Challenge: TYVM

[Angeline]

Hi poets. After checking in with Harry, I'm stepping in to get a new challenge started.

In this challenge you will thank someone or something and your poem will show why. Note that it doesn't have to be a person. Do this without using the expression "thank you" or any form of the verb "to thank." (Synonyms are fine.)

Length: 1-50 lines

Style: Whatever floats your boat

Due by: 11:59 pm PST, Thursday, June 20th

Winner: The poet who writes the third poem from last by the deadline chooses the new challenge.

I'm looking forward to (and am grateful for ) your poems.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I'm so grateful that you taught me,
love's not only for the young,
suddenly you and I, became we
and of what love's song is sung.
Your skilful words defy reality,
words of love roll off your tongue.
.
Suddenly you and I, became we
and of what love's song is sung.
I hear triumphant sounds of timpani
and I am by cupid's arrow stung.
Your skilful words defy reality,
words of love roll off your tongue.
.
I hear triumphant sounds of timpani
and I am by cupid's arrow stung.
Waves of lust crash on a cruel sea
brought to drowning and unstrung.
Your skilful words defy reality,
words of love roll off your tongue.
.
Waves of lust crash on a cruel sea
brought to drowning and unstrung.
Though imagination, pure sensuality
from your heart to mine, till I'm among
those skilful words defying reality,
words of love rolling off your tongue.

 

[Tzara]

Postcard to Catherine

You were the first to show me your body,
and what a wonderful body

to introduce flesh into my life.
Then you asked me to enter you

and merely the request sufficed
for me to finish too early

for you to join me.
I only seemed to learn

how to touch you near the end,
when the charm of my notebook poems

waned and you wanted to marry,
bear a child,

convert me into a truck driver
instead of an engineer-in-training.

This is my final poem written for that notebook
you likely discarded long ago—

a poem of gratitude for you loving me;
a poem of gratitude for you telling me to go.

.

 

[Mrtenant]

Enjoying the day
With my first world problems
Traffic jams
Cracked cell phone screen
The landscaper didn't show
My 'script isn't ready

Those terrible annoyances
My shoestring broke
The bottled water is hot from the car
I got a flat tire
My video game crashed
The signal on the tv is choppy

How does anyone survive it
My credit card didn't work
The water heater died
The G-store is out of pomegranate juice
Chipped a nail, again
Out of toilet paper

Really though
It is a good day
Smile with me
And be grateful

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Votre générosité fait chanter mon coeur et votre beauté est incomparable.

 

[butters]

Votre générosité fait chanter mon coeur et votre beauté est incomparable.

your generosity (charms?) my heart and your beauty is incomparable?
i've forgotten almost as much french as i learned

 

[Angeline]

Barbara

We bonded over Aretha singing
RESPECT, re re re on a June's eve
on a green bench by Russ's Deli.

The universe blesses us
in nondescript settings,
and moments. Who recognizes
in that flash what will sustain
still, 50 years later?

Even now we share burdens
and secrets with gratitude,
locked in for this lifetime
and who knows
what more?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

your generosity (charms?) my heart and your beauty is incomparable?
i've forgotten almost as much french as i learned

Almost, I was trying to find a synonym for thank you instead of gratitude and it's not easy! Your generosity makes my heart sing and your beauty is incomparable. Making the French version fit the syllable count is even harder!

 

[HarryHill]

Amer-Texican Sentence

Date Night

Mucho appreciado mamacita, una mas porfavor.

 

[HarryHill]

Votre générosité fait chanter mon coeur et votre beauté est incomparable.

oh cheater!

your generosity (charms?) my heart and your beauty is incomparable?
i've forgotten almost as much french as i learned

Vous

 

[AmericanTrash]

Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes
gladly I'll accept pipe cleaners
from the teacher not coming back
because she says it's time

which I envision as a translucent
bridge, taupe handrails, the Bronx
Valhalla for those who've served
long and well. Eight large tubs
hold lessons past. Still on flag day

every student gets a flag. Treasure
is best when just imagined. Numberless.
So I didn't count the pipe cleaners. Left
them between categories. Neither ropes
nor ladders. Tomorrow needs
countless friendly wires.

 

[AmericanTrash]

Barbara

We bonded over Aretha singing
RESPECT, re re re on a June's eve
on a green bench by Russ's Deli.

