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The 10 day poetry challenge has begun.  For each of those 10 days write a poem based on a topic selected from

http://www.google.com.au/trends/hottrends?sa=X

or

http://www.trendingtopics.org/

and post the poem in this thread.  Anyone can enter or exit at any time.   Have fun and good luck all.  

Topics for Day 1:

Jack Kevorkian
Nick Clegg
Bigotry
Volcano
Theo van Gogh (film director)
B.o.B
Volcanic ash
Kick Ass
British Airways Flight 9
Christina Hendricks
Tim Tebow
Katla
Gang Starr
Muhammad
Carl Williams (criminal)
Dorothy Height
Lalit Modi
Reactive oxygen species
Gerry Ryan
May Day
Freddy Krueger
A Nightmare on Elm Street
Suzanne Tamim
Exxon Valdez oil spill
Expo 2010
Jackie Earle Haley
Chelsea Handler
michael mckean
donald driver
great gatsby
sierra lamar
dancing with the stars
spacex
aroldis chapman
facebook stock
miami heat
lea michele
katherine jenkins
actuary
pacers
dwts
los angeles kings
scotty mccreery
memorial day
phoenix coyotes
rsd
howard stern


  

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                Bigotry

I hate Blacks, the Whites, The Jews,
Mosques, Churches, Temples, too.
Each Race and Nation, I disdain
England, Pakistan, Ukraine.
I hate queers, they're deviants
Straights are always utter cunts.
Stone the women, hang the men,
Build a fire for androdgynens.
Eat the rich, starve the poor,
Bury the pious, bury the whores.
Forgive me my Insanity,
Cleanse the Earth of humanity.
I even hate myself, you see...


In this world of Perfect Bigotry.
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Volcano

Hard emotions
subjected to your stresses
fracture and then melt.  

The magma of my mind
churns under pressure
searching for that weak spot.

When my mouth opens
it spews, pyroclastic --
scalding hot words.

But don't worry,
they'll cool to igneous rocks
before they hit you.
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Quoted from Scar Tissue Films
                Bigotry


Good work, Rick.  I enjoyed that.

About four more hours to go for this day everyone else.
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Day 2 words...


neil diamond
chaka khan
phillip phillips
jim parsons
steven tyler
fantasia
facebook lawsuit
celtics
udonis haslem
facebook stock
kate gosselin
aerosmith
michael mckean
jordin sparks
great gatsby
indy 500
bethenny frankel
devils
memorial day
gi joe retaliation
Bret Michaels
Iceland
Stephen Hawking
Guru (rapper)
Glee (TV series)
Kick-Ass (film)
Reactive oxygen species
Boeing X-37
Jack Kevorkian
Nick Clegg
Bigotry
Volcano
Theo van Gogh (film director)
B.o.B
Volcanic ash
Kick Ass
British Airways Flight 9
Christina Hendricks
Tim Tebow
Katla
Gang Starr
Muhammad
Carl Williams (criminal)
Dorothy Height
Lalit Modi
Reactive oxygen species
Gerry Ryan
May Day
Freddy Krueger
A Nightmare on Elm Street
Suzanne Tamim
Exxon Valdez oil spill
Expo 2010
Jackie Earle Haley
Chelsea Handler
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Robert Englund, John Saxon and Johnny Depp,
Teens plagued with disturbing dreams as they slept.
Taunted by a man scarier than Lex Luger,
If he comes while you sleep, his name's Freddy Krueger.

A severely burned figure with razor sharp claws,
And if he gets close, you better have gauze.
He'll slash you and cut you and rip you to bits,
He may even pause to glance at your tits.

Be ready for ole Freddy to visit your dream,
He's only imaginary but real he will seem.
And if you wake with a rip in your gown,
You must not sleep, you mustn't lie down.

From your nightmares -- he will come alive,
He's creepier than anything you could contrive.
Stay awake if you want to beat this old villain,
For once your eyes close, he's ready for killin.

A disfigured face, and his red and green sweater,
His metal-clawed glove he loves even better.
He will come to you at night when you're fast asleep,
Be ready to run, for the wounds will go deep.

He'll stalk you and chase you through the old boiler room,
And if he gets close, you may meet your doom.
No Doz, Speed..swallow what it may take,
To keep you wired and steadfast awake.

