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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 7:22 pm
by Mlou
1. Today is Cinco de Mayo so perhaps a poem with the flavor of Mexico? Any style or length.

2. Do you bend in the wind like a poplar and rise again when it's gone? Or are you the oak that takes whatever life throws at it? Think about a poem that deals with the various ways we handle stress.

3. The word list never seems to become boring. Here's one for this week.
thread, trail, colored, word, only, castaway, sign, burn/burning, quiet, blank

Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 9:29 am
by mae
Yea!!!! Another challenge, finally! I shouldn't complain, though. I'm still working on the word list from the last one - that was up for three weeks!

Anyway, I'll be back with my offerings.


Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 10:51 am
by mae
2. A little long


Remnants of the night rains
sparkle on a young oak’s leaves.
Bending low in homage to Wind,
she learns to yield.
Near her in the wood
stand others of birch, cottonwood
and willow in the wet places,
growing a community.

Sun warms, rains drench

Oak grows tall,
roots grasping at the deep earth.
Gaining strength in the storms,
she learns to stand firm.
Cottonwood spreads her seed
with abandon,
joining roots with her young,
finding strength for the winds.

Willow frolics and plays
in the puddles and mud,
bending this way and that
as the wind sends her.
Popping up wherever she meets sun,
she forms a grove,
bound each to another,
growing thick and strong.

Birch stands proud,
beautiful and unbending,
content to spread her roots
through the soft topsoil.

Sun warms, rains drench
The wood trembles as the sky darkens.
Wind gathers its forces for assault.
The gale comes, waging battle
against the trees.

Cottonwood and willow leaves fly,
stripped by the angry wind.
Branches bend, yielding,
finding stability in bonded roots.
Wind tears at the oak
standing above the rest,
roots grasping at the earth’s belly.
Relenting, Wind moves on.

But she exults.
Birch lies broken, toppled.
Growing in lonely pride,
she fell, alone.


Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 11:01 am
by Olsenpotter
Various ways that we handle stress...thats an interesting way of saying it. Here are my thoughts. I'm trying something new...not sure that it works.

Gender Transformations

There are 6 rows of seats
32 girls, the teacher (also a woman) and 1 man.

It's interesting
the way they split themselves
up into groups.

The front row sleeps and never reads,
and yet
when the teacher passes out
tests, they scream.

The second row is the geeks,
who read every word,
underline every sentence,
and bring tape records to class.

The third and fourth row remain
except for the solitary man,
who doesn't chat,
doesn't comment,
but gets A's on the tests.

The fifth row are cheerleaders.

And the sixth row, the back row,
is made up of the single moms,
the overweighters, the strugglers,
the ones who need Prozac to live.

It's interesting because every time
the teacher gives hand outs
she starts at the
back of the room.

Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 9:07 am
by Olsenpotter
Cinco De Mayo

It's odd having a birthday the day before
Cinco De Mayo.

I tell everyone I was born on
Quarto de Mayo

but they don't care; all they care about is
Cinco de Mayo

with the drinking and laughing and celebrating.
Quatro de Mayo

really pales in comparison to the great Mexican holiday
Cinco de Mayo.

Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 11:49 am
by Mlou
I'm glad to see the thread is bearing fruit. *smile* OP, your poems always pique the interest because they look at things in an individual way. I love to see how poets take various branches leading away from the same root.
Looks like I have branches and roots in mind, after reading mae's poem.Isn't it great the way nature has built in a certain self-protective instinct, even into plants? Nice take on the suggestion, mae.
Hope we'll see some more. Don't know where everyone is hiding lately. :scratch:

Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 7:54 pm
by JillStar
I'm thinking on that word list actually... I can sense a serious poem coming from the mix you have there.

Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 10:30 am
by *Elle*
Crying,moping and more crying
Is the way to handle stress
Somedays all you want is to be left alone and then
Others you just want to cry
And tell your story to someone who cares
Or at least says they care
When most don't

Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 11:23 am
by mae
Whatever works, Elle! mae

Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 4:10 pm
by *Elle*
mae, Ha ha...Not much inspiration when I wrote that.

Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 1:34 pm
by mslover
i have no sombrero
to shade my eyes from daylight
nor place of nature
to rest my weary soul
I only move
one moment to the next
in silent contemplation
of life’s next lemon.


Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 3:25 pm
by Mlou
Well! It was sounding pretty good until the last line! :-D You know what they say, when life gives you a lemon, make lemonade!

Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 11:35 pm
by mae
I love lemonade! mae

Word List Attempt

Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 2:56 am
by funkywriter3
The title explains it all.

My First Bar Experience as a College Student

A rumbling engine goes
down the thread path of
blank stares as visitors approach.
An Open sign flickers against
the backdrop of a middle of
nowhere Alabama trail that
ends with the
p Zone.
Only it’s a little burning
bush of a bar, suspended in a
ghostly exorcism of nicotine.
And it shakes as drunken rednecks
attempt the bump and grind,
while teenagers pick off
half empty bottles of Bud Light
with their underage brands of Sharpie.
A cluster of liberal arts castaways
observe a biker, in his bandana
and Harley jacket do the nasty
with a blond chick, in
tight blue jean shorts:
p It like it’s hot.
A bar regular in his Zeppelin shirt
takes a swig at the flirting game
approaching the college students,
as a quiet woman wearing her
Cougar Pit camouflage shirt
watches her whiter than white
lover try to dance
like the stoned colored man.
She looks in the empty glass
wishing her husband would use words
to swoon her like a young flirtatious teen
and not
p his drink on her shirt.

:D SMc