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The next challenge subject is 'Right Place Wrong Time' if youv'e never been there use your imagination!
As per Harry's template - Ten lines minimum, Twenty max, drop poems by midnight Sunday, last poet to post picks next challenge conditions as well as new title.
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Piscator said:
The next challenge subject is 'Right Place Wrong Time' if youv'e never been there use your imagination!
As per Harry's template - Ten lines minimum, Twenty max, no new players until this one is finished, drop poems by midnight Sunday, last poet to post picks next challenge conditions as well as new title.
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.. that one is finished so jump in
I'ma change my template if you guys are coping and pasting :D fair warning
Dr. Hook is the best. :dances:
 
Piscator said:
The next challenge subject is 'Right Place Wrong Time' if youv'e never been there use your imagination!
As per Harry's template - Ten lines minimum, Twenty max, [no new players until this one is finished,] drop poems by midnight Sunday, last poet to post picks next challenge conditions as well as new title.
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HarryHill said:
.. that one is finished so jump in
I'ma change my template if you guys are coping and pasting :D fair warning
Dr. Hook is the best. :dances:
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Just to be clear in case there are any lurking poets out there wanting to jump in, anyone is welcome to join in on this challenge....seems to me there is room to enlarge the poetry forum circle, yes? :rose:
And post by midnight your own local time, honor system.
 
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cascadiabound said:
Just to be clear in case there are any lurking poets out there wanting to jump in, anyone is welcome to join in on this challenge....seems to me there is room to enlarge the poetry forum circle, yes? :rose:
And post by midnight your own local time, honor system.
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Top post edited, yes new poets or old ones who feel so inspired, are certainly welcome.
 
Shermie and Me


A Periplaneta americana
bug shares the room with Sherman and me
in a fleabag motel at Daytona Beach,
while Shermie staples Miss April
above his bed while we stay up late,
having purchased Dr. Love's set of
3 CD's for 99.99
to listen to as we chug-a-lug,
Shermie his Diet Pepsi
and me my Diet Mountain Dew
whose chemical compound of aspartame
I was explaining to Mary Lou
at Hooters who suddenly told me
she had to fly back to Birmingham.
 
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Market Day

She was eating me with those eyes,
devouring the carnal spirit returning the gaze,
caught unaware, ravished in that instant.

A smile and nod in passing,
turning down the dairy aisle,
butter for my English muffin,
she, perusing the cheese,
and I entertaining fantasies,
walking just a little taller,
sex god.
 
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Right Place/Wrong Time: Fresh Fish

Hoochie Mama left wiper drive,
entered real time again,
imagine her poor Captain's surprise,
death-fire between battle lines,
both combatants turning to brace
this new enemy from the other.

"Jump! Jump! Fire! Fire!"
The A.I. complied; a klaxon cried,
two nearby ships died, engines writhe,
sudden gray of wiper drive, cold eerie,
wiper ghosts run down passageways,
"Battle Stations!" real time again,
crush of a near miss, return salvo,
slaughter, scream of toroid searching,
once more, for side slip threshold.

Wiper gray fades to space, clear at last She starts the chase, hunting the cunts that spoiled Hoochie's seafood delivery.


Harry's notes: This is a riff from a scene in Voyages, chapter I. when they arrive at the planet of assholes.
 
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Another Common Misunderstood Troupe, Reason On The Edge Of a Blade

I finger paint walls in my blood
caricatures of
smiling families holding hands
assuming I could have that

my shaking didgits
slash a line through the crumbling
reality of a folding paradigm
where belief has been gaslighted

righteously so
to the tune of a thousand score
of traumas
hidden under my top
the welts of scars rub against
my affinity for pain

my belief that it's what I deserve
as if the blood beneath my nails
is the dirt of Leda
a swan dancing
on the line of a razor

streaks of
Ophelia drowning
in the past
breaking on the shores of the present
dripping wounds
a painting for the future

and still I want to hold
to my heart the mewling sound
of potential and what it might mean
to guide a life
burning off parts of my own
 
It love?


I’m from the 70s, you were a 90's bitch
from the last decade to place a man on the
moon to the time of internet and smartphone
which made satellites of us.
Until the drugs taking you the Milky
Way, put you an earthbound plot.

