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20 Questions: A Confessional Poetry Challenge

annaswirls said:
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Explain the circumstances surrounding the last time you genuinely laughed at yourself.
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Whilst conversing in a chatroom
do be careful when you type
to catch each letter perfectly
so it's not a load of tripe.

A missing letter here and there
can cause an awful shock,
especially when uttering that
you adore playing postman's kock!

Take into consideration
also to whom you're being silly,
for you'll certainly be ridiculed
for, "It's my artistic bent Willy"
 
annaswirls said:
sent via pm by Madame Champ herself....Thanks!



Explain the circumstances surrounding the last time you genuinely laughed at yourself.
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I passed you on the way down.
I waved, you looked away,
embarassed for me:
Bless your heart, your eyebrow caught at half mast,
Both of us out of rope again.
Jerked erect with a pop
Buttons erupting like Chinese New Year
this Rat on a Beam will gnaw the cord
and I'll sing your praises when I land
ego first on a soft bed of hemp.
 
annaswirls said:
Question #5: Where was your face before you washed it this morning?


Come on folks, feel free to send me questions :)
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Behind my hands and in front of my mind
I remembered looking at the newborn
sunshine to think that spring has sprung
and I need to invest in some new blinds.
 
annaswirls said:
QUESTION #1 Whats the closest thing to you that's red?
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I crane my eyes about the
space I work in, although
work is something of a
misnomer when it comes to
what I do here, to see
what there is to spy

Nothing.

No red things have managed to
wind their way to a makeshift
(read "new permanent") home
atop my tower or before the
printer. Nothing fire engine or
apple or even blood has found
its way upon the shelves by
the phone or among the nestled
collection of wizards I have
amassed through the years.

But...a small Chinese gift box,
brought from mainland when a
client returned with their newly
acquired daughter, can just be
seen atop a pair of ancient
speakers. It has a great deal of
fiery orange beneath its gold-thread
adornment, but it is still red to me.

Of course,
I have a very light colour-blindness,
so I might just be imagining things.
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:cool:
 
annaswirls said:
Question #2: Given the chance to go back again, would you still kiss the first person you kissed?
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Eighth grade wasn't as
bad as it might have been,
being a new school and us
having moved during the
summer, and all, but it had
a rash of discoveries all its
own.

First time hanging out after sunset,
first party gone to where parents
stayed mostly out of sight,
first girlfriend to be acknowledged
among the rest of the gang.

(Although, still denied to my sisters
and parents--my brother didn't seem
to even notice, or care.)

I knew how to kiss, and had done it
many times while working up to
adolescence, but then Troy brought
up 'Frenching' and I was lost all over
again until I asked her about it.

She had rolled her eyes, and giggled,
then looked at me and asked if I was
serious before taking me by my shirt
and bringing me in close. The first caress
against my lips made me open my eyes;
the second, my mouth.

I can still feel the touch of tongues playing,
the mixed scent and taste of bubble gum and
Coca-Cola that she gave off, and the way
my body responded--still responds.

Thank you, Ann Marie...
----
:cool:
 
annaswirls said:
QUESTION #3: Have you ever prayed?
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Genureflections

I would my knees had been better,
than maybe I would have lasted
longer upon them and, who
knows, perhaps some of the words
I used to say--some by rote, others
by heart, most just off the top of
my soul--would have managed to
make it to Christopher or Blaise or
just to the Virgin Mother,
anyone would have done.
-----
:cool:
 
annaswirls said:
Question 4:

When was the first* time you saw your mother** cry?

*or last, most recent, etc
** or father, spouse, sister, friend, etc
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Mom's first blow came quickly,
almost out of the blue,
but was followed by a rash
of others as I stood there
seething but dumbfounded,
pondering both why my own
hand was raised and why the
arm below it had kept it
firmly, yet quivering, at bay.

I don't even know why I
had been angry with her.
-----
:cool:
 
annaswirls said:
Explain the circumstances surrounding the last time you genuinely laughed at yourself.
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okay this is not a poem. just a story.


red and blue lights spun from behind
shit
I knew it was me
school zone speeding shit shit shit two blocks from home
I
Keep
Driving.

Pull int the driveway and pop out of the car, two boys in tow.
I am sorry officer! I figured I would just come home because my son's therapist is waiting for him, he is autistic and she comes to work with him after school and I hope you don't mind, I just wanted to get him home.

Um Ma'am, license and registration please.

Oh sure, hold on a second, can I quick give the baby his bottle? He was complaining just a minute ago.

Yes Ma'am.

Oh my goodness, my wallet is in the house! Let me get my insurance card....I know it is in here somewhere.

This insurane card is expired Ma'am.

Oh no! I am so sorry! I guess it is still inside. Can you just call them and check? We are definitely current, I mean I have automatic pay it comes right from my checking account. You want me to go get my license and look for the insurance card? It is in the house somewhere, I was late getting my kids and I must have run out without it.

No Ma'am. Didn't you see the flashing yellow lights in the school zone?

