Same Title Challenge -- I Hate (fill in the blank)

[champagne1982]

Angeline thought I'd started a challenge like this in the past. When I searched my posts, all the way back to the verrrrrry beginning, I saw that no, t'weren't I.

It's a worthy challenge, and could be fun.

I Hate Cyberspeak!

You sit at your keyboard,
all smiley and bright,
with words overflowing
your mind.

As you type out your thoughts
your fingers
can't keep up.

So, with Orwellian ease
you begin to change
the way we communicate.

u no wat i mean -
4ever abrevi8.

So, if so inclined check in here and we'll work out the posting details. Keep in mind that, although we all love quality, the longer these challenges languish in the wings, sometimes, they tend to become far too imposing for maximum participation. I'd like to be finished within a couple of weeks anyway.

The way I see it, we don't need form or rhyme or limits. Do what you do best, my friends, write a poem.

 

[DeepAsleep]

I siezed on this one, when others haven't caught my interest (and truly, it's not the meat of the challenges... i've been uninspired, lately) and since I'd not like to see it die before it starts...

You've set no limits, and I see no reason to challenge that, but a specific deadline has seemed to work out for the better, from what I've glimpsed in my peekings into this forum.

My bit and a half,

~D.A.

 

[Guest]

STC. Ya. Great idea, I've been thinking of them since my vacation ended because I've been in search of my muse lately.

I need to be inspired.


Other wise, meaning, I am in this STC.


- neo

 

[foehn]

inspiration is only half the battle; the other half is expiration! *sigh*

here's a humble, off-the-cuff offering:



I Hate Fill-In-The-Blank


I hate filling blanks
which are well enough left blank,
unfilled, devoid of meaning and alone.

I hate filling empty things
which are better left empty
as they can offend no one that way.

I hate the always filling-up of space
as though a vacuum should be abhorred
and unfinished things are wrong.

I hate the blooming of flowers
nearing frost, in the fall, doesn’t seem fair
for expression to be so confused, I hate

the emergence of baby grasshoppers
in December, when they had no
choice about the matter, I

hate hate, the arbiter of so many
human traits, and always occurring
so lately, lately

 

[BooMerengue]

Mines off the cuff, too. More like Hip shot...

What I Hate

I hate it when you say you know me well
and then you ask me why I cry at night
you plot and scheme so that you can be right
and all the time I'm hiding in my shell
I keep my silence as you start to yell
and watch as children quickly run in fright
and look to me to aid them in their plight
and picture life in different shades of hell
I wear my guilt as if I were a saint
and say my beads where everyone can see
I smile and nod as if our love was swell
but all the time I scream at how you taint
the love I hold for you, and wish you'd see
I hate it when you say you know me well.



I just sort of shot this out. I think I need analysis...


[size=-1]edited for Fern[/size]

 

[Angeline]

I hate snow,
but I don't. It's beautiful
flake by flake out the window.

Think of Fantasia,
Tchaikovsky's roaring eloquence,
and white-skirted flowers,
like brides floating to icy lakes
sketching dainty calligraphy.

The drifts pile up like diamond
mines, moonshadows fall,
suggest a theatre of shapes,
animals and then I remember

The Shining

and those creepy snow-covered
topiaries raising up on their roots,
while one little boy races
through that glacial maze,

so I have issues I have conflict,
also I might crack my poor head
and forget how to write poems,
but from the other side
of the looking glass,
it's a wonderland.

 

[foehn]

nice

That was a beautifully-written sonnet, Boo.

Thanks.

 

[BooMerengue]

ooohhhhhhhhhhhh The Shining...

Thats what I call a Bam! moment...

nice, Angie

 

[BooMerengue]

Re: nice

That was a beautifully-written sonnet, Boo.

Thanks.

Thank you, Fern!

 

[Angeline]

ooohhhhhhhhhhhh The Shining...

Thats what I call a Bam! moment...

nice, Angie

It scared the heck outta me when I read the book.

 

[BooMerengue]

It scared the heck outta me when I read the book.