Still it was good while it lasted, your
sweet young cunt milking my kinky old cock
and while we’d often switch roles, I never
thought you’d hit the kill switch.

My regrets are many but mostly,
I’d have liked a cut of the royalties,
or at least an acknowledgement for
our song.
 
Thanks for Driving

I wonder about
the miles we traveled
what the distance was then
versus now

Long drives through the hills
short trips around town
occasional detours along the shore

Stunning, all you can share with someone
riding shotgun
resting on a shoulder
front seat confessional
in a grocery parking lot

Together was never the wrong place
in a time that could never be right
we made our own little world
in the cab of a truck
a ride that ended much too soon
 
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Lyricalli said:
Thanks for Driving

Together was never the wrong place
in a time that could never be right
we made our own little world
in the cab of a truck
a ride that ended much too soon
fueled by immeasurable love
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I love this stanza especially. Nice job overall.
 
Huntingdon Station

Chestnuts on sidewalks
deciduous forest ablaze that fall
freight trains winding through the valley
so far below our rock wall
on belay! belay on!
fingers scrabbling for hold
stretching aching reaching

hands chalky, sweaty with effort
crowning the sheer face
arms and legs shaking
fueled with adrenaline
one of many afternoons
a forbidden love unspoken
he belongs to another, as do I...

turn around twice and it is winter
he walks me home in the crunchy snow
glistening in the streetlight
pipe tobacco swirls 'round me
his quiet voice, now familiar, is warm

and then his kiss steals my heart
 
Today


Where did the day go
I thought I had more time
That's the trouble with it
I always think i have more
Every breath I breathe
Each beat of my heart
Or vision of inspiration
Beauty beyond compare
Ugliness beyond description
Music that shivers my soul
My tears of pleasure
Or the pain of a hateful horn
I'll bear witness to it all
My life full of dreams and hope
Pushing back the darkness
With you all, my people
In this lifetime or the next
The one previous or eons ago
But mostly, just for today
 
Congrats (??) to Mrtenant, as the latest entry in this one he gets to choose the subject of the next one.
 
Piscator said:
Congrats (??) to Mrtenant, as the latest entry in this one he gets to choose the subject of the next one.
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Curious, with your question marks....is it congrats or is it not? Or does that mean something else entirely? Text is so difficult to interpret at times.


In any case, I'll defer this round. Plsase choose another to lead off the next.
 
Mrtenant said:
Curious, with your question marks....is it congrats or is it not? Or does that mean something else entirely? Text is so difficult to interpret at times.


In any case, I'll defer this round. Plsase choose another to lead off the next.
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It means he's not sure but he thinks you won; if you defer that leaves the next one back. Hiya Mr.
 
New Driver?? :)

Lyricalli said:
Thanks for Driving

I wonder about
the miles we traveled
what the distance was then
versus now

Long drives through the hills
short trips around town
occasional detours along the shore

It's stunning, all you can share with someone
riding shotgun
resting on a shoulder
front seat confessional
in a grocery parking lot

Together was never the wrong place
in a time that could never be right
we made our own little world
in the cab of a truck
a ride that ended much too soon
fueled by immeasurable love
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Cali, so good to see you and read your poetry again.
 
HarryHill said:
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It means he's not sure but he thinks you won; if you defer that leaves the next one back. Hiya Mr.
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Ahahaa, thank you for the clarity. A round of coffee for everyone (tea if that's your preference) - I'll buy. :D


Hiya HarryHill, good to see you. I hope you and the family are enjoying the holiday season. 🌲🎅🌲🎅🌲🎅
 
Mrtenant said:
Ahahaa, thank you for the clarity. A round of coffee for everyone (tea if that's your preference) - I'll buy. :D


Hiya HarryHill, good to see you. I hope you and the family are enjoying the holiday season. 🌲🎅🌲🎅🌲🎅
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We're good, Ma'am is baking today n the missus knitting, I'm doing my usual humbug routine
 
As Mrtenant differed, the task of choosing the next challenge now fall to cascadiabound.
 
Mrtenant said:
Curious, with your question marks....is it congrats or is it not? Or does that mean something else entirely? Text is so difficult to interpret at times.


In any case, I'll defer this round. Plsase choose another to lead off the next.
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The question marks were more to the effect that I wasn't sure if congrats is the right word for the honour/obligation of choosing the next challenge.
 
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