The moonlight breaks upon the city spires Falling on cemented steel and stone, Upon the grayness of telephone wires, Humming in whispered monotone. The clothes behind the tenement, Hang like ghosts suspended from the lines, Linking each apartment to each indifferent, Eerie strange dancer as the moonlight shines.
There is no magic from your presence here, Country moon, sad moon, Straining to stay in sight, Whose silver seems antique and so severe Against the glow of a streetlamps sodium Light.
Go spill your beauty on the waning faces Of meadow flowers that bloom a thousand hues, Waiting on tiptoe in their wild far off spaces, To drink your wine mixed with sweetest dews.
I fell up the stairs on my way to bed (at Least that's what my dear wife said) I hugged the dog and kissed him sweetly She said I was then undressed completely
My party hat was torn, and worn askew I was feeling romantic and began to woo after twenty years I forgot my wife's name I tried Blanche? Maude? and Puddintane
I hugged the throne and cried like a baby drank Listerine and whispered "maybe"? she tucked me in and smacked my ass said "not tonight I think I'll pass"!
I guess she caught me in the refrigerator with (not my thumb) in the pie,a masturbator! without a thought she slapped my Willie said "Happy New Years now goodnight silly"!
1. Write a poem 40 lines or less inspired by one of the above photographs taken by Colleen. (I'm providing TWO to choose from this time around!)
2. Use this phrase somewhere within the poem. It can double as the title to your poem, but the phrase must appear within the body of your poem:
"until eternity"
3. Use as many of these 10 challenge words in the body of your poem as you can. You don't have to use them all -- this is the most difficult part of the challenge. Use enough to enhance your poem, you want it to make sense and you don't want to force it. If you can use them all and are able to produce a great poem, bonus points for you!
Her face a perfect oval, like a circle, that been gently compressed by a slamming refrigerator door Sexual thoughts tumble in my head, making and breaking alliances like panties in a dryer without Cling Free. And I could not wait to see what fate this bovine beauty, chewing her gum like it was cud, had in store I was a stranger in a crowd, a thousand pound camouflaged guerrilla in the room, yet she chose me. She grew on me like she was a colony of E. coli, and I was room temperature raw beef. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever, with a whistling lisp from falsetto false teeth I was a manly man as tall as a six-foot tree, yet.. I could be a tempest in a teacup We dated at Boston Common, our swan boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t. Her pearlescent false teeth, were like a sows ear dipped in wine, My hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, j ust like maggots when you fry them in hot grease. I fell for her like My heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River Who wouldn't? But,....Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do, it was errant. Like a ballerina she rose gracefully en Pointe, extended one chubby leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant. and died like an English Setter at a point Now not one for full blown panickin' I replaced her with a fully blown mannequin
But..I'm just winging it in my own inimitable way.
This is that and that is this he mumbled incoherently in a stoned out state of bliss the Caterpillar smiled craftily
Whooo are you he queried as he smoked and she choked and on a mushroom tarried
In a land where proper diction and grammar are improperly spoken where reality blurs to fiction as all the rules are emphatically broken...
This is a palindrome red leters read forward and back....poem reads top down or bottom up.....
In mirror cinquains, the line-count is reversed in the second, or mirror, stanza (there are two stanzas in a mirror, or an even number - 4, 6, 8, etc., since each cinquain needs its mirror stanza). So, using the usual syllable counting convention, a mirror cinquain = 2,4,6,8,2 blank line 2,8,6,4,2 syllables. This pattern can repeat for even longer mirror sequences.
A grey dawn as acid rain softly falls Pitter pattering, melting everything As old mother nature plaintively calls While brown sulfuric breezes sing People lie fizzing out on the sidewalk Bloated faces grimace as in, "Who farted?" Bring your Kevlar umbrella and chalk To outline the dear and quite departed Birds sizzle and plop down on the grass Rusting cars speckled in peeling paint The end is near you bet your hairy ass Or maybe I'm just trippin' and it really aint
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