His name's Freddy Krueger, he comes in the night,
And even though a nightmare, you better take flight.
If he catches you, he'll slash you, your maker you'll meet,
So DO stay away from Nightmares on Elm Street!
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Superstatic invisible oxides... colliding, destroying -- like an atomic war in the tender walls of my thoughtless mitochondria. Devastating catalysts to my DNA, RNA...metabolizing destruction emulating down a dangling electron transport chain of events to spurn creativity while only killing me, as I fight through every round of writer's block.

Free radical testing on gerbils and mice. Aging on a massive level, nibbling on my cellular being like fleas and lice...cloning, creating – growing in a laboratory dish only to decompose as apoptosomes bind, activating germ-like free-floating proteins only to capsize in a sea of denaturation and phagocytosis.

I reach...grasp for a daisy..but my hand comes back with only science -- filling my brain waves with malignant raindrops full of chromosomes screaming to break free from a wall of hydrogen that binds  hopes and dreams against an ocean of darkness...where science meets the night and fight or flight -- it explodes with possibilities of both energies yin and yang exposing the powers of survival in perfect balance and then a light goes off in mine eyes --  and I get back to....

My writing.
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Quoted from Pale Yellow

My writing.


Very good yelllow.  Enjoyed both of these but particularly loved the second one.  Since you wrote two, I guess you're in it for the challenge.

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Hey Michael
I fell asleep last nite before the witching hour so I scribbled one out this morning and then my today's one so now I'm caught up *hopefully* My words are a lil 'out there' but I'm game.
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(sung to the tune of Somebody That I Used to Know)

This Is How We Do It When I Get You Alone
Like a Virgin You Just Keep Me Hangin' On
Baby Try a Little Tenderness
What a Girl Wants Rolling in the Deep
Don't Cry for Me, Argentina, You Get What You Give

Papa, Can You Hear Me Over at the Frankenstein Place
Singin' in the Rain, Without You, Stayin' Alive
She's Not There, Dancing with Myself
It's Not Right but It's Okay, Jolene
Because You Loved Me I Just Can't Stop Loving You

Don't Stop Believin', Express Yourself
I've Gotta Be Me For He's a Jolly Good Fellow
Lucky I Just Want to Hold Your Hand
What I Did for Love, The Only Exception
Paradise by the Dashboard Light
Rumour Has It I'll Remember Someone Like You
We Got the Beat Sing, Sing, Sing
The Glee cast covers songs that I used to know.

The Glee cast covers songs that I used to know.
The Glee cast covers songs that I used to know.

EDIT: Finally got to try this with the music.  It could have been a bit better -- but it's the thought that counts.  If it's any consolation it took me a while to do this.

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Day 3

Changed up the word list.  Got rid of wiki trends because they don't change enough.  Using google trends and Reference.com trends...

Here's the words...

etan patz
times picayune
memorial day
john legend
hakeem nicks
million dollar baby
bodega
miami heat
pacers
fleet week
jim parsons
chernobyl
bill clinton
dwyane wade
basketball wives
lolo jones
spacex
allen iverson
indiana pacers
sugarland
Magnanimous
Funky
Yokel
Degrading
Chrestomathy
Sasquatch
Diablo
Skydive
Canuck
Pornographically
Prudent
Frugal
Obtuse
Meticulous
Egalitarian
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Quoted from mcornetto
(sung to the tune of Somebody That I Used to Know)

This Is How We Do It When I Get You Alone
Like a Virgin You Just Keep Me Hangin' On
Baby Try a Little Tenderness
What a Girl Wants Rolling in the Deep
Don't Cry for Me, Argentina, You Get What You Give

Papa, Can You Hear Me Over at the Frankenstein Place
Singin' in the Rain, Without You, Stayin' Alive
She's Not There, Dancing with Myself
It's Not Right but It's Okay, Jolene
Because You Loved Me I Just Can't Stop Loving You

Don't Stop Believin', Express Yourself
I've Gotta Be Me For He's a Jolly Good Fellow
Lucky I Just Want to Hold Your Hand
What I Did for Love, The Only Exception
Paradise by the Dashboard Light
Rumour Has It I'll Remember Someone Like You
We Got the Beat Sing, Sing, Sing
The Glee cast covers songs that I used to know.

The Glee cast covers songs that I used to know.
The Glee cast covers songs that I used to know.