The universe blesses us
in nondescript settings,
and moments. Who recognizes
in that flash what will sustain
still, 50 years later?

Even now we share burdens
and secrets with gratitude,
locked in for this lifetime
and who knows
what more?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

oh cheater!

Vous

Why is it cheating? It doesn't mention 'Thank you' and it's the correct amount of syllables!

 

[Angeline]

Thank you. Your poem has wonderful specificity. I can relate. And I especially love the "Bronx Vahalla," such an evocative image for me.

 

[Tzara]

Tarot: Pentagramme

Tu penses que tu es amoureux.
Et je suis d'accord. Je suis trop.

C'est là que ça devient difficile
pour t'aimer correctement,

parce que nous sommes éloignés
et l'amour a besoin de toucher pour le faire

vraiment aimer. Vrai amour.
Notre situation me fait sentir comme une carte flash

parfois, une image qui dit "amour"
avec des illustrations intelligentes

des amoureux qui ne peuvent pas communiquer
parce qu'ils vivent trop loin l'un de l'autre.

Pourtant, je vous suis reconnaissant de ton amour.
Même lointain qu'il est devenu.


.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Tarot: Pentagramme

Tu penses que tu es amoureux.
Et je suis d'accord. Je suis trop.

C'est là que ça devient difficile
pour t'aimer correctement,

parce que nous sommes éloignés
et l'amour a besoin de toucher pour le faire

vraiment aimer. Vrai amour.
Notre situation me fait sentir comme une carte flash

parfois, une image qui dit "amour"
avec des illustrations intelligentes

des amoureux qui ne peuvent pas communiquer
parce qu'ils vivent trop loin l'un de l'autre.

Pourtant, je vous suis reconnaissant de ton amour.
Même lointain qu'il est devenu.


.

Oh my word I'll let someone else translate that, although I get the gist of it!

 

[Angeline]

Father's Day

Sometimes I imagine you
caught in the welter of war,
the bloody beach, the uncertain path
east then west, survival born
from unlikely miracles
and happenstance.

The tiny brick house
on Hobart Avenue was filled
with the music of firebirds, fauns,
with the Golliwog's Cakewalk
or the radio blaring Sing
Sing Sing. You taught me
to Lindy Hop, to swing
the Big Apple.

You built a bench
with a rose trellis, a secret
summer hideaway
where I could read and dream.

Isn't this how poetry
begins?

At bedtime we read
the Damon Runyan Omnibus,
my fairy tales full of gamblers
and molls, Harry the Horse
and Sarah Brown.

Before dawn I'd waken
to the bell of your spoon
stirring coffee.

I can almost still hear it.

 

[HarryHill]

Why is it cheating? It doesn't mention 'Thank you' and it's the correct amount of syllables!

..
Okay not cheating, very slicky



did you notice my reply to butters was a one word ty poem?

 

[Angeline]

..
Okay not cheating, very slicky



did you notice my reply to butters was a one word ty poem?

I did!

 

[Tzara]

This

Father's Day

is just superb, Angie. One of the best of yours I've read.

And I'm sorry, but you've now made me link in a jealously appropriate link from Wayne's World.

Sorry.

 

[Angeline]

This
is just superb, Angie. One of the best of yours I've read.

And I'm sorry, but you've now made me link in a jealously appropriate link from Wayne's World.

Sorry.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

..
Okay not cheating, very slicky



did you notice my reply to butters was a one word ty poem?

Noted and made me smile

 

[UnderYourSpell]

AmericanTrash you're it, I think

 

[HarryHill]

Hi poets. After checking in with Harry, I'm stepping in to get a new challenge started.

In this challenge you will thank someone or something and your poem will show why. Note that it doesn't have to be a person. Do this without using the expression "thank you" or any form of the verb "to thank." (Synonyms are fine.)

Length: 1-50 lines

Style: Whatever floats your boat

Due by: 11:59 pm PST, Thursday, June 20th

Winner: The poet who writes the third poem from last by the deadline chooses the new challenge.

I'm looking forward to (and am grateful for ) your poems.

AmericanTrash you're it, I think

not yet Annie 3 more days

 

[Piscator]

Grandfather Fred

Nearing your age, I grasp what I learned from two summers work on your farm.