Needful Things was better!

 

[BooMerengue]

geeezzzzzzzzzz......

dbl post... sorry

 

[Tathagata]

I Hate Insomnia

under the bed
with all the monsters from childhood
she waits
( Oh it's a she alright)
vindictive bitch
stomping around in my head
at all hours
or showing adult films
on the insides of my eyes

jump starts the thinking at 130 am
and once that baby gets fired up
there's no shutting it down


maybe she's lonely
and want's me to stay up with her
and talk about
every fuckin mistake i've made in my life
every women I didn't get
the poem I never wrote
the things I never said

I wish she'd pick something better
or just stay under the bed
and talk to the deaf dust bunnies

 

[foehn]

Good ones!

This is getting to be a nice collection. Good additions, Tag & Angie! Something else came to mind for me, so here it is:

I Hate

(after Tom T. Hall’s “I Love”)

I hate
chickens when they cluck,
short-bed pickup trucks,
loud, noisy trains
and pain.

I hate
flooding country creeks,
sagging beds that squeek,
preachers when they shout,
and gout.

But I don’t hate you.

I hate leaves I need to rake,
photographs of cake,
buzzards eating junk,
and skunks.

I hate coffee that is weak,
puppies when they leak,
vodka warm and straight,
and hate.

But I don’t hate you.

I hate being made fun of,
parents who don’t love,
watermelon wine,
and scallions.

I hate winners when they brag,
losers when they sag,
movies that are bad,
and death.

But I don’t hate you.


~

 

[BooMerengue]

Re: Good ones!

This is getting to be a nice collection. Good additions, Tag & Angie! Something else came to mind for me, so here it is:

I Hate

(after Tom T. Hall’s “I Love”)

I hate
chickens when they cluck,
short-bed pickup trucks,
loud, noisy trains
and pain.

I hate
flooding country creeks,
sagging beds that squeek,
preachers when they shout,
and gout.

But I don’t hate you.

I hate leaves I need to rake,
photographs of cake,
buzzards eating junk,
and skunks.

I hate coffee that is weak,
puppies when they leak,
vodka warm and straight,
and hate.

But I don’t hate you.

I hate being made fun of,
parents who don’t love,
watermelon wine,
and scallions.

I hate winners when they brag,
losers when they sag,
movies that are bad,
and death.

But I don’t hate you.


~

This is so cute! I've met Ol' Tom... he would like it, too. I catch myself singin it now, and adding my own words.
*laughing aloud
Good job, Fern!

 

[twelveoone]

Angeline thought I'd started a challenge like this in the past. When I searched my posts, all the way back to the verrrrrry beginning, I saw that no, t'weren't I.

It's a worthy challenge, and could be fun.

I Hate Cyberspeak!

You sit at your keyboard,
all smiley and bright,
with words overflowing
your mind.

As you type out your thoughts
your fingers
can't keep up.

So, with Orwellian ease
you begin to change
the way we communicate.

u no wat i mean -
4ever abrevi8.

So, if so inclined check in here and we'll work out the posting details. Keep in mind that, although we all love quality, the longer these challenges languish in the wings, sometimes, they tend to become far too imposing for maximum participation. I'd like to be finished within a couple of weeks anyway.

The way I see it, we don't need form or rhyme or limits. Do what you do best, my friends, write a poem.

I hate to say it,
but I love it - the poem, that is.

 

[Tikee_Booming]

I hate your Beauty

I hate your face.
I hate looking at you.
It is to put the sweetest confection in my mouth.

I hate your laughter.
I hate how your laughter rumbles low into my hollow belly.
It fills the shadows of my body with a sunrise of purple and reds.

I hate your gypsy eyes.
I hate the mischief and alluring mirror of my jaded soul.
It perfects my imperfections filling me with proper illusions.

I hate your mouth.
I hate how they enslave infinite conversations, intimate whispers.
It makes my impregnable heart grow heavy with your kisses.

