TEAM TWO

  • Baby Rainbow
    10 years ago

    PLEASE DO NOT POST HERE UNLESS YOU ARE IN TEAM TWO.

    Larry
    Potp
    Karla

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    PROMPTS:

    1. Tanka
    2. Poverty
    3. Include the words "just before dawn"
    4. 35-40 syllables
    5. Wild Card (any poem)
    6. Must have 10 lines.
    7. Etheree. (normal or reversed)
    8. Include the words "coffee" and "bench"
    9. Must mention a word that tells you what the weather is/was like. (rain, tornado, storm, hot etc)
    10. Double haiku/senryu

  • Baby Rainbow
    10 years ago

    GO!!

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    1. Tanka

    When she sees the moth
    struggling to reach the light
    her heart yeans for love
    one that would draw him to her
    and melt together - ignite!

  • Poet on the Piano
    10 years ago

    2. Poverty

    She had wealth within her reach,
    arising with cotton sheets and cherry blossoms
    upon fair skin-
    yet her heart was poor,
    for love was a linnet bird
    that had not serenaded her
    no matter how many times
    she practiced the song of hope.

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    3. "just before dawn"

    I came awake
    just before dawn,
    slipped out of bed
    careful not to awaken
    my wife and cat
    from their innocent dreams.

    This emerging day will see
    a proposition unclaimed
    until its time was ripened
    so it is well to let them sleep
    to witness foolishness by me
    would not start their day well.

  • Poet on the Piano
    10 years ago

    4. 35-40 syllables

    Rain flirts with dreamers,
    who contemplate the dregs
    from the bottom of their
    coffee mugs,
    a self-fulfilling
    prophecy-
    today bears
    stubborn remains
    yet will wash
    away.

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    5. Wild card

    Rotten grapes cannot be eaten
    Yet when distilled
    they are excellent for wine.

    Suffer the difficult child
    It is your modeling
    he will emulate and which
    determines the vintage.

  • Poet on the Piano
    10 years ago

    6. Must have 10 lines.

    Your poetry was always handwritten,
    always. Even when phone calls interrupted
    your daily routine of haikus and meditation,
    even when the world seemed to board up
    every window in your home and you lost inspiration.
    There was never a secretary hired- you were the only author of a life you spent trying to understand. You thrived on papyrus until 1999, until your breaths became shallow and legs became paralyzed. Hundreds of reams litter your living room,
    your life now waits to be read...

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    7. Etheree

    Ten
    living
    men and boys
    came to a space -
    clearing in the woods -
    without care for danger
    stepped into a well laid trap:
    bullets tore through helmets and heads,
    battle over with no shots returned;
    ten men and boys were dragged to a mass grave.

  • Poet on the Piano
    10 years ago

    8. Include the words "coffee" and "bench"

    We were incompetent lovers,
    unable to reach beyond barriers
    and create clarity within each
    other's hearts.
    In a New York City haze,
    cautiously sitting on a moldy
    wooden bench,
    sipping on lukewarm coffee,
    we tried again to critically
    solve the problem of
    ineptitude.

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    9. Weather word

    Rain flies up
    the fire rages
    trees crash exploding.
    Men who jump from planes
    surround the blaze
    armed with shovels
    armed with foam
    but exposed to hell.

    The storm that rages
    does little to slow
    the conflagration;
    they must fall back
    form a new perimeter
    start the containment
    after yielding up lives
    of trees, animals and hope.

  • Poet on the Piano
    10 years ago

    10. Double haiku/senryu

    Thunder startles us,
    rebelling outside these walls,
    rage of injustice.

    In the House of God,
    we are safe from all tremors,
    singing to calm gales.

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    2-1. Tanka

    I watch you asleep
    hold my hand over my mouth
    so that my breath wind
    does not waken you, my love,
    you must come to me uncalled.

  • Poet on the Piano
    10 years ago

    2-2 Poverty

    Living as nomads,
    swaddling her son
    in tainted rags,
    for she must keep
    moving toward land
    that will not forsake
    them.
    Home is where their
    hearts beat in unison,
    though she still fears
    her child will never
    build a foundation
    for his dreams.

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    2-3.

    Just before dawn this poem
    was called for by baby rainbow
    but it is only now finding
    the freedom to be released
    on unsuspecting poets -
    "no mas."

  • Poet on the Piano
    10 years ago

    2-4.

    Afternoon croaks
    at the back of my
    lungs-
    my teeth need to be
    brushed, my dog fed,
    my homework done;
    time is lapsing
    while I try to straighten
    my posture
    before sunset.

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    2-5. Wild card

    Meet me on the Riverwalk
    we'll dance and drink
    until the dawn rises
    over the walls of the Alamo.
    Then we'll salute the gallant
    and order breakfast
    and fall back to our room
    exhausted but ready
    for the coming evening
    when we'll do it all again.

  • Poet on the Piano
    10 years ago

    2-6

    Anyone can shorten their thoughts,
    broadcast a pithy paragraph
    by removing any depth-
    relinquishing emotions to nature
    evading true humanity
    vacating a sacred identity
    isolating themselves from analysis
    avoiding problematic finds
    trusting that all will heed the message
    excusing the excitability of further words.

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    2-7. Reverse Etheree

    Ten men and boys were found in a mass grave
    no clues to the killers but they knew
    the murderous clan who'd take out
    the lives of friends and comrades
    plans were laid to get them
    revenge would be sweet
    circles of death
    coil like snakes
    no end
    left.