Oh you know officer I did, but I made the mistake of using my judgment, I know those kids are still at their desks for another 15 minutes, I have a second grader in there, I actually have to go pick him up in a minute, but they changed the schedule, so I just thought the light was wrong. Because I know they are all still sitting at their desks. Can you maybe possibly let me off with a warning?

Hold on Ma'am. Let me go check your information.

Hey while you are here, would you mind talking to my son? Asking him his name and where he lives? We are working on this in his IEP and therapy, and I want to see if it is working.

"Um, yes Ma'am."

Owen! Come over here! The policeman wants to talk to you.

Hello son, what's your name?

"Alwenvunbrrn"

Allen?

"Olwen."

Hi Allen.

Um it's Owen. Can you ask him how old he is?

How old are you son.

"Old are you son"

No, how old are YOU.

"You."

He's ten.

Go ahead and play, Suzee is waiting. Guess we need to work on the annunciation a bit more.

Ma'am, I checked the computer, your registration is expired.

It expires? I had no idea! Oh hold on a second please, the baby threw his bottle out the door. Oh man, look at the time! I have to get Spenser from school!

Ma'am, I am going to let you go with a warning. No, I am going to let you go with three warnings.

Okay, great! I am so sorry! I will listen to the lights next time, I promise officer!

He pulled out of our driveway, waited to follow us out. I know he was just afraid he was going to wind up mowing the lawn if he did not leave. Quickly.
 
annaswirls said:
sent via pm by Madame Champ herself....Thanks!



Question #6 Explain the circumstances surrounding the last time you genuinely laughed at yourself.
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I'm definitely getting behind, not getting to them all (and survivor challenge ...)

Laughing Tears

Occasionally the cracks in my cosmic canvas come across comedic.
I cathartically laugh lightly a little bit out loud.
More commonly I come close to crying.
I love and am loved, yet long lost love lingers.
War wages within, wanting my wished for world from way back,
trying to treasure today
 
annaswirls said:
okay this is not a poem. just a story.


red and blue lights spun from behind
shit
I knew it was me
school zone speeding shit shit shit two blocks from home
I
Keep
Driving.

Pull int the driveway and pop out of the car, two boys in tow.
I am sorry officer! I figured I would just come home because my son's therapist is waiting for him, he is autistic and she comes to work with him after school and I hope you don't mind, I just wanted to get him home.

Um Ma'am, license and registration please.

Oh sure, hold on a second, can I quick give the baby his bottle? He was complaining just a minute ago.

Yes Ma'am.

Oh my goodness, my wallet is in the house! Let me get my insurance card....I know it is in here somewhere.

This insurane card is expired Ma'am.

Oh no! I am so sorry! I guess it is still inside. Can you just call them and check? We are definitely current, I mean I have automatic pay it comes right from my checking account. You want me to go get my license and look for the insurance card? It is in the house somewhere, I was late getting my kids and I must have run out without it.

No Ma'am. Didn't you see the flashing yellow lights in the school zone?

Oh you know officer I did, but I made the mistake of using my judgment, I know those kids are still at their desks for another 15 minutes, I have a second grader in there, I actually have to go pick him up in a minute, but they changed the schedule, so I just thought the light was wrong. Because I know they are all still sitting at their desks. Can you maybe possibly let me off with a warning?

Hold on Ma'am. Let me go check your information.

Hey while you are here, would you mind talking to my son? Asking him his name and where he lives? We are working on this in his IEP and therapy, and I want to see if it is working.

"Um, yes Ma'am."

Owen! Come over here! The policeman wants to talk to you.

Hello son, what's your name?

"Alwenvunbrrn"

Allen?

"Olwen."

Hi Allen.

Um it's Owen. Can you ask him how old he is?

How old are you son.

"Old are you son"

No, how old are YOU.

"You."

He's ten.

Go ahead and play, Suzee is waiting. Guess we need to work on the annunciation a bit more.

Ma'am, I checked the computer, your registration is expired.

It expires? I had no idea! Oh hold on a second please, the baby threw his bottle out the door. Oh man, look at the time! I have to get Spenser from school!

Ma'am, I am going to let you go with a warning. No, I am going to let you go with three warnings.

Okay, great! I am so sorry! I will listen to the lights next time, I promise officer!

He pulled out of our driveway, waited to follow us out. I know he was just afraid he was going to wind up mowing the lawn if he did not leave. Quickly.
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Damn it woman write a book!! get it all down I want to know more more! Listen this is your future public telling you pleeeeeeeeease write it I would certainly buy and so would millions more
 
annaswirls said:
Question #7: Do you believe in ghosts*?

*spirits, otherworldly presence, etc
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She sneaks a peak round the door as I type,
just a glimpse out the corner of my eye
although she stopped for a while
after complaints that she made me jump.
Shadows passing by under the door
when the house was empty
across a floor that creaks to human
footsteps. Never a scary presence
except one ancient cupboard
that I rush past at night, and makes
the dog's hackles rise.
 
annaswirls said:
Question #7: Do you believe in ghosts*?

