New mini-challenge for fun

[butters]

another word list to create a spark for anyone who fancies trying their hand


widow

grotesque

genius

carrot

mole

bench

decoy

burst

warble

clasp

warmer

fishbone

swarming

generosity

outhouses

decadent

solemnity

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Fondberg's widow couldn't wait
to rid her house
of the grotesque cuckoo clock
some genius painted
carrot orange,
sticking out like a mole
above the bench
where it vied for space
with duck decoys
and a stuffed moose head.
Every hour it burst into incoherent
warbles, the tarnished clasp
flying open revealing some
strange bird, born of warmer climes.
Tossed amongst the detritus
it lay like some ragged fishbone,
swarming with woodworm.
Forgotten was the generosity
of past benefactors,
destined now to the odd
forlorn cuck no oooo
by the back outhouses
a decadent reminder
placed with all solemnity
then deserted
without a backward glance.

 

[butters]

fan-tastic, annie

you certainly used this mish-mash of words to good effect!

loved this part:

it lay like some ragged fishbone,
swarming with woodworm

and the opening lines are so visual. just so cool seeing how you've put the words together. *uh huh*

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I must admit it required a great deal of thought to fit a fishbone in with a cuckoo clock!

 

[Angeline]

I'm not a widow, not
lonely nor some grotesque
attention-seeking genius
dangling from a chandelier
with a carrot unfortunately
placed.

I'm no mole hiding
from the sunlight either:
I'm right there
on the bench, a decoy
for all that appears
sane

smiling carefully
keeping my offbeat
warble to myself.
Were you to clasp my cool
fishbone fingers in your warmer
grip you might
perceive

the oddness swarming
through me, a generosity
of strange yet wholesome
girl, not decadent a
milk

drinker brimming
with solemnity
and a wayward white
mustache, bursting with
the dawn and looking
out across the green
houses

wondering
where I
live.

 

[butters]

you blow me away, girl... especially with these lines (here's elegance for you. right here)

Were you to clasp my cool
fishbone fingers in your warmer
grip you might
perceive

the oddness swarming
through me, a generosity
of strange yet wholesome
girl, not decadent a
milk

drinker brimming
with solemnity
and a wayward white
mustache, bursting with
the dawn

the two phrases that strike me the most from the whole write are 'the oddness swarming through me, a generosity of strange' and 'bursting with the dawn'. vibrant writing!

 

[butters]

a note to Senna Jawa, should he drop by:

this is the value of the small challenges. they are no waste of time or talent, but allow individuals to take us places with new ways of saying things. the rewards to both reader and writer are obvious and wonderful.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I'm not a widow, not
lonely nor some grotesque
attention-seeking genius
dangling from a chandelier
with a carrot unfortunately
placed.

I'm no mole hiding
from the sunlight either:
I'm right there
on the bench, a decoy
for all that appears
sane

smiling carefully
keeping my offbeat
warble to myself.
Were you to clasp my cool
fishbone fingers in your warmer
grip you might
perceive

the oddness swarming
through me, a generosity
of strange yet wholesome
girl, not decadent a
milk

drinker brimming
with solemnity
and a wayward white
mustache, bursting with
the dawn and looking
out across the green
houses

wondering
where I
live.

Bravo !!!! Applauds wildly!

 

[Angeline]

you blow me away, girl... especially with these lines (here's elegance for you. right here)




the two phrases that strike me the most from the whole write are 'the oddness swarming through me, a generosity of strange' and 'bursting with the dawn'. vibrant writing!

Bravo !!!! Applauds wildly!

Thanks to you both. I find these challenges fun--and also thanks lol for not commenting on the fact that I cheated on "outhouses."

Chip you come up with some strange combos for these challenges and Annie, you never cease to impress me girlfriend--you always rise to the occasion, you MIP, you!

(PS Bursting with the dawn is the title of a jazz song: I had written the poem and realized I'd forgotten "bursting," and that song title popped into my head. )

 

[butters]

Thanks to you both. I find these challenges fun--and also thanks lol for not commenting on the fact that I cheated on "outhouses."

Chip you come up with some strange combos for these challenges and Annie, you never cease to impress me girlfriend--you always rise to the occasion, you MIP, you!

(PS Bursting with the dawn is the title of a jazz song: I had written the poem and realized I'd forgotten "bursting," and that song title popped into my head. )

i saw it as less of a cheat and more of a creative use of poetic licence.

yeah ... about that. i simply open a book (this time it was The New Oxford Book of American Verse but might have easily been The Beano) and scan through till a word pops out at me. i was a little iffy about how some of them would be brought together, but hey presto! you two showed it could be done with a nimble mind and a quickening heart.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

aghhhhh I missed out 'genius' damn n blast it

 

[Angeline]

aghhhhh I missed out 'genius' damn n blast it

Yeah but the poem is still great.

(And you can go back and edit it in!)

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Yeah but the poem is still great.

(And you can go back and edit it in!)

good idea and done lol

 

[Angeline]

good idea and done lol

I got all kindsa tricks up my sleeve.

(You worked it in well.)

