A new Same Title Challenge

[champagne1982]

from another thread ...

Did you say erratic, or erotic?

Is there room for erratic erotica on the web?

okay that's it, I am starting a new zine for erratica

I dub thee Sir Aves Eratica
welcome to the Oval Table good knight

_________________________________________________________________
new material...

While I'm not much for ezines and other such knight and dame behaviours, I think we've got the makings of a new Same Title Challenge.

Poem Title: Erratica

Length: no fewer than 6 and no more than 18 lines. Please don't call a single word a line.

Form: Whatever you feel your poem should be within length limitations.

Subject: Include a reference to at least one blonde, a psychoanalyst or therapist, an alcoholic beverage (preferably in a brown paper bag) and a failed prophylactic birth control device.

Submitted by date: Tuesday, January 17th.

Other requirements: Have fun, will ya? How often do we get to write poetry about a drunk blonde on a psychiatrist's couch regressing to her father's sperm in a broken condom?

 

[The_Fool]

Good. No Sestinas, Villanelles, or Terzanelles allowed. Now we just have to work on getting the dreaded Sonnet discarded.

 

[champagne1982]

Good. No Sestinas, Villanelles, or Terzanelles allowed. Now we just have to work on getting the dreaded Sonnet discarded.

you could write a triolet

 

[The_Fool]

Erratica

Sequence of life
Measured asynchronously
Stopping and starting in fits
Of Disgust and decadence
Testing leaky condoms
On jaded blondes
That all say they love me
But I know better
With suited bun and glasses
She analyzes my debauchery
Recommending cheap whiskey
Served from a brown bag
Wrinkled by time and consequence
I wipe my face with misery
So tired

 

[The_Fool]

you could write a triolet

That would require thinking in rhyme and rhythm.....

 

[SeattleRain]

Do we get extra credit if we use the brown paper bag as the prophylactic?

Subject: Include a reference to at least one blonde, a psychoanalyst or therapist, an alcoholic beverage (preferably in a brown paper bag) and a failed prophylactic birth control device.

 

[The_Fool]

Do we get extra credit if we use the brown paper bag as the prophylactic?

I like that....

or as a sexual aid....

"I'll let you wear the bag tonight, but I get it tomorrow...."

 

[Guest]

Oh, this is gonna be good. Count me in. Just please, don't anyone mention saldne.

 

[Guest]

Erratica

Sequence of life
Measured asynchronously
Stopping and starting in fits
Of Disgust and decadence
Testing leaky condoms
On jaded blondes
That all say they love me
But I know better
With suited bun and glasses
She analyzes my debauchery
Recommending cheap whiskey
Served from a brown bag
Wrinkled by time and consequence
I wipe my face with misery
So tired

Now I'm intimidated.





,,,,but I'm in.

 

[The_Fool]

Now I'm intimidated.

By shit? No way.....

 

[Tzara]

Now I'm intimidated.





,,,,but I'm in.

I am following that AV anywhere.

Um, what is the topic, again?

 

[Angeline]

Good. No Sestinas, Villanelles, or Terzanelles allowed. Now we just have to work on getting the dreaded Sonnet discarded.

She didn't say we can't write form poems. Not that I'm saying I will with those other requirements.

But you never know.

 

[The_Fool]

She didn't say we can't write form poems. Not that I'm saying I will with those other requirements.

But you never know.

18 line max...

 

[Angeline]

18 line max...

and you know what's only 14.

or um i could make up a new form!

i actually haven't written a form poem in at least a month. so there!

 

[4degrees]

lines like these falter
telling of the death
a man who knew too much
carved bloody on my heart
the alcoholic crutch
braided inconsistancies
loosen this noose of shame
(i always call your name)
no more than 18 in the brain
shrink-wrapped and suffocated
bottle-fed anxious colors
a beach boy for a day
miracle of modern medicine
fails miserably again
back alley remedy
written in invisible ink
forever fixed with one more drink
my painful, nameless stain.

 

[flyguy69]

from another thread ...
_________________________________________________________________
new material...

While I'm not much for ezines and other such knight and dame behaviours, I think we've got the makings of a new Same Title Challenge.

Poem Title: Erratica

Length: no fewer than 6 and no more than 18 lines. Please don't call a single word a line.

Form: Whatever you feel your poem should be within length limitations.

Subject: Include a reference to at least one blonde, a psychoanalyst or therapist, an alcoholic beverage (preferably in a brown paper bag) and a failed prophylactic birth control device.

Submitted by date: Tuesday, January 17th.

Other requirements: Have fun, will ya? How often do we get to write poetry about a drunk blonde on a psychiatrist's couch regressing to her father's sperm in a broken condom?