  • Poet on the Piano
    10 years ago

    2-8

    Coffee stains our
    neatly pressed collars,
    as we become content
    with resting on
    abandoned benches,
    spilling poison with each
    kiss, struck
    by what's forbidden
    in the sky.

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    2-9. Weather word

    Spring is pleasant in Houston
    for the three weeks it lasts -
    rain and wind, fair or foul;
    still, not the boiling pot
    of summer that immediately
    brings to every face a scowl.

  • Everlasting
    10 years ago

    2-10 Double Senryu

    screams in the bathroom,
    a girl calling the police;
    vulgar on the run

    one paramedic
    wearing white gloves, holds her head;
    dad comes home and prays

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    3-1. Tanka

    Yellowstone trembles
    over super volcano
    threatens to blow out
    ash and fire across ten states:
    hurry or miss Old Faithful.

  • Poet on the Piano
    10 years ago

    EDIT

    3-2

    We are defined by our neediness,
    yet our hands are muddy with earth,
    with human will, with a beating heart
    that will not be quieted at dusk.
    Some say we are poor because we
    are imperfect humans,
    yet I say it is this that makes us
    even more valued,
    a splendid blessing to behold.

  • Everlasting
    10 years ago

    3-3

    Just before dawn
    the flowers in my backyard
    awoke to say good-bye
    to the moon.

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    3-4. 35-40 syllables

    My teen child comes to me
    eyes filled with glee
    tells me of latest pup
    that she's patched up.

    Now here's an adult
    wisdom to consult
    for sniffling cat.
    Where did she get that?

  • Everlasting
    10 years ago

    3-5

    Homework,
    you are the notebooks on my desk.
    the assignment, I have yet to finish.
    the pencils, I have yet to use,
    but the keyboard where I type
    and the music of Mozart.
    In you, I find myself lost.

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    3-6

    However much I struggle
    to remember the good times
    it is the fear of the future
    for my children I dread
    and the world they must endure

    Let the metes and bounds of war
    be drawn with narrowing sticks
    let the fields grow lush again
    where tanks have torn the soil
    it is too little to ask - yet I do.

  • Everlasting
    10 years ago

    3-7 Etheree

    a
    tiny
    but little
    but more little
    than the little and
    tiny but little thing
    that that tiny and little
    thing - does to me, is more little
    than what that tiny and little thing
    would do if it was not tiny little.

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    3-8. coffee bench

    "Even though
    I sat on the bench
    I wanted to play,"
    his true voice.

    It made my daughter
    sigh in compassion
    as she sipped her
    caramel coffee cream.

  • Everlasting
    10 years ago

    3-9

    Hot comes to mind,
    but it doesn't feel like it's boiling,
    cold is out of the question
    I guess "all right,"
    it's what defines it.

    The weather it's fine.

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    3-10. Double haiku-senryu

    The path curves and up
    along the edge of a cliff
    eyes closed - smell the pine.

    Snow melts rivulets
    dripping down over the side
    splashing wakes me up.

  • Everlasting
    10 years ago

    4-1 Tanka

    silver light appears
    afore the shores and the sea
    like a thread of hair
    from a maiden in a cliff
    braiding a road to her love.

  • Poet on the Piano
    10 years ago

    4-2 Poverty

    Canned soup, saltine crackers,
    jello packets... we never had
    sophisticated mouths.
    Yet you have taught me life
    through every word the
    tongue considers.
    I am rich from your offerings,
    from meaning that has no
    label or distinct taste.

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    4-3. Just before Dawn

    In the afternoon my soul longs
    for the quietude of my bed;
    to be alone, reading a book,
    glass of something beside me.

    But then night comes, you're gone,
    I've got my book, my wine
    but not the quiet that I wanted
    it is just before the dawn I sleep.

  • Poet on the Piano
    10 years ago

    4-4 35-40 syllables

    Sacrifice, honor, liberty...
    these were mantras burned
    into your flesh, leaving eyes
    that served as embers
    for a people who tended
    no fire.

  • Everlasting
    10 years ago

    4-5 Wild Card

    As fast as songs, a man with steady fingers typed.
    He said, this is easy like dancing with a gal.
    A step in front, another step aback, I lead the dance.
    I pull her close to me, I press the keys to waltz.
    At night with music playing in the deck, I write.

    Be careful, slow it down, just follow my command,
    the mind implored. In time, a story of love will waltz.
    if not, you'll trip and fall with words that'll come out
    of your mouth. To slap your face for rushing out.

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    4-6. 10 lines.

    King Arthur and all his knights
    went searching for the grail;
    they passed through troubles
    they fought across harsh odds
    yet most returned to table round
    hands empty as their hearts.

    Two alone attained the treasure:
    Galahad through gallant purity
    Percival by stumbling innocence;
    doubting Lancelot could only look on.

  • Poet on the Piano
    10 years ago

    4-7. Etheree (normal or reverse)

    We used to camouflage ourselves in your
    aunt's apple orchard, red writing its
    memoir on our chubby chins, cheeks
    and sun-baked lips. We weasled
    past morning chores and strain
    while dawn greeted us
    with delicious
    full gardens
    of our
    youth.

  • Larry Chamberlin
    10 years ago

    4-8. Coffee bench

    Spring days in the park
    sitting on the bench
    drinking my Starbucks
    and watching the squirrels
    chasing after joggers;
    okay for now but please
    don't make me suffer
    endless days of this type
    in what some would call
    retirement.