EDIT: Finally got to try this with the music.  It could have been a bit better -- but it's the thought that counts.  If it's any consolation it took me a while to do this.


GOOD job Michael! Wow....songwriter! Impressed!
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SPACEX

Cosmic culmination, a sci-fi Deliverance aka the Dragon...a capsule of cargo shooting through the atmosphere. The stars shake, quake...tremble with fear at a loss of light year as the orbital ship rockets through midnight atop a Falcon 9.

Over my head, beyond the millions of dollars that should be in my grasp this very moment for my slavery to the keyboard, carelessly pushed aside for a commercial spaceship that is called a dragon but doesn't even breathe fire. They call it quantum fluctuations in science, I call it just another story where the writer forgot to write the words FADE OUT.

As it nears the space station, international they call it, NASA's all over it like a maggot on a corpse, the Dragon's only eyes, its thermal imagers...its mission a rendezvous..while I watch all I can think is that I wish this dragon could break free, shatter the chains that hold it captive -- in bondage ...a slave to the dollar and scientific advancement.

And just when “they” think they have this Dragon by the tail, it spins around, turns towards the big planet we call Earth. Free at last, its mouth opens wide. Beautiful flames of red and yellow burst like an enormous torch. And with one final roar, the Dragon...... turns us into ash.
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When a buttefly smokes helium
and a memory watches TV,
I lie facedown in a pool of syrup
and Obtuse, he says hi to me.

He says it silently, however
Then rain arises from fiery hell
where choirs of angels sing of their release
and Obtuse, he wishes me well

It's dark, dank and dire where he comes from
and the nights they treat you mean
He thought that he could help when I called him
instead Obtuse, he flees the scene.

Though he imparts me with his motive
I'm not sure that I understand
but somehow I'll always remember
that Obtuse, he is close at hand.
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Good job Michael! I like!
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The explosion nears
I hear the sound approaching
My dream - Chernobyl
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Quoted from nawazm11
The explosion nears
I hear the sound approaching
My dream - Chernobyl


Thought I'd go a little easy and do a Haiku.
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Well done yellow and happy we could inspire a poem out of you Mohammad.  

Day 4

The next list of words are the top academic words used by families.  Hopefully they might inspire a few others to write some poetry.  

analysis
approach
area
assessment
assume
authority     
available
benefit
concept
consistent
constitutional
context
contract
create
data
definition
derived
distribution
economic
environment
established
estimate
evidence
export
factors
financial
formula
function
identified
income
indicate
individual  
interpretation
involved
issues
labour
legal
legislation
major
method
occur
percent
period
policy
principle
procedure
process
required
research
response
role
section
sector
significant  
similar
source
specific
structure
theory
variable
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DISTRIBUTION

A methodical way to determine one's self worth,
Output...input it's all about weights and measures.
Income distribution, per capita sizing us up like gold or silver,
Negative effects of classifications and black market economic discrimination.

A lucrative invention of moving stuff,
FedEx, UPS, USPS, even Dominos Pizza.
The ability of a particle and its changing spatial accessibility,
An increase in supply will surely push the gas pedal.

Leading into travel distribution or people moving,
Car, boats, planes, trains, even a horse and carriage, if you're Amish.
Congestion, pollution, traffic lights, parking tickets,
Equates to nothing more than trips generated and probabilities of cost.

And then there is....

Theatrical release, gross ticket sales, opening day at the box,
Agents, producers, directors and then distribution.
Where one's hours of writing has a single chance to shine brighter than the sun,
And travel down that distribution channel of.....sweet success.
                                                                                                             FADE OUT
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Late to the party; sorry

Out of town all week.


Today is not like another
That will ever greet me again
Uncertainty that draws me to the conclusion that
That my world dances out of control

But when decisions are made
When yes or no has been said
Those uncertainties become my conclusion
And my decisions restore my control


Shawn....><
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period

and the new sentence begins
to ramble on and then off we
go to find the meaning of a
world I knew when I was told
to watch the signs I wasn't
older than a child under
covers huddled in the night
afraid of the light, the flame,
the candle burning for the dead
instead I searched for that
reason, another lonely person
who you are on a good day I
say is who they aren't on
bad days when they rant and
shout out an exclamation

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Well done yellow and welcome to the party Shawn.

Starting Day 5 a wee bit early.  

