February 2024 Poetry Challenge B: Write An Acrostic Poem

Watching The Birds at the...

Blue jays jaying their screeching song
Ivory billed woodpeckers walking straight up and down our cherry tree
Red winged blackbirds, making a supervise February visit,
Delighting my wife
Flacco is my favorite bird, he's a
Eurasian eagle owl - living his best NYC life and
Eating rats - he's the new Rat Czar you know...
Doves, mourning... down on the snow, eating all of the fallen seed
Eagles come occasionally, but not today. They feed on the other birds, sadly
Red breasted Robin, making an early appearance at my birdfeeder

This poem is about the worst thing l've ever written. I thought it would be a lot easier, but I'm just not feeling it.

*I just saw the Flacco the Eurasian Eagle Owl died yesterday. He ran into a building.... RIP Flacco…🙁
 
Watching The Birds at the...

Blue jays jaying their screeching song
Ivory billed woodpeckers walking straight up and down our cherry tree
Red winged blackbirds, making a supervise February visit,
Delighting my wife
Flacco is my favorite bird, he's a
Eurasian eagle owl - living his best NYC life and
Eating rats - he's the new Rat Czar you know...
Doves, mourning... down on the snow, eating all of the fallen seed
Eagles come occasionally, but not today. They feed on the other birds, sadly
Red breasted Robin, making an early appearance at my birdfeeder

This poem is about the worst thing l've ever written. I thought it would be a lot easier, but I'm just not feeling it.

*I just saw the Flacco the Eurasian Eagle Owl died yesterday. He ran into a building.... RIP Flacco…🙁
Don't be too hard on yourself. Any attempt at something new will be more of an exploration, you know? And it's good to push out of one's comfort zone. Also there are some lovely vivid images in your poem.

But like I said we all go through times when the muse just isn't responding. Mine seems to be taking a long ass vacation lately. 🌹
 
Chavaleh*

My angel, I call you my little bird
You came in winter, arrived in a rush,
Rainbow-hued grimace, black hair, no one stirred
All afternoon and I barely need push,
Called out your name, cradled you to my breast
How does it happen, this groundswell of love,
Amazing like it could burst from my chest
Even now, years can't diminish the flush,
Little bird, of joy that is you. I am blessed.

*********

*Yiddish for "little bird"
 
February 29th? Big deal, so what!

Love is the only thing that matters,
Even money, shelter, food,
Anything else pales without love.
Perhaps you are lonely, like I am sometimes,
Yet I still feel the half-life of his regard
Echoing through me. I'll never marry
Again. I don't need to take another
Ride on that coaster. I've already had the best.
 
Watching The Birds at the...

Blue jays jaying their screeching song
Ivory billed woodpeckers walking straight up and down our cherry tree
Red winged blackbirds, making a supervise February visit,
Delighting my wife
Flacco is my favorite bird, he's a
Eurasian eagle owl - living his best NYC life and
Eating rats - he's the new Rat Czar you know...
Doves, mourning... down on the snow, eating all of the fallen seed
Eagles come occasionally, but not today. They feed on the other birds, sadly
Red breasted Robin, making an early appearance at my birdfeeder

This poem is about the worst thing l've ever written. I thought it would be a lot easier, but I'm just not feeling it.

*I just saw the Flacco the Eurasian Eagle Owl died yesterday. He ran into a building.... RIP Flacco…🙁
The whole point of trying these forms is at times gaining a new tool for your writing toolbox. Don't be down on yourself because you don't like the outcome your first few times trying a new form. And don't assume that a forum will be easy because it looks easy. Sometimes the mastery is in adding an Elegance to something that is deceptively simple. Keep working on it. Keep shaping it until you find yourself creating pieces you like with that form. Once you have that sense of fluidity and elegance to the pieces you're writing, then you have a good idea that you have mastered a new tool. You may not always use that tool. You may rarely use that tool. But that one moment will come when you will be glad you have that tool in your toolbox and be glad you mastered it.

And for the record it really isn't that bad of a piece. You're harder on yourself than others will be.
 
Always take the back roads, those winding
Low hung trails that crunch with dirt and gravel,
Muddy when wet on bicycle tires spinning
Out childhood joys woven from scrapes and kisses—
Spindles weaving magic. When you reach that final crook in the way,
Turn. Look back and reflect on what time will steal, then

Honor it's worth by taking that bend,
Open palmed grasplessness, content at once was.
Memory is precious, but here and now remains, requests
Embrace. Back roads always lead home.
 
The Broncosaurus riseth again....
Rroarring in Anger....
Ukraine can goto Oblivion
Make America Great Again.....
Presidential insurrection Forgiven

Option
Realistically available

Bold but Older
In his Sanity will voters trust.....
Deal with Hunter's sins
Enough with Demagoguery .....
November will Tell!!!!?
?
 
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Bottoms'n Breasts.....
Doms'n Dommes
Submissive slaveboys'n slavegals
Masters'n Mistresses......
 
Dripping downy leaves an
Insidious deciduous
Slithering sexy eyed apple Snake
Calling come crawling Eve
On thy knees in these trees
Make thy maiden brazen bed
Blossom within Oh wood withering
Original Orgasm
Bring thy bounteous apple bouncing harvests,
Undulate under my spell
Lie licentiously
Adam atomiser
Together forever we will be
Eve of eden
Divine devourer of men.

Problems yet to resolve, clear tie in of the subject matter to the title ref Tristesse2’s SolticeecitloS in Forms thread. Then 😭
 
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ANONYMOUS-REX


S ilent sorrows
I ndecisive, and Indifferent
L iterotica Latitudinarian
E nchanted by stories
N onpareil in reading... Slowly
C apitan Crunch Cereal Eater
E ND THE¿!?¡
"WHO?...ME?!"
"OH, I'm Just a Friend"
L imitation
I nto raptures
T abu tabloids
E vil doing imps
R ainstorms and mirages
O bediently arousing revoked
T wisted amusingly cursed silk-stocking Time Travelers
I nnocent devils of society
C onforming tragedies into triumphs
A nti-socializing fourms in the dark dorms


^_^ ~1 Step Forward & 2 Steps Back and repeat~(^_-)
 
Can U bend over Darling?
Roared her Dom...
Accepting her Master's Command:
Caroline sweetly bent over....
KRAAAAK!?
 
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