THE CLUB #2

  • silvershoes
    10 years ago

    PLEASE ONLY POST ON THIS THREAD IF YOU ARE PART OF THIS GROUP.

    Prompts will be added tomorrow morning, and then edited each morning with a new set!

    Remember, there are no rules on consecutive posting; members can post as many poems as they can, but double posts by another member for the same prompt, will not be counted.

    ALL POEMS MUST BE NEWLY WRITTEN, AND MUST FOLLOW THE ORDER OF THE PROMPTS.

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    PROMPTS:

    1. Must mention ONE animal AND ONE NUMBER

    2. Wild Card

    3. category : Life

    4. Must include the words of a club name on this site. Yes, you can use the same club twice

    5. Formed poem (excluding haiku/senryu)

    6. Alcohol or Drugs

    7. 10-13 lines

    8. Must include a metaphor or similie

  • nouriguess
    10 years ago

    2 - Wild card

    She jumped out
    of the bed, already ready
    to see him, with
    butterflies in her stomach.

    She washed her face twice,
    brushed her teeth twice,
    played with the curls of her hair,
    indulged her eyelids with
    kohl and went out.
    She walked fast, biting her
    lower lip, cracking her knuckles,
    and checking on the car mirrors if
    her mascara needs fixing,
    every ten seconds.
    She crossed
    the roadblocks, passed the old
    city narrow paths
    and prayed that he'll be there
    sitting on the same bench.

    She arrived and he wasn't there.
    She waited for him for half an hour,
    for a whole day,
    a month,
    she's still waiting and

    he hasn't showed up yet.

  • nouriguess
    10 years ago

    3. Category: Life

    And here I sit, thinking
    of a poem that could give you
    a good idea about life,
    my palms cupping my face,
    my head searching for answers,
    my eyes rolling around,
    as life passes me by

  • nouriguess
    10 years ago

    4. Must include the words of a club name on this site. Yes, you can use the same club twice 

    The Club is a place where you
    can be yourself, no matter how dramatic
    and eccentric and talkative you are.
    Everyone will understand.

  • silvershoes
    10 years ago

    5. Formed poem (excluding haiku/senryu)

    A formed poem without
    creativity is what the
    rogues might call it.
    Oh, but I know better than to
    slander what small,
    tender hues hide
    in the confines of an acrostic's
    cage.

  • silvershoes
    10 years ago

    6. Alcohol or Drugs

    Red is my color.
    The dark red of blood that runs in my veins
    and makes me stumble in the dark.
    Not made of 4,000 odd components,
    breathing life into muscled limbs,
    but the fine result of crushed black grapes,
    dark skin, and an old oaken barrel.

  • silvershoes
    10 years ago

    7. 10-13 lines

    The calico stray met the
    Haughty tom on the
    Inches of a
    Railing.
    There they stood, unsure if
    Ever there was a way around
    Each other's mangy hides.
    Neither could back up, you see.

    Lay, they did, down on the railing
    In a fit of feline defeat,
    Never looking down to see
    Esther, the volatile mutt,
    Sizing up her dinner.

  • silvershoes
    10 years ago

    8. Must include a metaphor or similie

    He was like a cold shower
    on an even colder day.
    His breath on my neck
    raised the hairs on my arms.
    Don't imagine he was a stranger,
    for I knew him.
    I knew him far too well.

  • silvershoes
    10 years ago

    1. Must mention ONE animal AND ONE NUMBER

    Seven was a devil horse with flames burning in his chest.
    He hated humans with a fury, that's why I loved him best.
    The master and his trainer thought Seven was possessed.
    I tried to tell them many times, poor Seven was distressed.
    With patience and a kindness, Seven's hatred was addressed.
    He finally let me on his back, and I knew then I was blessed.

  • silvershoes
    10 years ago

    2. Wild Card (haiku)

    Horses broke the gate
    Grass and dust in disarray
    Thunder down the hill

  • silvershoes
    10 years ago

    3. category : Life

    An acorn begins its formation
    into the mighty oak
    while still dangling from its crown.
    Green and hints of brown,
    not too soft and not too hard;
    a floating seed is best.

  • silvershoes
    10 years ago

    4. Must include the words of a club name on this site. Yes, you can use the same club twice

    I have heard of a man who sits in shadows
    and waits hours for prey to pass -
    a fawn or some small rodent.
    He freezes like a statue until a pea-sized, beating heart
    rustles in dry grass inches from his toes.
    The club raised above his head, blood drained from his arms;
    he brings it down in a blur of woody death.
    All that is heard then is a dull thud and a
    crack.

  • abracadabra
    10 years ago

    5. Formed

    What is the name of this supposed "poetic form" that asks a stupid question and ends with a two-word rhyming response?
    Terse Verse

  • abracadabra
    10 years ago

    6. Alcohol or Drugs

    We laugh in the woods,
    our boots cutting through the crunch
    of leaves and frost,
    our spirits as high
    as eucalyptus trees,
    our ziplock bag full
    of mushrooms.

  • abracadabra
    10 years ago

    7. 10-13 lines

    We lie back
    and watch the stars.
    Constellations
    light up
    before our eyes,
    planets revolve
    in the blackness
    and outside the
    dome of this
    planetarium
    the sun reaches
    its zenith.

  • abracadabra
    10 years ago

    8. Must include a metaphor or similie

    You cut me
    like a knife
    like a butterknife
    only used for the soft and weak

  • abracadabra
    10 years ago

    1. Must mention ONE animal AND ONE NUMBER

    I had two goldfish as a child.
    One was called Fish, the other Chips.

