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mcornetto
Posted: May 31st, 2012, 12:33am Report to Moderator
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The world stops like a film frame
when I look in your dark magenta eyes
in the sky at night, all its purple
stolen from the stars by seagulls
who make the wind do their bidding
I look deep into your eyes so dark
where colors dance on flames of light
in the sky at night where stolen purple
rises from the sea to fill the gaps
between the clouds that could be used
as jewels by native Americans
before they knew they were indigenous
when they  loved the land that
rises from the sea to mountains made
of snow white snow or are they clouds
before they're tooled by trickster seagulls
who bid the wind to take them up
to summits unreachable as naked men
then again, in your dark magenta eyes
anything is possible.
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mcornetto
Posted: May 31st, 2012, 2:22am Report to Moderator
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Good work Dena, Heretic and Mark,

Two more poems to go.  


Day 9:


Use this image to find an inspiration for the poem:

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Seven
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i passed a drug test
so i could work
in a factory
i hate

A place where
everyone brags about how much they drink.

Just shoot me now.

Worst poem ever, I know. But the images reminded me of a rorschach test. And after having just worked a 12 hour shift at my new job, that's what came to mind.

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mcornetto
Posted: May 31st, 2012, 4:27am Report to Moderator
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No it's not the worst poem.  I liked it actually.  Short, sweet and to the point.
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Pale Yellow
Posted: May 31st, 2012, 4:16pm Report to Moderator
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Sevennnnn....loved it!
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Heretic
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Seven, I like that one!  Its wry humour, and of course its relatability, make it very satisfying.

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Rorschach

When he sees those ink blotches
scattered across the page like dead
insects he wants to reach down
with hard fingers and push the
liquid skeleton of individuals into
the same shape so that, bones
backwards and joints lolling and
legs twisted into errant smiles, he
can pick them up by one, all ranked
and formed, and push teeth into
them and make them all whole.
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Ledbetter
Posted: May 31st, 2012, 8:39pm Report to Moderator
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Moth...
moth...
butterfly...
butterfly...
beautiful pregnant butterfly...
young mean moth...
new born monarch...
moth...
moth...
moth hitting me...
moth...
moth...
broken winged monarch...
moth...
moth...
butterfly leaving...
moth...
dead old moth...
beaten scarred monarch...
new cocoon...
butterfly...
beautiful new butterfly


Shawn......><
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Pale Yellow
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Stained...interpretation into the unknown universe...
Disorder in the daisy patch as sprites flutter above...
A firefly spits inky black into a sea of neutral...
Marshmallows of insight roast upon a stick of dynamite...
Tanner than a pale yellow and the fire dances combustible dope...
Blotting...blogging....prodding...flogging....
Cat'o nine tails laps a sea of oblivion but the ink doesn't stop...
It drops like rain among the multitude...brains of stain....
The black clogs the white, as good evil does fight....
A battle of nine lives but the cat coughs up a hairball....
The universe on the floor, drowning in the inky shadows...
Ice skating on quarters the size of half dollars where money doesn't matter...
And insurance isn't assurance and life never ends  but is infinite....
In the ink...a finger...it draws a horizontal figure eight on the clouds....
To infinity and beyond, and I'm not even a light year buzzed...
No wood in the furnace but a monster in the closet...
The ink runs down the clouds, lands on my wings...
Like a bird soaked in oil, I fall crashing to the ocean of blackness...
With a splash like the biggest bang, all the ink disappears ….
Leaving only white paper....and in the right corner …
A blot of black ink, left, at the end of it all ...and I swear it says............
FADE OUT
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mcornetto
Posted: May 31st, 2012, 10:13pm Report to Moderator
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Will you see the same thing I do
when angels dance themselves free?
What of the chains that hold them
when we agree to disagree?

What would the poets write if
we all think things the same
and you all agree with my view,
no matter whose view we blame?

You will see the same thing I do
when the demons escape to hell,
fleeing from peace on this earth
like a thief from an alarm bell.

Then we'll sing a song in harmony
but the tune will sound all wrong
because we're all singing monotone
after all that is the song.

You will sing the same note I do
when we humans live in peace
there can be no different humans
otherwise we need police.

So next time that you might argue
do it with a major smile
while peace on earth's a great cause,
conflict's what makes living worthwhile.
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Thanks people. And wow, all of the above poems are well done, fun to read. Ledbetter's I read machine gun like, like the cat pictured in his avatar. Had me laughing.

Heretic's was very descriptive. It could inspire a script.

Pale Yellow's, another one that made me smile. It felt freeing to read, as if nothing was held back -- this is the mood I want to be in when I finally return to writing!

Micahael's, well constructed, well thought out with an ending I wasn't expecting but very much liked.
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mcornetto
Posted: June 1st, 2012, 4:13am Report to Moderator
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Well done all!  

Day 10

The last day and the last poem.  Use this image to inspire it.

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Ledbetter
Posted: June 1st, 2012, 6:57pm Report to Moderator
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From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to be seen than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done

Some say eat or be eaten
Some say live and let live
But all are agreed as they join the stampede
You should never take more than you give
In the circle of life
It's the wheel of fortune
It's the leap of faith
It's the band of hope
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle, the circle of life

Some of us fall by the wayside
And some of us soar to the stars
And some of us sail through our troubles
And some have to live with the scars

There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round
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Ledbetter
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Okay, I know it was wrong to lift Elton John’s “Circle of Life”

I know it was wrong, Michael, but you and Pale have taken over the poem challenge and I felt scared.

Okay? There I said it! I was afraid…
I was…
I am…
Wait, stop… I feel a poem…
Or a soliloquy
It’s not a haiku
But, if you’ll let me,
I’ll tell it to you

I said from the very start,
My need for the word Nantucket
So there, I just said it
It felt good, so fock it

This tryst shows of late
Lovers of poems each a wait
Not for the next challenged attempt
But only that their poem was great

So, I bid you a fond adieu
And ask only one small thing of you
That when this is through
Delete the c rap I wrote
As you famously always do

To all my Simply Scripters
To the lovers and the bitchurs
It’s been great to write a poem
Because this writer has a home

Thanks for the great challenge.

It was fun!

Shawn…..><
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mcornetto
Posted: June 1st, 2012, 8:41pm Report to Moderator
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But seriously a poem has a life
like a man through his span
there's a start, some verse, then an end.

But it is born from a seed, not an egg
and a sperm, watch it squirm
from its start, it breaks its casing.

Interlacing words that arise like vines
sometimes quick into sticks
sometimes stones when the poet's mad.

And then an innocent child might play
like it knows where it goes,
instead it becomes an adult.  

That is when it tries to find its meaning
which may hide, closed inside,
or is displayed proudly each line.

Then later in its life, when it gets old
it may tire, no more fire
in its belly, but not its soul.

At the end, it's more than ready to go
it lays down on some noun,
a last word that leaves it in peace.
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Pale Yellow
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Life

Nothing but a zygote and lust,
An egg and sperm they meet...
All to become again dust,
For survival we all compete.



Ok ...ok...I know the shortest poem of my life SIMPLICITY ....SHORT SWEET
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