot look away from her face.
There, on her mouth, it stains her lips.
A blemish on her thin pink lips.
It grows. It drips. Red.

I reach for her, my arm heavy.
I must warn her. The red. It stains her.
My hand is in front of me, and I see the red.
It drips from my palms. It is hers.
It is hers. It fades....

Spooky shadows everywhere.
Mirages, memories, regrets.
A tree, a stream, a love.
A vow, a bond, a promise.
A sin. A tear. A knife.

I move on my way.
Onward to nothingness
The image has faded.
This I deserve.
This I have earned.



Wow...sorry this is creepy. I freak myself out. :shock: I'm gonna go write a happy poem.
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. Aldous Huxley





It is our choices...that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.

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Postby mae » Fri Aug 08, 2008 4:41 pm

mlou's list

FORECAST: RAIN AND WIND


Clouds grew thick and the sky dark,
preparing for a violent blow.
From the coast of Africa came a wanderer
known simply as "Joe".

"Hurricane Joe", that is.

The horizon was lost in the solid gray
of water, earth and sky.
We heard a sudden screech and looking up
saw our roof go flying by.

Hurricane Joe flexed.

Through its gateway we entered the eye of the storm,
a temporary shield of sorts.
The sun shone down with a warming smile
watching foolish reporters cavort.

Joe was just takin' a breather.

Running aground half a world away
Joe slowed his frantic pace.
The devastation he'd left from his origin's sea
kept every promise he'd made.

Joe was a Number 5.


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Postby mae » Fri Aug 08, 2008 4:46 pm

Now for my list of words:


fluttered, hung, crisp, rich, full, billow, calmed, read, snuggle, slept

mae
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Give me a crit! I can take it!



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Postby Mlou » Mon Aug 11, 2008 1:26 pm

I've got to get back to everyone's lists later. Too much going on at the moment.
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Postby mae » Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:04 am

mslover's list

No twittering birds,

no barking dogs.
No one speaks
or shouts in happy relief.
The devastation is not quite complete.
How did it choose?
It seems so random.
Like a skipping child,
hopping from stone to stone,
the fire chose what it chose.

Gray and white ash coats faces
of families searching for mementos,
anything to echo a life now lived
only in memory.
Today's quiet sorrow
swallows yesterday's chaos.
Women hold each other, sobbing,
as their husbands wipe their eyes
with the backs of ash-covered hands.

They tried, the men did,
to save their homes,
their lives.
But garden hose streams
could not deny
the fire's appetite.

That was yesterday.
Today gossamer tendrils of smoke
drift toward a sun
doubly hidden
by smoke
and the rain clouds
that finally came.

mae
My heart beats in poetry. I think in rhythm and dream in rhyme.



Give me a crit! I can take it!



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