 

[PoetGuy]

Of Love Poems, Including My Own,
Written in a Cynical Mood

A fishbone caught in throat, the worst
Kind of generosity.
I choke on love, commitment, verse.

All is contempt. A mole. A curse.
A grotesque warble. Amputee.
A fishbone caught in throat. The worst

Words now are swarming—I'm immersed
In artifact, solemnity.
I choke on love, commitment. Verse

Like a carrot, dangled first
As decoy, then as guarantee;
A fishbone caught in throat, the worst

Raw genius widows clasp, coerce
My warmer clutch with cold Chablis
And choke on love. Commitment? Verse

Is simply decadent lines burst
From one's outhouse bench ennui—
A fishbone caught in throat. The worst
Of choking love. Commitment. Hearse.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I got all kindsa tricks up my sleeve.

(You worked it in well.)

thank you kind lady and I hope winter has left your land

Of Love Poems, Including My Own,
Written in a Cynical Mood

A fishbone caught in throat, the worst
Kind of generosity.
I choke on love, commitment, verse.

All is contempt. A mole. A curse.
A grotesque warble. Amputee.
A fishbone caught in throat. The worst

Words now are swarming—I'm immersed
In artifact, solemnity.
I choke on love, commitment. Verse

Like a carrot, dangled first
As decoy, then as guarantee;
A fishbone caught in throat, the worst

Raw genius widows clasp, coerce
My warmer clutch with cold Chablis
And choke on love. Commitment? Verse

Is simply decadent lines burst
From one's outhouse bench ennui—
A fishbone caught in throat. The worst
Of choking love. Commitment. Hearse.

superb

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

*slinks away deflated by the skill herein*

 

[Angeline]

*slinks away deflated by the skill herein*

Come back here you! You've got the goods and I know it.

 

[PoetGuy]

*slinks away deflated by the skill herein*

Poet Guy suggests this is a crap excuse. Tristesse2 has written many excellent poems, and there is no reason to suspect that she could not write an interesting poem given the complex requirements chipbutty has laid out.

If Tristesse2 chooses, for whatever reason, not to participate in this challenge, no one (least of all Poet Guy) can fault her, but Poet Guy sincerely hopes her non-participation would not be due to her feeling somehow "unskillful" in her ability to attack the challenge. Tristesse2 has repeatedly exhibited her compositional skill to this forum. "Skill envy," he judges, is no adequate excuse, or should not be.

 

[butters]

Of Love Poems, Including My Own,
Written in a Cynical Mood

A fishbone caught in throat, the worst
Kind of generosity.
I choke on love, commitment, verse.

All is contempt. A mole. A curse.
A grotesque warble. Amputee.
A fishbone caught in throat. The worst

Words now are swarming—I'm immersed
In artifact, solemnity.
I choke on love, commitment. Verse

Like a carrot, dangled first
As decoy, then as guarantee;
A fishbone caught in throat, the worst

Raw genius widows clasp, coerce
My warmer clutch with cold Chablis
And choke on love. Commitment? Verse

Is simply decadent lines burst
From one's outhouse bench ennui—
A fishbone caught in throat. The worst
Of choking love. Commitment. Hearse.

*beatific smile*

sigh. this challenge is raising a creative storm, with profoundly veering wind directions. thankyou for participating.

 

[butters]

Poet Guy suggests this is a crap excuse. ... "Skill envy," he judges, is no adequate excuse, or should not be.

seconded

 

[vrosej10]

The Marquise de Sade

with solemnity, the widow inserts the fish bone
warbling as it infiltrates the penile flesh
her devious genius makes him cry, warmer still
his carrot pubic hair already bloodied
the fishbone burst through his glans.

she shows generosity with pain
swarming pain, so grotesque, so decadent
like outhouses trimmed with gold leaf.
last week she inserted a mole into his anus;
that hunting decoy on the bench will be next.

 

[vrosej10]

Fondberg's widow couldn't wait
to rid her house
of the grotesque cuckoo clock
some genius painted
carrot orange,
sticking out like a mole
above the bench
where it vied for space
with duck decoys
and a stuffed moose head.
Every hour it burst into incoherent
warbles, the tarnished clasp
flying open revealing some
strange bird, born of warmer climes.
Tossed amongst the detritus
it lay like some ragged fishbone,
swarming with woodworm.
Forgotten was the generosity
of past benefactors,
destined now to the odd
forlorn cuck no oooo
by the back outhouses
a decadent reminder
placed with all solemnity
then deserted
without a backward glance.

That's a hilarious corker Annie. Couldn't be more different to mine.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

*slinks away deflated by the skill herein*

Tessaaaaaaaa !!!!!! You know and I know that you can do this standing on your head so oopsy daisy a quick shove from behind (hope you've got clean underwear!) there now that should give you a whole new outlook on the problem

 

[UnderYourSpell]

with solemnity, the widow inserts the fish bone
warbling as it infiltrates the penile flesh
her devious genius makes him cry, warmer still
his carrot pubic hair already bloodied
the fishbone burst through his glans.

she shows generosity with pain
swarming pain, so grotesque, so decadent
like outhouses trimmed with gold leaf.
last week she inserted a mole into his anus;
that hunting decoy on the bench will be next.

bloody hel!