THE CLUB #2

1.) animal and number

Eight orange orangutans
ate seven gold bananas,
dropped six juicy apples
and watched them roll, roll, roll
the shiny red skins
kicking up dust.

2.) wild

Marbles roiled on the ground,
the lights flashed and
no one made a sound
the night that grandpa fell.

3.) life

This ebbing circle
goes round and round
grabbing and casting
with a spindled arm
the necessities
and the orange moments.

4.) club (M&M)

She slides two cautious fingers,
Delicate, poised, pincers prodding
the exposed inner plastic
of the M&Ms bag...
tiptoeing from unseen piece to piece,
Hoping for a green.

5.) formed

Pill containers float in the
Lapping winds of the
Atlantic. Just a
Small reminder of the
Tidal backwash from this
Intolerable and clumsily
Coping world.

6.) alcohol

She grabs the glass
and tips a steady stream
of something stinging,
stabbing, sweet
just past her lips.

7.) 13

I like
shots,
a lot,
a lot,
but more so
I like beer, because
it's bitter, fizzing
frisky face
is like a tiny
bubble bath
for
my
lips.

8.) simile

Oh, to be so cold, so square
so certain of my path,
as boxed, as stocked,
as strenuously stoic
as a kitchen fridge.

1) ONE animal AND ONE NUMBER

The animals went into the Ark two by two
I'm sure the cats and rats didn't go in together
A dangerous combination to be sure
But who am I to know, I was not there

2) wildcard

Help I need somebody
Endless poems are killing me
Last night till 2am
Please anybody else

3) Life

Man's inhumanity to man has to stop
We are worse than animals
All this needless killing
We seem so desensitized
Nothing shocks anymore
It worries me so

4) club name

Ladies and gentleman
FOP are kicking our arses
From one end of this site to the other
So come one, come all
Lets pull this off
Ain't no prize for second

5) formed poetry

Storm in a tea cup
This contest is done
Or my names not Nick
Right form up in line
Moria you're up

6) Drugs

I grew marijuana when I was young
In amongst my tomato plants
It grew over six feet tall
Lots of buds
Lots of sore heads

7) 10 - 13 lines

The grass I grew wasn't that great
Maybe the seeds
Maybe the dirt
But hey they grew tall
Over six feet and all
I dried it out as best i could
Then stored it way
Under my bed
Away on holiday I did go
With my stash hidden away
On my return upon opening my weed
Was a little nest of compost
Great

8. Must include a metaphor or similie

Last night my cat sat next to me
As snug as bee in a rug
As busy as a bug in hive
As senseless as these last few lines

1

Fairy dust is gone Nicko
So if you see poems that suck
Blame Tinker Bell for being a ho
As she didn't want to lend me some
Of her lovely weed,

Don't be sad I just seem to have stolen some
It ain't enough but enough
To get me through the day
O yeah that hit the spot Tink
I seem to a turtle win a flying contest
O yeah I'm one step from being completely insane

2. Wild Card (senryu)

We fought in the car.
He blamed hate, but I knew best.
Hunger makes mad men.

3. category : Life

Life walks under a shadow that
we strain not to remember,
but only when we stop trying
do we forget and see the sun.

4.) club

He's got a nice top hat,
but his fopping, flopping
raggly curls keep
falling out from beneath it.

5.) formed

Fridays I just want to
Loll around, and roll my
Obtuse body across the
Old oriental
Rug.

6.) drugs

I took a hit
and had to sit
and think about my life.

7.) 10 lines
I
Don't
like
counting
Please
stop
having
line
number
poems.

8.) simile

As wickedly as a winter woman
the wind whipped in and wracked
the fridge of all it's family photos,
and fled back out the window,
a trail of whimpering snow
left in its wake.

1.) animal/number

Turtles toss
their curls back
on one of
the turtle
islands
in
my
dreamz.

2.) wild

If I was a can of bug spray,
I'd whiz a toxic whir of film
that'd bake a mosquito
in mid flight
and turn it into snow.

3.) life

Life is hard,
impetuous, and
fortunately not
eternal.

4. club

I swear our only mission
is to kick some foppin' ass
if that's the second
last thing we do.

5. Formed

I shall form this tiny poem
in the pleasing shape
of a right-angled
triangle that
stops at
'now'.
:)

6.) drugs

The relentless moving of lips
and spillage of words
caused a slippage of mind
and a stunted appreciation
for the specifics
of grammar.

7.) 10 lines
In the morning
my bedroom is a summer home
where I lounge
on my sundeck
reading the newspaper
and nibbling
a homemade scone...
until I open my eyes
to find the same old dingy mess,
and another day of work.

8.) simile

The ocean is a big tablecloth
spread from beach chair to beach chair
little bits of waved lace and frills
hanging off the edges.
Damnit, it's a metaphor, okay?

1.) animal/number

One
mosquito
is
too
many

2.) wild

Rickety dickety snickety split,
the little old hen
hopped out of her pen
and ran off to a better life.

3.) life

In the yolk
a new yellow life
goes sunny side up
and turns into
a chicken.

4.) club

FOP, I'm sorry but your
Optimistic non-stop posting of
poems is not going to save you from THE CLUB.

5.) formed

If I
touch the bump again, I
can't guarantee that I won't
haul off screaming.

6) Drugs

Saw a bloke on LSD the other day
Sat opposite on the train
Tats head to foot
Not many teeth
He had a bright shinny new guitar
Played it well dam well
Not all was wasted

7) 10 - 13 lines

We sat in silence
For most of the trip
He strummed his guitar
Strummed it well
Sang even better
He started chatting
He'd been in jail
Killed a man
Manslaughter
Kinda freaked me

8. Must include a metaphor or similie

I felt as brave as a loin that day
As he smiled his toothless smile at me
And held out his hand
Yep manslaughter
I killed a man he said
I didn't ask questions
Just smiled back
Hoping he didn't get off at my stop