*spirits, otherworldly presence, etc
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Is what I see what is to be
Or what is was were naught to me
Shadows flit outside of vision
Chastise living with derision
Future holds the mortal soul
Dead already’ve paid the toll
So are they ghosts, those shades I see
Or just a lash that confounds me
 
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annaswirls said:
Question #7: Do you believe in ghosts*?

*spirits, otherworldly presence, etc
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Spirit Solution Sense

10 physical dimensions, differentiable manifolds, tangent bundles,
vibrating strings. Time, position, momentum and more.
Bosons, fermions, photons, neurons, emoticons, crayons;
cons of our consciousness.
I imaging my mother behind clouds, watching.
Neither troposphere nor stratosphere, is heaven where ?
Does she understand me more ?
I want to watch California slice subduct under Alaska when I'm there.
More dimensions folded in – factor in our forces.
Think thoughts find feelings from folds of brain or thriving there?
Ghosts glow in grass or a notion in nook of our noggin?
Can we touch together tearing time, axes apart?
Higher power helps hold road to happy destiny
 
I fail - I can't do baby poop.

In essence sweet,
spiking buds and nerves
and rotting teeth -
The White Lady’s
Persian daughter
carbonates my soul.
Effervescent delight
Of blinding sunny, sunny, sunny days.
Ain’t nothing better in the world
you know,
Even Santa says it’s the real thing.
 
UnderYourSpell said:
Damn it woman write a book!! get it all down I want to know more more! Listen this is your future public telling you pleeeeeeeeease write it I would certainly buy and so would millions more
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hahah! You are too sweet. Would it be called
"A mother's guide to evading law enforcement?"
 
Question #8: What makes you look twice at another person?


submitted by oil_paint03
 
annaswirls said:
Question #8: What makes you look twice at another person?


submitted by oil_paint03
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Leather. Breasts
with some swell kind of sway,
expensive suits.

Skirts (short,
tight, worn
like alcohol—bitter and sloppy

in ways one can't forgive).
Or, no, maybe eyes
that drill in on me. On me!

That she just looks at me
absolutely is cocaine,
one inhaled rock.
 
Question #6 Explain the circumstances surrounding the last time you genuinely laughed at yourself.

I recently fell down a flight of stairs and miraculously survived with nary a break, just a few bruises. But anyway, in the bath today, I saw the bruise on my leg and started trying to remember what I'd been thinking about when my sandal caught the lip of the stair, and then I remembered: I'd been thinking about how much I liked my hair cut--how good it had felt against my shoulder. Then I thought and chuckled, ruefully, "Pride goeth before a fall." Stupid I know, but true.
 
annaswirls said:
Question #8: What makes you look twice at another person?


submitted by oil_paint03
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alone
standing still
apparently waiting
or lost or stranded

must have been that "what would you" do special
no one stopped

sweatshirt torn jeans with a change of clothes
in her arms
standing outside the doors
Target

watching
I look
twice

no one is coming
of course I stop


...................


He was especially happy
waiting in line
begging quarters for gumball quarter for gumball
put a penny in the machine please

She turned
looked twice
but without frown

joy stick ride she pulled up
to the window
cart charger ready

Of course he sees
jumps on before I can stop him
he is ready to go.

She does not frown.
She actually smiles.

Big order, bags and bottles and boxes
stuffed into bags and bottles and boxes
we wait
we pay
we make a scene withgum chew happiness


cart out
she is still there.

alone
waiting
apparently stranded


Do you have a ride?

No. No I don't.

Can I give you a ride home?

Oh praises! My neighbor brought me here, asked me how I was going to get back
and I said I would pray and then your son came up right as I started praying
with a big happy smile and I knew it would come true.


again
not a poem
a story


needless to say, I went to pick up my car to get her and it wouldn't start! I had to call for a ride myself. She said oh you were going to help me and now you need help! Before I even called, someone else had offered to take her home.

there you go.

I look twice at people who I might be able to do an easy rescue on.
Someone who can feed me with a sense of worth. For ten minutes.
How generous of them, to provide me with such easy fuel
to go on another day.
 
annaswirls said:
Question #8: What makes you look twice at another person?


submitted by oil_paint03
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Eyes like frosted glacial ice
Or ocean green and twice as deep
Perhaps as black as midnight coal
No! Bluer than a cloudless sky

A rack of perfect double Ds
Or tiny tits in braless frocks
Perhaps more like two oranges
No! Nipples pressing on wet Ts

A boyish ass encased in jeans
Or heart shaped in a mini-skirt
Perhaps a trunk with lots o’ junk
No! Bikini clad on hands and knees

Eternal truth pretense is shed
Another man like all the rest
It doesn’t take a PhD
To figure out what turns my head
 
annaswirls said:
Question #8: What makes you look twice at another person?
submitted by oil_paint03
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Seeing

The day passes, like it
tends to, in a series of
exchanges of money for
goods--either from me
or to me depending on
if I'm at work or not;
but, sometimes, there's
a thrill in the air brought
by a lingering scent or
motion that makes me
look--no, makes me see--
whom I am dealing with or
in the presence of. Hair colour,
clothes, eyes, shapely legs
or bottom or cleavage...any one
can also bring my vision into
focus, and turn my head
about for another look.
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:cool:
 
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