    On Friday night, Dad brought home
    some fish and chips for dinner,
    wrapped in newspaper, oil, salt
    and drizzled in the sweat of a Melbourne summer.
    We ate our fill until we found our cat, Simon,

    had eaten Fish and Chips as well.

  • abracadabra
    10 years ago

    2. Wild Card

    In Seville, I watched a flamenco dancer
    tie up her hair in a loose bun, only to
    see it falling with each
    whip of her body,
    strand by black strand,
    around her glittering face that
    stared into some faraway spot in the
    darkness above our heads that were filled with the thunder of her feet.

  • abracadabra
    10 years ago

    3. category : Life

    Two rows of children
    walk hand in hand
    on their first school excursion
    with uniforms washed,
    sunhats on and name badges
    printed with suns and hearts.
    The first thing they see
    is an old woman fall over
    as she crosses the road
    to the pointy church.

  • abracadabra
    10 years ago

    4. Must include the words of a club name on this site

    I try to write but all I give
    are fragments of poetry,
    little seeds of thought that
    will never grow, never nourish,
    will remain forever stunted
    with competition.

  • abracadabra
    10 years ago

    5. Formed

    This is not free
    so this formed
    I'm sure you'll agree
    that this is wrong
    but if you're like me
    it won't be long
    before you'll be
    talkin' 'bout schlongs.

  • abracadabra
    10 years ago

    6. Alcohol or Drugs

    We all watch the drunken man
    leaning, leaning, leaning
    against a low fence
    that never turns up.

  • silvershoes
    10 years ago

    7) 10-13 lines

    This slow death; invisible hand
    pushes the lungs down, down,
    beneath the water's level.
    Cells split. Cells grow. Cells die.
    I never longed to hear: "Remission,"
    but the word feels like a warm bath.
    "Malignant," is just one way of saying,
    "Your workdays are being cut."

    I pictured my exit as exhausted glory,
    skidding into the ground with skin
    barely hanging from my bones.
    "Being old," they call it,
    but I don't think I'll see it now.

  • -Choke-On-MY-Halo-
    10 years ago

    8. Must include a metaphor or similie

    If I wanted to be "normal"
    I'd be screwed as f***
    Since I wasn't born that way
    Insane is my family and so am I

  • Narph
    10 years ago

    1.) Animal and number

    The little black ant
    accidentally scuffed
    one shiny red shoe...
    all he could picture
    was his mother's
    little black pincers
    snapping open
    and closed
    in exasperation.

  • Narph
    10 years ago

    2.) wild

    The rain comes hard
    against the glass,
    Each drop a wailing
    child born from the sky.

  • Narph
    10 years ago

    3.) life

    In its crescent shell,
    the velveteen snail
    cradles it's heart
    where no slippery
    sea-soaked
    grabbing hands
    might reach it.

  • Narph
    10 years ago

    4.) club poem (THE CLUB)

    Grud picked up the club
    and cut off his uncle's arm,
    and while the neighbors ran for the police,
    he knelt awhile,
    gently unfurling the wilted fingers
    and pressing the broken palm
    against his own.

  • Narph
    10 years ago

    5.) Formed

    Tonight, my father's rosy cheeks
    Alight with the pleasure of sweet
    Beer and good company, nothing more or
    Less than us two grown kids, a wife, and the
    Enthralled laughter of family.

  • Narph
    10 years ago

    6.) drunk poem

    It's the spinning twinkling winking
    of the orange glow above me
    and the rough terrainious satin
    of the black, black tar below
    that has got me rocking up and down,
    awash in all the senses of the night.

  • Narph
    10 years ago

    7.) 13

    This
    poem
    could
    live,
    but
    counting
    took
    the
    Breath
    right
    Out
    Of
    it.

  • Narph
    10 years ago

    8.) simile

    As bitter as a stunted pine,
    my summer stretched and sought
    a better life, alas
    it stuttered to a halt
    among the metropolitan
    elite.

  • Narph
    10 years ago

    1.) number and animal

    Twice the two tandem
    moths flitted by the window,
    a flittered orbiting cadence
    of soft paper wings
    caught in the solitary glow
    of our back porch light.

  • Narph
    10 years ago

    2.) wild

    I like bikes with sticks
    caught in their spokes
    that click a snappy riff
    as peddles push
    and streamers
    swish, swish, swish.

  • Narph
    10 years ago

    3.) life

    The woven weaves
    of sap trails left in the floorboards
    tell a cold story
    of a pine that lived, once
    among a grove of ravished,
    bug strewn brothers.

  • Narph
    10 years ago

    4.) club name (TC)

    Tccccccc, tcchhh, tchhhh, the birds outside
    my window creech, they screech and scuttle
    all amongst the maple trees, I'd ask them please,
    Stop muddling up my morning.

  • Narph
    10 years ago

    5.) formed

    Brother, mine, your
    Uninterrupted poking is
    Getting me quite upset.

  • Narph
    10 years ago

    6.) alcohol

    She likes her wine
    like she likes her saddles,
    With grit and chew,
    And coarse bags heavy
    with thick red grapes.

  • Narph
    10 years ago

    7.) 13

    I watch little girls
    dawdle in their princess gowns,
    A daisy in one child's hair,
    a bracelet on a wrist...
    all giggles and twittering,
    tattling sighs,
    and pig tails
    from their mother's hands.
    who will tell them
    that this world is cruel?
    Who will break their tiny hearts,
    and offer them charming
    when they could have had themselves?

  • Narph
    10 years ago

    8.) simile

    The patter of rain on my window
    is like the early morning traipsing
    of my dog's clawed paws
    outside my bedroom door.