I hate your beauty.
I hate your crooked teeth and numerous scars.
It is hate I feel for how you are so fucking beautiful to me.

.....................
I hate.
Your beauty
flowing out from within
my small cup running over with your honeywine
sticky sweetness that won't begone from my fingers and lips.
I hate.
Your beauty
hands that grab handfulls of my body, swiftly
casting them to the lush mountain wind, floating
petals of velvet darkness, blooming
into wispy tendrils of silky laughter

Your beauty
I hate.

 

[Angeline]

Re: I hate your Beauty

I hate your face.
I hate looking at you.
It is to put the sweetest confection in my mouth.

I hate your laughter.
I hate how your laughter rumbles low into my hollow belly.
It fills the shadows of my body with a sunrise of purple and reds.

I hate your gypsy eyes.
I hate the mischief and alluring mirror of my jaded soul.
It perfects my imperfections filling me with proper illusions.

I hate your mouth.
I hate how they enslave infinite conversations, intimate whispers.
It makes my impregnable heart grow heavy with your kisses.

I hate your beauty.
I hate your crooked teeth and numerous scars.
It is hate I feel for how you are so fucking beautiful to me.

.....................
I hate.
Your beauty
flowing out from within
my small cup running over with your honeywine
sticky sweetness that won't begone from my fingers and lips.
I hate.
Your beauty
hands that grab handfulls of my body, swiftly
casting them to the lush mountain wind, floating
petals of velvet darkness, blooming
into wispy tendrils of silky laughter

Your beauty
I hate.

I don't know who you are, but I love your poems. More, please.

 

[annaswirls]

off the cuff ~


I have feared too many things to mention
from severed limbs to lost children,

I have misunderstood, misjudged, and missed
opportunity because of my narrow perception

I thought I hated this and that, lima beans and
fish oil, suffering and death. But I don't.

The officer brought in his picture, the man who
abused my children, I wanted to see him

in case he was loitering outside the school
I wanted to protect them... my babies.

My anger turned to hatred when I saw his face.
I hated that he was human, that he looked

just like people I have loved, I hated that
my boys would never be the same, but

after the flush left my cheeks, it disappeared.
When found dead in his prison cell by his own hands,

all I felt was pity, for the man that was a child,
and the people who loved his face

the people ashamed to mourn the death
of this monster he had become.

~


This was too serious. I will write a silly one too, because I know the word hate is generally used to mean things below hate...

because in that sense, I DO hate lima beans
They suck. I would not be sad if they went extinct or were made illegal in the state of Maryland.

and war sucks too.
and bullies.

Maybe that would be another challenge.


____sucks.

Lima beans suck.
hmm it might work

I could sit here all day and write that one

 

[Maria2394]

off the cuff ~


I have feared too many things to mention
from severed limbs to lost children,

I have misunderstood, misjudged, and missed
opportunity because of my narrow perception

I thought I hated this and that, lima beans and
fish oil, suffering and death. But I don't.

The officer brought in his picture, the man who
abused my children, I wanted to see him

in case he was loitering outside the school
I wanted to protect them... my babies.

My anger turned to hatred when I saw his face.
I hated that he was human, that he looked

just like people I have loved, I hated that
my boys would never be the same, but

after the flush left my cheeks, it disappeared.
When found dead in his prison cell by his own hands,

all I felt was pity, for the man that was a child,
and the people who loved his face

the people ashamed to mourn the death
of this monster he had become.

~


This was too serious. I will write a silly one too, because I know the word hate is generally used to mean things below hate...

because in that sense, I DO hate lima beans
They suck. I would not be sad if they went extinct or were made illegal in the state of Maryland.

and war sucks too.
and bullies.

Maybe that would be another challenge.


____sucks.

Lima beans suck.
hmm it might work

I could sit here all day and write that one

okay, that makes two, you and agneline both hate limas...I love them, unless they are the giant yellow, or white ones, baby limas are tolerable, I like fordhooks, its all in the way you cook'em.

oh yeah, liked your poem too, I like when you are serious and I know how you felt about the creep, I felt sad for Jeffrey Dahmer, Lord only knows why, like maybe if his mom had loved him, he wouldnt have turned people into zombies and them eaten them..ohhh..I am about to starve, that thought made me hungry, I am sick, sick I say...


