first she was ice skating upside down on the sky holding a pointy paper airplane cup up like a hat to her pigtails
I considered her the prettiest and the cutest boy in corderoy thought she was sex-eeeee
but yes (you may have already guessed) the father was very strict
& something happened something disgusting
like a rat chewing through the sun
maybe her pants were too tight or maybe the lawless look in her eye
cause then her lights went out her flight got cancelled she started to play the wrong notes on the recorder and trip on her rainbow shoestrings in the hallways
we had to leave her there stumbling through her Tchaikovsky routine
losing the music
we were in a rush and none of us not one of us knew what to do
Oversea, oversea I loved you long and hard Softly with the walking of my feet Tenderly with the creaking of a ship Warmly with the good-natured screaming Of a blinded giant I must harden myself as the wind blows Harshly over the place we once lay, now cold It is almost as if Ten years Melt with the flaring of youth Your suitors cluster around me And I can no longer pull the bow I left as a challenge to myself Long ago
Gentle yellow blanket Sewn leaf by leaf The underlay carpet before a white winter.... But its so warm, its unnerving. These falling rainbows which we shuffle through, so lush, too lush. Overfeeding a fat part of earth, while another portion lay starved, full of a humanity ravenous, eagerly watching us. Are they hearding us waiting for the right moment to sink their jaws and draw out our goodness? We must prepare for this to happen. Not in the way of force or violence, but keep our souls in mind. That no matter what they take from us, Our glass buildings, our food, our means of wealth. We have to keep our hearts beating, no matter how broken. Remember the things that cannot be taken. For without that we cannot flourish. Just as the trees so amongst this toxic hell we must keep growing up through those who want to keep us down.
If you think THIS is bad,
ReplyDeleteYou should have seen...
Old Jersey
Puberty:
ReplyDeletethe Hungarian girl
still haunts me
first
she was ice skating
upside down on the sky
holding a pointy paper airplane cup
up like a hat to her pigtails
I considered her the prettiest
and the cutest boy in corderoy
thought she was sex-eeeee
but yes (you may have already guessed)
the father was
very strict
& something happened
something disgusting
like a rat chewing through the sun
maybe her pants were too tight
or maybe the lawless look in her eye
cause then
her lights went out
her flight got cancelled
she started to play the wrong notes
on the recorder and trip
on her rainbow shoestrings in the hallways
we had to leave her there
stumbling through her Tchaikovsky routine
losing the music
we were in a rush
and none of us
not one of us knew what to do
so much depends
ReplyDeleteupon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
william_c_williams@yahoo.com
Oversea, oversea
ReplyDeleteI loved you long and hard
Softly with the walking of my feet
Tenderly with the creaking of a ship
Warmly with the good-natured screaming
Of a blinded giant
I must harden myself as the wind blows
Harshly over the place we once lay, now cold
It is almost as if
Ten years
Melt with the flaring of youth
Your suitors cluster around me
And I can no longer pull the bow
I left as a challenge to myself
Long ago
CinnamonGhoul
j_gulbranson@Hotmail.com
Gentle yellow blanket
ReplyDeleteSewn leaf by leaf
The underlay carpet before a white winter....
But its so warm, its unnerving.
These falling rainbows which we shuffle through, so lush, too lush.
Overfeeding a fat part of earth,
while another portion lay starved, full of a humanity ravenous, eagerly watching us.
Are they hearding us waiting for the right moment to sink their jaws and draw out our goodness?
We must prepare for this to happen.
Not in the way of force or violence,
but keep our souls in mind.
That no matter what they take from us,
Our glass buildings, our food, our means of wealth.
We have to keep our hearts beating,
no matter how broken.
Remember the things that cannot be taken.
For without that we cannot flourish.
Just as the trees so amongst this toxic hell we must keep growing up through those who want to keep us down.
The Problem of Universals:
ReplyDeleteWhen nothing comes to mind I
think; move metaphysical,
In the rain,
Writhing like Brigitte Bardot on
the cusp of spring.
Someone mowed the grass
On an
artificial plane,
But it’s not proper
To remove my shoes.
Paint can jazz blared through
Plexiglas walls so,
I got metaphysical,
Shoes and all.
Brainwaves manic with
Punches of color,
Moon, sun, cold, heat, flame.
When a problem comes,
I get metaphysical.
Electric shock stars,
the devil comes through.
I’m blowing a fuse,
a metaphysical muse.
Christina3kye
Christina3kye@yahoo.com
What an interesting idea
ReplyDeleteI’m quite amused.
This may be the only entry
That’s Dr. Seuss-infused.
What a silly claim,
You may be thinking.
Now I must think extra hard
To keep it from sinking.
So judges be wary,
Readers take heed.
This might not be
The most serious poem you'll read.
One question I have
To which an answer must be found:
Is the name of this challenge
Grammatically sound?
We know it must be;
BBC News tells us so.
But we are not British
So methinks “No, no, no!”
It sounds a smidgen fishy,
Poet laureate not preceded by an “a.”
But thanks to beloved Google
We know that this issue is indeed gra/ey.
But this is no time
For frivolous chatter!
We are due to discuss
The heart of the matter.
Much time has been wasted
Akin to a withered flower.
Yes, friends and foes,
It is now time to shower!
So good luck to you all
Both poets and non.
Please don’t forget
To turn the humor on!