Must it be autobiographical?

 

[champagne1982]

This isn't going to go any further than this thread... it's that bad

Erratica

Emmy's got garters on wobbly legs and A
Runnel of spunk collecting on the elastiC
Ridges of her stockings that AlI
Aided in pulling up high on her faT
Thighs, since she was toO
Inebriated on beeR
Chased with ryE

Even though her psychiatriC
Regimen included time spent with AlI
Our slutty blonde lush just couldn't count iT
Therapeudic without the euphoriA
Induced when the super-sized rubbeR
Chooses to give her womb a showeR
And audibly explodE

 

[flyguy69]

This isn't going to go any further than this thread... it's that bad

Erratica

Emmy's got garters on wobbly legs and A
Runnel of spunk collecting on the elastiC
Ridges of her stockings that AlI
Aided in pulling up high on her faT
Thighs, since she was toO
Inebriated on beeR
Chased with ryE

Even though her psychiatriC
Regimen included time spent with AlI
Our slutty blonde lush just couldn't count iT
Therapeudic without the euphoriA
Induced when the super-sized rubbeR
Chooses to give her womb a showeR
And audibly explodE

No poem with the phrase "runnel of spunk" it can be bad. No, wait, all poems with the phrase "runnel of spunk" in them are bad.

 

[wildsweetone]

This isn't going to go any further than this thread... it's that bad

Erratica

Emmy's got garters on wobbly legs and A
Runnel of spunk collecting on the elastiC
Ridges of her stockings that AlI
Aided in pulling up high on her faT
Thighs, since she was toO
Inebriated on beeR
Chased with ryE

Even though her psychiatriC
Regimen included time spent with AlI
Our slutty blonde lush just couldn't count iT
Therapeudic without the euphoriA
Induced when the super-sized rubbeR
Chooses to give her womb a showeR
And audibly explodE

good grief!

 

[Tzara]

err·at·i·ca

Azs I said to my sshrink,
it was one wrrd dream. There
was thish dishy blonde,
I think--great gamss--nd
sshe threatined me with
ssomethinng, was

it a broken I, UD? I
don' rememmber, but
you know I'mm sick now,
dude, hav ing drunk
that hole bottle
of Nyquil. I thhnink
I need to sshleep,
now. Thhanksh.

 

[champagne1982]

err·at·i·ca

Azs I said to my sshrink,
it was one wrrd dream. There
was thish dishy blonde,
I think--great gamss--nd
sshe threatined me with
ssomethinng, was

it a broken I, UD? I
don' rememmber, but
you know I'mm sick now,
dude, hav ing drunk
that hole bottle
of Nyquil. I thhnink
I need to sshleep,
now. Thhanksh.

LOL
Shall we call EMS and have them bring the syrup of ipecac?

 

[Tzara]

Her Attic, ah!

Up under the roof it was hot. She,
the most beautiful psychiatrist I
had ever known, had doffed her blouse

and bra. I thought of condoms,
reluctantly, but all of mine were flawed
and broken. Her blonde hair

was lovely in the morning sun. We
shared champagne and talked. And more,
and more, of course was done.

 

[anniebug's man]

Err At(t)ica

Between rosemary and sage,
the heated laden winds
steeped in the ancient stones
of Attica, I gulp for air
and thrash against the nauseating ripple
of hydrogenperoxide, leaching
in my pond.

All that she left
was taste of rezinated wine from ochre paper bags
rumpled, limp
and sticky like an adolescents
latex remnants of an anxious night

I erred - alas, what say you
Dr. Jung?




(c) 2006

 

[Guest]

This isn't going to go any further than this thread... it's that bad

Erratica

Emmy's got garters on wobbly legs and A
Runnel of spunk collecting on the elastiC
Ridges of her stockings that AlI
Aided in pulling up high on her faT
Thighs, since she was toO
Inebriated on beeR
Chased with ryE

Even though her psychiatriC
Regimen included time spent with AlI
Our slutty blonde lush just couldn't count iT
Therapeudic without the euphoriA
Induced when the super-sized rubbeR
Chooses to give her womb a showeR
And audibly explodE

I love it - but you knew I would. Why leave it to languish here? The world is sadly lacking in double acrostics.

 

[OT]

Subject: Include a reference to at least one blonde, a psychoanalyst or therapist, an alcoholic beverage (preferably in a brown paper bag) and a failed prophylactic birth control device.
condom?

bottom shelf binge
failure on a couch
small blond bastard
born

top shelf sipping
failure on a couch
petty bald bastard
buried