No words today.  Wildcard day.  Pick your own topic.
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Oh like that last one tons Michael! Kudos!
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The Storm

Dark clouds loom overhead,
A tropical storm's coming they said.
They say her name is Beryl,
Hope she doesn't leave us in peril.

The wind's starting to pick up,
I'm gonna find my red solo cup.
And fill it with my favorite plum wine,
And on nuts and crackers I'll dine.

While the rain and hail get kickin,
To the red box some movies I'm pickin.
A night bunking in at the house,
With me, my cat and my spouse.

So if yall never see me again,
Remember I'm your favorite pale friend.
Pale yellow somewhere over the rainbow,
With Dorothy, the Wizard and the scarecrow.

Cheers.....................
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Though I don't write poetry. I've enjoyed reading these. There's a connection, I think, between poetry and screenwriting. Both, when they're good, have a rhythm, a kind of beat
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We congregate in cubicles
pray to electronic gods
who bring us satisfaction
in the form of apps in blogs

We fight in little boxes
that are joined by wireless
but who will be the victor
and who does Diablo bless

Our dreams are our screensavers
glassless 3D in our slumbers
we wake-up to Facebook friends
there's safety in our numbers

We once took a walk in the woods
hand-in-hand down a dirt path
colored leaves fell from a tree
while we talked and while we laughed

I uploaded the video to You Tube
it got tons of views.
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Is unconventional okay?

If so this will stand.

If not, delete but I want to say it.

It's called...

Rant!

Oh come on! Are you serious? F uck me?!
I didn’t ask for this. No F ucking way.
What? No! Bu llshit, It's not what I asked.

Of everything I said, this wasn't it and you know it.
You F ucking know it?
What?
No! And I have said it repeatedly!

I won’t do this with you again.
It's been said.
Stop and I will as well
But you won’t. The f uck you won’t.
And I can't

But you will never get it
As I cannot with your directions on me
You rule
But not in my world
Only in your one puppet kingdom

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Wow Day 6,  halfway through.....

Excellent entries from Yellow (Dana, correct?) and Shawn.  

And we even have someone named Seven who enjoys reading them.  Nothing in this world can make a poet happier.  

For today's challenge I want to get emotional....

You can write about any emotion but you have to include the opposite emotion in your poem...

A poem about love must include hate (or as some people say indifference).  A poem about happiness must include sadness.  It can be any emotion and its opposite counterpart...  Go for it.    
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I've enjoyed reading them too...as much as I enjoy writing them!

Rock on!

@ Michael....it's dena.
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Pumped Up

While skipping through the forest, I came upon
a fairy ring and then it dawned on me...
How especiallly pumped up I feel this week..this day
As if  walking on clouds and singing proud.

I mean pure satisfaction like winning the lottery
Or even raised up as high as Lucy in the Sky-- but without diamonds...
Because I don't even like diamonds and to me
Money surely means everything.

Friends are so groovy as sweet as psychedelic miniblinds
And I just feel inflated to a point of total contentment...
I feel approval all around like falling into a patch of stinging nettles
While the pleasurable punctures hurt so good.

Satisfied, content, loved, full of pride and confident...
I mean totally -- pumped up!
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Hey Dena , good one.

Here's mine for today...

Crinkles on my forehead
waves on a sea of skin
signs of tubulence
below the surface

An electrical storm
measured by neuroreceptors
gates to each possibility
open and flooding

Churn from beneath
as bubbly acid  attempts
to forcefully escape from
its organic prison

And the eye stares
blindly calm, ignorant
of the clouded wall it's about
to slam into.
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Wow Michael...you can sure BRING IT.....really liked yours tonight!
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And you BRING it too, Dena.  

Day 7

Write about anything on this page...

http://towerweb.net/alt-lib/seven.shtml

or this page

http://www.buzzle.com/articles/facts-about-the-number-seven.html

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Of The Ancients


What if the Hokey Pokey, IS what it's all about?

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Quoted from mcornetto
(sung to the tune of Somebody That I Used to Know)

This Is How We Do It When I Get You Alone
Like a Virgin You Just Keep Me Hangin' On
Baby Try a Little Tenderness
What a Girl Wants Rolling in the Deep
Don't Cry for Me, Argentina, You Get What You Give

Papa, Can You Hear Me Over at the Frankenstein Place
Singin' in the Rain, Without You, Stayin' Alive
She's Not There, Dancing with Myself
It's Not Right but It's Okay, Jolene
Because You Loved Me I Just Can't Stop Loving You

Don't Stop Believin', Express Yourself
I've Gotta Be Me For He's a Jolly Good Fellow
Lucky I Just Want to Hold Your Hand
What I Did for Love, The Only Exception
Paradise by the Dashboard Light
Rumour Has It I'll Remember Someone Like You
We Got the Beat Sing, Sing, Sing
The Glee cast covers songs that I used to know.

