Mystery Thread

[Lauren Hynde]

Made you look.

This one contains a challenge. If you reached this point, you cannot go back without posting a poem here.

To make it interesting, let's make it a poem containing the words:

- retroactive
- silverware
- sheet
- metaphysic(s)

... and
- a name of Italian origin, your choice.

There, that should be fun.

 

[sideshow_cecil]

must gnaw off leg to... escape... lauren's... trap

Aristotle's Metaphysics
was dragging my eyelids couchward
Rocky Balboa
distracted me by fighting Apollo Creed
my intellectual balance sheet
showed retroactive changes
a small accounting adjustment
to my cortex and it's greed

that's when I noticed

the perpetual motion machine
on the left end
of my grey
stone
mantel

had stopped.

stopped like my silverware
on it's way to brocolli

 

[sideshow_cecil]

I can't help but notice that at the time of this posting there were 10 "views" of this thread, which means that probably 8 of those views are CHICKENS! who didn't follow the rules!

Lauren, I think it's time to heat up that smoke wagon in your right hand...

 

[pointless]

ba- KAW!

 

[Guest]

The silverware was black,
with age and retroactive egg stains
She used electrolysis.
A sheet of tin,
metaphysics.

Houdinni would have been proud.

 

[sideshow_cecil]

okay, so I went and called everyone out when I cheated myself and forgot to use "silverware". I've corrected my work, but not my karma. (not to be confused with karmadog, who I have no intention of correcting and I claim no ownership of)

 

[RazzRajen]

Made you look.

This one contains a challenge. If you reached this point, you cannot go back without posting a poem here.

.........
There, that should be fun.

Okay Lauren...here goes nothing......

Listening in the night , lights glinting
off the polished silver
ware. Slow cuts,
retroactive and retrograde.
what do We consume, partake and sate?

Crimson flows , oozing slowly
Rare He said
and fed her achingly
fetchingly, clutchingly, somnolently
even; metaphysically, nay
Not That, the clangor rose.

Slovenly sheets of misting rain,
covered the alabaster form she made,
running , a gazelle.
Salvatore did that in his paintings.
No no that was Salvador!

Achingly, clutchingly, fetchingly
she ran to
Him and melted
into One.


Razz

 

[Cordelia]

outside at Cafe Roma

feeling
cold metal
of art deco chair
through my skirt

tearing up a sheet of poetry
i had hoped
apologies were retroactive

but the silverware knows
and two
spoons remind me
of the metaphysical nature

of "i'm so sorry"

by inverting my image
and glaring back



Cordelia

 

[Angeline]

Cookin with Grandma

Do not mix up the silverware:
everyday milk here; everyday meat there.

The forks knives spoons inside that sheet
will ne'er suffer tarnished defeat,
and thus on holy days so high
will both shine bright and yet comply
with Talmud.

No no not that sheet!
That one's for forks we use with meat.
Get that one there for use with dairy

(You Moische Kapoyer always contrary,
what are you doing with that pot?
We need the everyday--that's not
the one for borscht on Sabbath day.)

Ok, Grandma, but now I'm quizzical.
Can we just get metaphysical?
Let me hear your spirit talk.

Are you aware no one can walk
inside your kitchen without a crash?
Not that I'm bitchin. Not that I'm brash,
but lordy lord did you have pots
and pans and silverware.

(Lauren, I met your dare
almost

and not to end it sounding shrewish
but did you know the librettoist* for Don Giovanni
was Jewish?)

*Lorenzo da Ponte -- Operetic Poet: 'Le Nozze di Figaro', 'Don Giovanni', 'Cosi fan tutte'

 

[Senna Jawa]

 

eternal Italy


    i prompt myself
    forget metaphysics
    be proactive man
    participate
    in the spring session
    of the United Womanation
    around the swimming pool
    help chicks from Russia Bulgaria India Brazil
    and local Californians
    to get suntan
    yeah especially from India and Brazil
    and teach them breast stroke

    but no i must
    brood retroactive in sheet lightning
    about the Italian Revolt
    about the revolutionary
    cleavage and decolletage and bust
    of Gina Lolobrigida and Sophia Loren
    about their white sheets dark eyes and white table cloth
    and never mind the silverware
    my hands would do





Regards,

 

[KillerMuffin]

- retroactive
- silverware
- sheet
- metaphysic(s)

... and
- a name of Italian origin, your choice.

retroactive stars on Galileo's sheet
scattered silverware of the universe
heavens rotate like a bastard heretic
Catholic metaphysics spun on its ear

 

[Rybka]

Deano
laid the silverware
                        then the waitress
changed the sheets
metaphysically
                   thinking
of the retroactive

 

[HomerPindar]

Fermi complained of being retroactive
as I spun radioactive silverware in my mashed potatos.
The metaphysics behind twirling radioactive mexican
sheet metal completely undid my sense of
irony.

NOTE:
Emilio, I am getting rusty and old, I cannot follow the highbrow theory developed by Oppenheimer's pupils any more. I went to their seminar and was depressed by my inability to understand them. Only the last sentence cheered me up. It was: "And this is Fermi's theory of beta decay."
Enrico Fermi (1901 - 1954), "A Random Walk in Science" compiled by R. L. Weber, edited by E. Mendoza

Recycled Radioactive Metals May Be In Your Home - (The Progressive "Nuclear Spoons") Censored '99 page 41 Project Censored.

HomerPindar

 

[Chloe Byrnes]

A Retroactive Meal

Storming into the house, armed with shields and retroactive regrets, my piglet Giulia I found, sitting prettily and feline, type-type-typewriting at my desk. What are you doing? I asked. Her tiny forked piglet-foot, pointing straight ahead as usual, invited me to read the blank paper sheet. She had taken the typewriter ribbon and used it ad ostentationem around her coyly wiggly spiralling tail. Guilia had always been culprit of my metaphysics' inclinations. Without a word I went to the kitchen, opened the silverware cabinet, took the big knife from the carving set and heated the grill. At my desk, feline Guilia kept type-type-typewriting. I cut a few slices off her, enough for a decent meal. Some of the ribbon decorated the tray.