MOONLIGHT MUSES' POEMS AND SCORES

Lap 6
Round 3
Toilet

You always were dirty,
no matter how often I washed
your mouth out with soap,
wipe your face like a snotty
nose kid and bleached
your off-white shirt -

you always talked shit.

Lap 7
Round 1
21 syllables

frostbitten grass spoke of winter,
then heat flared like bright autumn leaves -
Indian summer.

Scoreboard updated.

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Round 2
Tanka

Cascading river
cold as the ice it came from
dropping to abyss
over boulders of granite
transparent, like perfect glass

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Round 3
water

Whilst,
laying within your arms
you traced a finger across
my lips,
that were dry.
like leaves in September.

"I'll get you some water"
you said...

I closed my eyes
in disappointment..

for I realized
that you didn't understand,

that water wouldn't
quench the thirst I had for love

Lap 7

Round 4
Free verse

A faltering daisy chain settles
on her frail and fragile head,
tiptoes and giggling laughter
is the only sound heard
through these hallways.

Her innocence begs to be
straightened, remain intact,
while all our broken world does
is rake away her magic
bit by bit,
until she is shattered,
just like a broken daisy chain.

Lap 7
Round 5
Include the word "microscope"

Tequila Sunrise

As August flew by
on the wings of a raven,
I kissed summer good-bye
with naked lips and fell
into the arms of a tequila sunrise.

I swallowed your lies
with a pinch of salt
and a squeeze of lemon
but it was far too late to kill
the bitter after taste
of deceit.

A dash of grenadine swirled
upon orange silk, flirting
delightfully upon my tongue.
A dispirited image of how
we once blended.

And as winter approached
I found me -
locking eyes with a gentleman
above a glass of virgin sunrise
sharing a maraschino cherry.

And I found you -
eyes bleeding tears of regret
beneath a bare evergreen,
a dying mistletoe in hand.

And even with a microscope
I still can not find that part
of my heart that says

I give a damn !

Falalala - lalala - ha !

Lap 7
Round 6
Wild Card [21 syllables]

a morning burst
of orange citrus
upon skin,
awakens the sun
from reverie.

Lap 7
Round 7
Cat

Of course you'd stutter-
cats played with your tongue,
clawing your taste buds and
purring with pleasure.
Like a jazz musician you
lure felines with rhythm
swaying 'til your pelvic's content.

Lap 7
Round 8
ababb

Resting upon my sturdy couch
beer in hand, game on television
laying back in a comfortable slouch
yelling at the ref, for a bad decision
and cursing a player's indecision.

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Round 9
PnQ Member

Majestic words flutter off her fingertips
enveloping me like a comforting blanket,
linking my heart with her connected words -
perhaps she has witnessed my dreams
or absorbed my dark nightmares,
marking her territory in my brain
ending her drought, inspiration flows
near crumpled paper, her block once again
evening itself out, more majestic words shall come.

Lap 7
Round 10
Alliterative verse

Silky Sunshine

The silky silhouette of sun-rays slip
between the trees, tempting my taste buds
and casting colorful candescent creations
surprisingly like sipping sunshine from a silver spoon

Lap 7
Round 11
Five Line

I've been dizzy in thought
speaking of drizzling sunshine into a toilet's mouth
to morning bursts of orange upon my face -
now all that is left are cobwebs
and a kink in my writing.

Lap 7
Round 12
Halloween

As the alien's jaws
contracted, out jumped
the crackled candy,
claimed the ground and
covered in dirt,
disguised as gross,
who cares? It's still
delicious.

Lap 7
round13
toilet

you know I sat
there,
my cheeks red
like a cherry

my hair sweaty,
sticky, stuck to my forehead...

three whole hours,
and I was left
with nothing
but your lines on
my ever so round bum..

I pressed,
and you gargled
clean water...

and I left,
exhausted
and broken hearted.

you expected me to shit
but I just farted.

Lap 8
Round 1
21

Twenty-one, few instances
to create a masterpiece
that would compare to the best.

Lap 8
Round 2
Tanka

Message in a Bottle

Sole broken bottle
bobbing in cold, cold water
slips beneath the sea
buried in the sand so deep
who will ever find me now

Lap 8
Round 3
Water

Rather than a gentle mist
that could've crawled through
window screen, to softly
moisturize my face,
it clattered 'cross the pleated pane,
assaulted sheets and soaked my bed.
Demented drops, my morning's
now deranged.

Lap 8
Round 4
Free verse

I often believe
that I'm too attached to you..

but then I remember,
that you're too attached to me too

and,
I am okay.

Lap 8

Round 5
Use word microscope

How many times
must we backpedal in life
before we realize
people will continuously peer at us
through their shattered microscope?

How many times
must we fall and fail in love
before we realize
people will never build us up
like our own expectations do?

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Round 6
(wildcard) Include the word "microscope"

Isn't Life Just Full of Oxymoron

Feeling alone in a crowd
has always hung upon my sleeve
and bad luck seemed to always
follow me around tugging
at the hem of my long shorts

I've always been known
as the girl who is awfully pretty
with the better than new clothes
from the big town,
yet most times I find myself
to be pretty ugly
with my mean smile and
nasty politeness

People simply turn a blind eye
to the numb feeling that
partially destroys the
round edges of my open heart.
And it is sadly funny
and a sure guess that they
silently whisper true lies
about the poor rich kid
they think I am.