The Glee cast covers songs that I used to know.
The Glee cast covers songs that I used to know.

EDIT: Finally got to try this with the music.  It could have been a bit better -- but it's the thought that counts.  If it's any consolation it took me a while to do this.


I know it's crazy how long doing that can take. One of the reasons I haven't gotten seduced by "the bug" this time round.

Good job, Michael. I definitely remember Bat out of Hell.

Maybe in the future when I'm feeling the desire to ride in a yellow school bus, I'll try and watch Glee. In the meantime:    



And the word on collaboration:



Sandra



A known mistake is better than an unknown truth.

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Hey Sandra,

I thought for sure you would join us for a game of Sevens.  That's why I picked the topic.  
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Sorry for my lack of involvement up to this point!  Haven't had any time at all -- unexpectedly -- but have looked back now and really enjoyed the poems up till now.  "Psychedelic miniblinds" is a stand-out little gem of word construction, by my count; and "crinkles on my forehead" is one of my favourite images!


Seventh Son

When he stands over the stretched figure
there’s a calmness in his hands that
belies his sword’s hilt, crusted with blood
where his twine-wrapped fingers clenched
and dripped through the clamour of
violence against the other, when armies
clash at the forefront of spit-flecked
condemnation and the cast of words
is bent from the iron of intent to the
melting red splash of the cries that he
calls noble, just as others call him.  His
hands move so softly now that they can
call him no other.  His fingers trace the
man’s broken skin with such fragile
venom as the winds seed the desert
they caress from rise to fall with the
desire to hold to earth and to form
skyward, and his hands upturn in
such compassion that the sigh yielded
from the wounded as his body is
returned is the glowing thankfulness
of conviction.
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Seven wise sages uncover the truth
in a crypt only seven could find
One of the sages ran off with some proof
that exploded in his face, now he's blind.

Six wise sages split up all the facts
in what was supposedly even shares
One of the sages was given the axe
when another sage split his hairs.  

Five wise sages have carried their find
to their homes on each corner of the globe
One of those sages began to unwind
and was relieved of his frontal lobe.

Four wise sages try to find their nook
as their veracity they debate
One of those sages writes a tell-all book
And quite promptly that sage becomes late.

Three wise sages feel fear for their lives
when they finally do all of the math
One of those sages he plays with some knives
and he cuts himself bad in the bath.

Two wise sages know that one wants it all
and decide they should fight to the death
One of those sages, he hires Darth Maul
to use the dark side on the sage left.

One wise sage he buries the truth
after a death that nature assigned
among his bones therein lies the proof
in a crypt only seven could find.

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7

Rain in my eyes, seven days it-- pours
down from the heavens above. I hear a scream so
giant coming from a tiny lady bug—luck is the
lady bug so I dive into a shimmering puddle and
scoop her up. Her winged back adorns seven perfect
black dots. She smiles, eyes of compassion and flies
into a gray sky that turns to blue. In the water's
reflection, it hits me like a pot of gold, no more than
a taffy rainbow of  sparkling red, orange, yellow green,
blue, indigo, and violet. I reach in my pocket and pull out
seven skittles and toss them down, the seeds of
life. I call for the steeds and they arrive, shod in
gold...my chariot awaits and I pull the card only
to discover a goblet filled with nitrogen.
We gallop through the wooded splendor, the
fae look upon the golden coach, and as we
pass a village gnome hiding in the brush, there
they are...Bashful, Doc, Dopey, Grumpy, Happy,
Sleepy and Sneezy...the seven dwarfs. None of
them with the name Rumpis. Snow white awakens,
calls for the Seven Lucky Gods and they arrive in
an ornate treasure ship guarded by the seven
sleepers. And then the sandman sprinkles his dust,
seven grains of it, and mine eyes grow tired, and
all I can think of is seven things I need to do
tomorrow. And sleep comes, at least seven hours of it.


Little tired to be writing tonight but......

