A poetry challenge...

[whereismynotecard]

Not the most fun for me.

They are the most fun to me... because my brain cannot handle anything else.

 

[S-word]

I wonder... does anyone want to practice writing some poetry with me?

I want to explore different poetry types - I'd like to pick a type of poem - like choosing different types of meter and rhyme, etc, and each of us contribute a poem of whatever type... you get the picture.
Any interest?

(An Aussie quid =one pound or two dollars)

Well, I got a dog and his name is Willy
He might look dumb, but he ain't silly
He's a little dog and he's kind of reddish brown
I stick some change in his collar ya see
And he gets the local news for me
Hes the smartest dog you'll find around this town
But there come a day when I had no change
So I give him a quid, so I'm to blame
Cos he didn't come home and it was gettin dark
So I wandered through the streets of town
And it was late when he was found
Canoodling with a poodle in the park
Then I kicked the mongrel in the butt
And said, "Willy, you betrayed me trust
Why the hell did you do it to me freind?"
Then he licked his bum and scratched his head
And turned and looked at me and said,
"That's the first time that I've had a quid to spend
And If I get the chance I'd do it all agen."
Smart little dog is Willy___ he's my best friend. S-word

 

[S-word]

I wonder... does anyone want to practice writing some poetry with me?

I want to explore different poetry types - I'd like to pick a type of poem - like choosing different types of meter and rhyme, etc, and each of us contribute a poem of whatever type... you get the picture.

Any interest?

Come travel with me on a journey through time
Not in some capsul but with our minds.
To the inner most sanctuary will we descend
To that single cell from which your body began
In the Holy of Holies where all is one
Where all of space and time is joined
We'll mingle there with other minds
From other lands in other times
Minds of the past who seem dead and gone
And minds of the future who are yet unborn
For they in their time, whether here on this world
Or some distant planet to which they've been lured
May enter their inner most sanctuary too
And there, perhaps they'll merge with you
Ah, to travel through space in the wink of an eye
Merged with your child from some world way on high
And if this be but madness, then madness it be,
But come my mad brothers, come, follow me. S-word

 

[TurkeyOnRye]

To Be.

The only thing
that humans can
surely know exists
is existence itself.

Being
is the true universal.

Being
transcends everything,
both literally and figuratively
because
it's the only thing
that absolutely everything
has in common.

Being
is the self-fulfilling concept.
It needs no "why?"
because "why?"
is subject to being.

We are
so that we may be.

-ToR

 

[S-word]

She was the first of God's creations, with her God made the world
He named that woman 'Wisdom' and in her arms I now am furled
She sings her songs of mystery with words that tease the mind
Suggestive of some ecstacy, erotic yet divine
She fiddles on my heart strings and with her magic bow
Sweet tunes contrived in heaven from my heart and mind now flow
The loquacious liquid from her lips expands my feeble mind
With each and every precious kiss, I reel as if from wine
And babble incoherent words, unable to express
The wonders I envision when our lips are tightly pressed. S-word

 

[whereismynotecard]

Here's a poem I wrote in 7th grade, when I was 12. It's pretty good:

"I like to go swimming in water,
So I will not be any hotter.
I like to get cool,
While inside the pool;
My dad says I look like an otter!"

Pretty awesome, hm?

 

[whereismynotecard]

I better make sure to add that my poems don't require too much effort... I mean, I'm pretty stupid, but I don't want you guys thinking TOO low of me. Any remarks I make about how great my poems are are purely sarcastic. I'll go write another now.

 

[whereismynotecard]

Tater Tots
By: Hannah

There was a time when I yearned for a tot.
A nice fine tater, crispy and hot.
Oh how I like to munch them all day.
Just two low prices is all that I pay.

The first low price is that from the store.
It might cost a dollar or maybe cost more.
But the second price is what mighn't be worth it.
The second price paid is how fat I will get!

Sometimes you must choose
What battle you'll lose.
Will you give up your tot
Just to look hot?

Or is it worth it to be fat,
For a tater like that?
My choice is smart, I think, yes I do
I'll be not fat and have taters too!

Eat them sparingly I will,
Or baked on a grill,
So not covered in greese,
My fatness will cease!!

 

[S-word]

I wonder... does anyone want to practice writing some poetry with me?

I want to explore different poetry types - I'd like to pick a type of poem - like choosing different types of meter and rhyme, etc, and each of us contribute a poem of whatever type... you get the picture.

Any interest?

I thought when I first read your threads beginning, that you were going to choose a theme, something like, say, an old man with two daughters where one gets married, leaving the other as the sole carer for her father, then a lover comes on the scene etc, with you writting the first verse and others adding to it, keeping to your meter, rhyme and rhythm. It would have been a good exercise to see if the group could control the poem or whether the poem itself would drag the group in the direction that it wanted to flow. I would have thought that nearly every participater would visualise an end to which they would attempt to steer the group. Myself when writting poetry often choose an ending then write the poem only to find that it receives a life of its own which I must follow to the end that the poem itself has determined.