Yet beneath a microscope
I simply see myself as -
insanely normal

Such a tragic comedy life can
be sometimes, eh !.

Lap 8
Round 7
Cats

Lush and loathing in the sun
and deadly as a dormant gun
my slinker slinks and slyly winks
his languid brows and then meows.
There's nothing that's quite so entrancing
(though perhaps here I'm just romancing)
the quiet quality of a cat...
the oddly graceful little prat.

Lap 8

Round 8
aabab rhyme scheme

Some say it's a mystery
the whereabouts of your history
and I know it's deep in debt,
but with a mind so blistery
it's easy you would forget.

Lap 8
Round 9
Member

Loving woman
underated by most member
always there for you
never backing down from a challenge
not afraid of other members
entertaining poet.

Lap 8
Round 10
Alliterative

HOLY CRAP I LOVE ALLITERATION POEMS.

Irate I'd be, if indeed
'twere so, that thinking
thoughts to twine together
such scintillating syllables
in smashing fashion,
was wickedly wiped out.
If situations should arise
I'd wield my words with wondrous woe,
clawing with consonants, collecting cringes,
and lastly lassoing
an assonance lance to poke
and prance prettily 'pon
the perpetrator's pouting personage.

Lap 8
Round 11
Five lines

Swirling is a sea
of confusion, I find myself
drowning in the bitter
cold of broken dreams
doing all I can, to stay afloat

Lap 8

Round 12
Halloween

Tonight I will sit
and carve,
most create fantasies
with smiley faces and crooked eyebrows,
and others assemble the scariest faces
I think I've ever seen.
Once or twice I've seen a scene -
a scary house with cobwebs and spiders
looming around the moldy pieces.

But tonight, I will carve a simple scowl
because once again,
I have to write a Halloween poem
for this darn contest.

Lap 8
Round 13
Toilet

The twirl that swirls
furls to the right,
it sweeps the turds
unheard to tubes
under the ground
where smells abound.
I watch the rush
and feel a flush
on cheeks alight.
I'm watching water
swelling right,
you watch it pulling left,
and this is how our
hemispheres connect.

Lap 9
Round 1
21 syllables

Pushing Daisies

Daisies
at my head,
your knees
at my feet
all is cool
and quiet
in my wooden
suite

Lap 9

Round 2
Tanka

Silver bells ring out
time to prove Christmas is near
though it's really not -
Stores didn't get the memo
we haven't had Halloween!

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Round 3
Water

Angel's tears cascade
upon highways of
raging water
weaving through boulders
down peaks of snow
past towering Evergreens
to salt filled seas
only to be lifted
by sun's rays,
resting in Heaven
until Angels cry again.

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Round 4
free verse

Your tone
blisters my lips
as you draw the drapery
to blind my senses
to the outside world

I am but soil
beneath your feet
without a star to wish
upon, nor a moonbeam
to caress my fingertips.

Kicked and crushed,
spat upon with filthy words
until I crumble.

And with a twist
of your wrist, you sweep me
under the mat
like yesterday's dirt

Out of sight, out of mind

Lap 9
Round 5
Microscope

Under magnifying glass,
the microscopic
frying of an insect's brains.

Lap 9

Round 6
Wildcard (free verse)

Lofty sighs are heard
upon lovers' lips
and promises are made
in eachothers' eyes -
we mustn't lose our heads
by the passion engulfed
in our fiery throats.

It's in the simplicity
of romantic encounters
that we begin to feel
the heat rise, the urgency
truly begin to pull.
Only then can we fasten ourselves
for turbulence.

Lap 9
Round 7
Cats

A jungle stalker
watching your prey's every move
waiting,
planning,
being patient until,
the time to strike.
Like a ninja,
coated in all black.
Agile as any living being.
You are the jungle king.

Lap 9
Round 8

aabab rhyme scheme

There's a Hole in my Boat

My hands are sweaty, knees are weak
my tongue so tied I can barely speak
sand is slipping through the glass of time
almost finished, just a little tweak
oh God my aabab scheme does not rhyme

Lap 9

Round 9
PnQ Member

Sometimes when I'm down, you always
understand exactly the kind of laughter I
need. I've told you once or twice, you're the
sunshine of my life - the brightest shade of yellow
humble as can be, you focus on being unselfish
in every aspect of your life, always giving what others
need before your own necessities.
everyone needs a sunshine like you.

Lap 9
Round 10
Alliterative

I saw a woodchuck wallowing, weeping,
upchucking chucked wood. I wondered if
perhaps his parabolic
rollercoaster riding rambunctiousness
counted as correlative to his downchucked
upchucking, so I checked the charts,
did math, and counted his convulsions.

Lap 9
Round 11
5 lines

Leaves wave in the wind
on a cold October night
pumpkins line the streets
Marking children's jackpots
filling hearts with sugary joy.

Lap 9

Round 12
Halloween

Tonight I will sit
and carve,
most create fantasies
with smiley faces and crooked eyebrows,
and others assemble the scariest faces
I think I've ever seen.
Once or twice I've seen a scene -
a scary house with cobwebs and spiders
looming around the moldy pieces.

But tonight, I will carve a simple scowl
because once again,
I have to write a Halloween poem
for this darn contest.