Old 09-11-2014, 11:57 AM   #1
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52 in 52, A Challenge a Week

Let the games begin. 52 challenges in 52 weeks, a poem a week from the challenge thread.

#1 2009 Survivor Bonus Round Challenge #6: Summer

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art hot and wet, when on my face you lay.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's eve?
Though art a douche, I do believe!

Shall I compare thee to the ocean's wave?
I'd like you tied, your moon, my slave.

Shall I compare thee to the beach's sand?
Clingy and so hard to stand.

Though art fierce like the burning sun,
away with me please say you'll run.

Though art dense like the sun's hard core,
and all thy talk, I find a bore.

My dreams you do dash like a volleyball,
but I'll try again when it cools in fall.
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Old 09-11-2014, 01:20 PM   #2
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This was my original poem for that challenge
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more wet and twice as annoying.
The trees that dripped their leaves in May
Speak now of June your perfume cloying.
The crashing thunder portrays your voice
Till birds shall drop from crumpled wings,
As your snores now make my heart rejoice
No more to hear those strident vocal rings.
What once I looked upon as sweet and coy
Your simpering coquettishness at every whim
Was not just only girlish, youthful play
I now perceive at last my god you're dim.
As long as you still take breath, alas
I must survive your chronic problem, gas.
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Blessed are the cracked for it is they that let in the light
They say a smile is a gift which is free to the giver and precious to the recipient.
But giving the finger is free, too, and I find it more personal and sincere.
If at first you don't succeed....skydiving is not for you ....
If you don't pay your exorcist .... do you get repossessed?
I shall always decide not to decide, unless of course I decide to change my mind.
....But I, being poor, have only my dreams, I have spread my dreams under your feet,Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.......
Nil Caborundum illigitimi
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Old 09-17-2014, 01:36 PM   #3
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#2 5 Senses Challenge

I gazed upon the fountain of youth
Small happy bodies chasing the spray
Heads back, mouths open sucking in life
And tried to remember
Why I stopped drinking from it
When I had become as dry and lifeless
As the leaves crunching under foot
As cold and puckered of spirit
As the lemon ice in my hands
Was it loves slow decay
Or the metronome monotony
Of its absence it the face of it's vessel
No matter now, I've almost reached the cafe
I can already smell the loaves
Made with love enough
To fill my belly
If not my heart
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