My name consists of four letters and my birthday is on the 3rd day … 3+4=7
My husband's middle name is Seven.
Both 3 and 7 have been very magical numbers in my life.
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Hey Heretic, good entry for the challenge and welcome back.

And Dena, an entry that Sleepy would be proud of!

Day 8

Write about one or more of the colours listed on this image.


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This is the Michael and Dena show, so I thought I would jump in.

I look outside to a sheet of white
Snow it is, for it is bright
A little sticky like some Honeydew,
With a hint of MintCream that turns Alice Blue,
Or maybe Azure, no that isn`t right,
Seashell, Whitesmoke, nah more Ghostwhite
Beige it is not, for that`s merely a tan
OldLace is a character for you comic book fans,
Floral`s a pattern, while Ivory`s off-white,
Antique, is that old snow?
That would be a site.
Not as much as what made the Lavender Blush
When Linen and MistyRose showed off their tush!

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Good to see a poem, Mark!

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Colours

Women, I am told,
can tell the difference between
Chartreuse and Lawn Green, though
they look the same to me. When
I am hit, I say just that, that I
have been
hit.
I wonder if women
Have deeper words to go
with their deeper appreciation of
colours.  Not just hit or struck or punched
or socked or smashed
but words,
thin words that teeter on each
miniscule point of a looming iron scale
of the qualities of violence,
words that shiver
together
in the cold.  I wonder
if the scale they can see
is so large that it stretches out
of imagination like water running
down all sides of an upturned
bowl, or if there is
smallness
in the paint that
cannot warm the walls
so that no-one can discern it.
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Welcome Mark and Heretic! Good stuff! I haven't much energy left today been hanging with a queen vampire and me  not have any bloods left *sigh* but I'm gonna try.
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Nice one Heretic

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A Lack of Red

She lays in a silk laden coffin,
Her pale face divided by a solid line of red.
As leftover blood... my blood paints a line of satisfaction from her lips.

I struggle to lick the energy from the sunshine while she sleeps,
I trample across the broken mirror scattered over the marble foyer.
My feet shredded, red blood stains the veins in the floor but I don't stop
A roofie typed trance enhanced by a blood red full blown panic attack.

I run...scream...the pseudo stratified columnar epithelium in my throat-- inflamed,
As the sun shines through the fat rain drops on the window pain, there's no time like the present...
And with the night –she rises again, and this time I mustn't be her bullseye in the clover.

I hide in mine own mind, surrounded by bats and fireflies, struggling to make it to the door,
Out of harms way, a mushroom under a giant, and the magical kind of spore with possibilities.
If only I could make it –far far away, from this toxic, blood thirsty red eyed queen of demons,
Her only love-- to suck the last drop of plasma-- tip the scale of my colloidal osmotic pressure.

But once again, the sunlight kisses my face as she starts to come alive in her tomb,
It's a race –I'm the turtle and she is the hare times a hundred but I have the light on my face...
In my eyes...in my heart...it burns the nostalgia paralyzation from my bones, my cold body warms
As the cells regenerate, my heart pumps red life through a venous network and then there is warmth...

In my body....as I reach the exit –freedom but the devil is persistent, erect she climbs from casket,
The race continues, I fight something that isn't there but that sucks the very life out of me,
My mind cries, my eyes scream, and my lips –do nothing but quiver and she gains on my slow motion
She grabs me, hunts my jugular –but my strength returned ...enough to pull her into the light of day...

The sun kisses her skin with pleasure...And while she burns....I smile-- saved once again from that toxic red vamp knowing she will...
one day...hunt again.
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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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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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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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No it's not the worst poem.  I liked it actually.  Short, sweet and to the point.
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Sevennnnn....loved it!
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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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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


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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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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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Well done all!  

Day 10

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

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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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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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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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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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I looked
watching as the moon set

wondering if others
knew

if they realized

that
we're
alive
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We made it through all 10 days!  

Congrats to Dena who gains the honor of the title "Hardcore Poet"

And congrats to everyone else who participated, well on their way to becoming hardcore poets in their own rights.  

We'll do this again some time.

Cheers,

Michael  
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Had a blast Michael -- Thanks for setting it up!

Superfantastical weekend to you and everyone!!!!
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Great job everyone!!!!

A lot of fun.

Wish I could have been more involved though.

Even though, it was fun.

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