More Challenges, less bickering! :)

[HomerPindar]

Hi folks....seeing as I've been gone a bit, I thought it only right to tortur...um, challenge you all now that I'm back. Ok ok, stop complaining, sheez...

Here ya go, take a word that you can find multiple meanings for, or, multiple spellings with different meanings. Any word that can be a noun or verb tends to work - load for example. Or, Which, which can also be witch. Ok, got a word?

Right, you're going to use it three times, and if you use another spelling (which/witch) you're gonna use THAT spelling three times too.

Last, the middle two lines have to rhyme - I want to see if the middle line rhyming can lend impact, or a sense of crescendo, to a poem. Hence, the repetition of the words gets take to a peak and down again...or that's the image in my head. Play with it....

No, I've not written one yet. Oh, and if there is a challenge going right now, my appologies for stepping on any toes (or fins, paws, or what have you). I'm still working my way through the forums, so if it's there I'll find it.

HomerPindar

 

[HomerPindar]

For some reason I choose a really crappy word to work with...


Walking Towards Jim Morrison

Through the wrought iron gate,
the walking stick knows the way.
Tapping past tombstones
to that once walking streak of sexuality
I passed on the towers
      to lay flowers
upon his grave.
I try not to see misguided signs
painted across others rest.
Walking away with dignity; I leave no less.

(mind you, I have no idea if the cemetary in question has wrought iron gates)

HomerPindar

 

[WickedEve]

Which Witch

Dorothy couldn't decide
which witch, good or bad.
This ain't Kansas anymore,
no choosing which boys to kiss.
Just pick the wicked witch;
satisfy that curious itch;
follow the rainbow road.
She'll know which one --
witch sliding on a broom.
This ain't Kansas anymore.

 

[lickmyboot]

interesting challange

I was caught reading an arthouse magazine at the hairdresser's today. Thus, a poem was spawned.

Seen Scene

"It's the scene to be seen,"
she said stroking her fingers
up and down the Riedel wine glass,
I, an outsider--surveyor of this arthouse scene,
am purely obscene
as I'm seen counting the tiny buttons
down her tight designer dress.
She, however, is seen as the art whore
a philanthropist waiting to be raped
by poets and artists and
drag queen drama queens
All so that she will be
the "Scene Queen Supreme."

 

[Floater]

Under Pressure on the Underground –
A Everyday Tale of London Lust

I was taught
Nice boys ought
To avert their gaze
If a skirt is short
Otherwise
Their eyes get caught
Their pants get taut
And their faces fraught -
Wise advice
Make no mistake
Is easy to give
But hard to take
When girls will court
Looks of this sort
And disport
Their charms
As a fleshly torte
With a cherry or two
That quite peep through
The too-tight tee shirts
They’re addicted to.