I am too lazy to go through the thread, when is the poem sposed to be posted?

 

[annaswirls]

oh I am not sure about the thread, I just am going along with it...


and the my boys were not my biological boys...for those who did (and didn't) ask

just mine.

I always told my kids, after they were so scared after Columbine, that any shooters would have to come through me first, that even though they were not my real children, that I still had maternal instincts for them, and that if any bad guys came, that their Mama Tiger would protect them

I even had a mean Mama Tiger face and claws.

One time the principal and the vice principal BOTH came in, looking all mean in their big blue suits, coming for one of my boys! And I almost pulled a Cops! mother routine, NOT MY BABY!!!!

I had to restrain myself.

but I did tell the "bad" boy them came to get all about my instincts



he thought I was weird.


okay

weird is one of my former students tracked me down through my poetry on another site

how weird is that?

eek!

wonder how many former students linger the halls of literotica.

I am hijacking this thread with babble.

okay back to


HATE
I hate
whatever it is that takes children
and turns them into anything less
than love and nature intended

damn I HATE the word HATE

there is my poem.

I hate the word Hate.

coming up soon....

 

[champagne1982]

Angeline thought I'd started a challenge like this in the past. When I searched my posts, all the way back to the verrrrrry beginning, I saw that no, t'weren't I.

It's a worthy challenge, and could be fun.

I Hate Cyberspeak!

You sit at your keyboard,
all smiley and bright,
with words overflowing
your mind.

As you type out your thoughts
your fingers
can't keep up.

So, with Orwellian ease
you begin to change
the way we communicate.

u no wat i mean -
4ever abrevi8.

So, if so inclined check in here and we'll work out the posting details. Keep in mind that, although we all love quality, the longer these challenges languish in the wings, sometimes, they tend to become far too imposing for maximum participation. I'd like to be finished within a couple of weeks anyway.

The way I see it, we don't need form or rhyme or limits. Do what you do best, my friends, write a poem.

I hate that y'all want a date,
and put the pressure on me!

Of course that's the thread starters problem, I don't know why I tried to foist it off into commitee, I just did.

So, I figure if today is the 11th.. and sometimes it's not too heavy a posting day (for eve ) then we'll keep the date a Tuesday and say 2 weeks from now.

Submit Monday the 17th for posting on Tuesday the 18th

in the 'Notes' field add that the poem is for a Same Title Challenge off the poetry forum and maybe we'll have them all up on the same day.

 

[foehn]

i agree with Angeline

Tikee_Booming

I hate your laughter.
I hate how your laughter rumbles low into my hollow belly.
It fills the shadows of my body with a sunrise of purple and reds.

I hate your gypsy eyes.
I hate the mischief and alluring mirror of my jaded soul.
It perfects my imperfections filling me with proper illusions.

I hate your mouth.
I hate how they enslave infinite conversations, intimate whispers.
It makes my impregnable heart grow heavy with your kisses.

Yeah, we want to see more. More, already.

 

[annaswirls]

Re: i agree with Angeline

Yeah, we want to see more. More, already.

we almost have a quorum

write damn it!

and introduce yourself in the roll call, I want details!
But seriously, damn good writing.

 

[Remec]

Hatred

I hate that.
Of course, that...
all-encompassing word
such as it is...
varies from time
and place

Cars pulling out
when the road is clear
to the horizon behind you,

Shopping carts,
laden with a week's worth
of clipped coupon savings,
pushed into the
express lane.

Words and phrases
that dance their way
through my brain,
or over my tongue,
but never seem to make it
beyond my fingertips
and to page or screen.

Memories of events...
special times and people...
who the very thought of
makes the throat ache
and the eyes water,
dimming down to nothing
but emotional
reflexes

I hate that.