INDEPENDANT TEAM #2

7._

Blouse, I thought you were a fine fabric,
soft as silk and radiant as the curtains
in my grandma's house.
But you were rather stiff like
the sponged mom used to do the dishes with.
No doubt, time has worn you out.
First they wore you, now you are too worn,
that no one wants to wear you now.

8._

Love,

if you kiss me, I'll be a bud.
Then a rose.
I'll adorn your garden oh with my love.
But love,
if you kiss me, and I turn to be, not a bud,
then, not a rose,
I'll adorn your garden, still, with my love.

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1. Include a type of transport(car, train, etc) and mention the weather.

it's cloudy and cold
and i'm here waiting for a bus, a taxi,
a plane or a ship:
i want to go nowhere
and right there
i am going to find
a brand-new day
for you and me.

it's cloudy and cold
and i'm getting old,
waiting for what won't come.
i don't belong here,
i don't belong there my dear
so take me home
even if home is nowhere.

2. Must have 3 verses (at least 3 lines each)

so you think i'm going to infect you
with my rudeness, dilemmas and absurdities
from monday to friday

see i know the burden
of being myself as i drag
my sandals along this sick hall.

and as i pretend, i am aware i will never be
what's available on the shelves.
i'm always be a first edition of myself.

Must mention royalty in some way (crown, heir, king, prince etc)

my king had no crown,
gold or good manners.
he didn't even make sense
most of times too.

my king was a mixture
of james dean and
che guevara during
a rainy day.

sometimes he forgot how to be
a man because he was a poet.
i close my eyes
and i still see him
smoking in front of me.

he inherited only one thing:
an unbowed head,
and that made all the difference.

4. include the words, "first time" or, base the poem on the idea of a first time at something.

The first time
i made love to the spirit of poetry
was horrible and tiring!
Oh! the limitations of my virgin eyes...

couldn't see what was hidden,
waiting for my delicate mind.
couldn't feel the alchemy
of a private revolution,

love is a struggle for redemption
and the spirit of poetry redeemed me:
it taught me to respect the shadows
and appreciate what is not said.
it saved mefrom myself.

5. Wild Card

hey sisters souls
let's have a rendezvous at the witching hour:
we can dance naked, holding flowers
and candles.

we can make music
and hold the wind in our mouths
as the moonlight
leaks charitably.

we can do whatever we want;
the ecstasy of life
is a divine act.
here sins have another name
and nature is our temple.

hey sisters roses
let's make love and let love make us.
we are the radiant tomorrow,
the wine of life,
the sacredness of life
because we are life itself.

6. Formed Poem

my heart needs that pain:
another remorse now, please.
life is what i want.

7. Must mention a piece of clothing

she took her skirt and lied down
on the sofa, completely worn-out, depressed and hot.
for some seconds life killed her,
for some seconds she could swear
her heart was not beating.
but has it ever beaten before?

8. Category: love

Saudade number 2

what i miss
is not what i had before:
i had almost all.

you, baby,
you made my body crumble,
you perfumed me.
it was like being possessed
by the winds, by the flowers, by the waves.

what i miss
is not what we said, wrote or dreamt.

you are still
a word in my distorted mouth,
the long scratch between my soul and heart
which i try to ignore every single cold day.
we had everything.
we ached, raged: we got the music of the senses,
the strange magic of some moons ago.

what i miss, My Dearest,
is what i will never have anymore:
your life,
your pain,
your dreams,
your love.

1. Include a type of transport(car, train, etc) and mention the weather.

they travel in strange cars
and wear green uniforms.
they carry rainy days in their pockets
and shout whether you are guilty
or not.
they have scared me since
they took my uncle
and i was six.

2. Must have 3 verses (at least 3 lines each)

3 verses and that's all.
3 verses reverse me
and i am about to crawl.

3 verses and nothing to say
after 8 classes and 2 crowded buses
at 6 a.m from rio to niteroi.

3 verses and words miss me.
they are tired and mad.
how more inglorious life can be!

Must mention royalty in some way (crown, heir, king, prince etc)

i miss the prince,
the queen,
and the good poetry
of yesterday.
i think i miss myself too
but i have never belonged to
the royalty.
that's alright
i am a good pagan peasant.

4. include the words, "first time" or, base the poem on the idea of a first time at something.

this is the last time
i write "for the first time';
there is no more time
to express and expand
my inner crazy.

5. Wild Card

rule number one:shut up.
rule number two:shut up.
rule number three: stay behind the curtains.
rule number four: be satisfied with the crumbles.
rule number five: speak the language of your master.
rules six, seven, eight, nine and ten:
amen.

6. Formed Poem

baby's got kind eyes.
and comes from a good family.
baby often bores me to death.
yesterday we died happily together

7. Must mention a piece of clothing

unzip my dress, my night my contradictory self.
and if you have time,
unbutton my amazing delicacy. (sic)

8. Category: love

julio loved me.
nothing else matters.

#1

It was a lovely sunny day
so I drove with
the top of my convertible
rolled back.

It was refreshing but my hair
suffered the price.

#2

I went round and circles
like a dog
chasing his tail

and for all
I achieve I
could have stayed in bed

but,
as they say
tomorrow is another day.

PROMPTS

1. Must write a poem to yourself, or about yourself.

2. Must mention a member's username on this site (active, or inactive) yes, you can use your own.

3. War

4. Poem must mention money, or a type of sport

5. Wild card

6. must include at least one colour, AND one shape

7. Category : nature

8. Double Form ( either double of the same form, i.e 2 haikus, or, 2 different forms joined, i.e a Tanka followed by a haiku.)

#1

Poem to self...

You must stop
pming members begging
them to join
the Independents
obviously they
don't WANT to!!!

Well...

Baby Rainbow
is the one that
jumps out at me
Dominatrix of
a tortured poet!!

#3

What will become of us?
A world, held in the hands of
Radicals.

# 4

I stood on a pile
of dollars
Gosh how it made me
feel taller..

Then out of the blue
I lost one high heel shoe
fell over and now I feel smaller.

#5

Wistful symphony echoes
o'er silver tears
and...
as hush prevails
lake of sorrow shimmers
its appeal
as lovers bid adieu.

#6

When you put
the red shape
in the triangle
it make a ringing noise!
when you put it in
the circle...it doesn't fit.

My granddaughter is learning this.

Whimsical autumn leaf
dancing in the breeze
nature's waltz.

#8

Mayhem...your iris
destruction dilates pupil
you blink then, goodbye.

Through my lense...rubble
aqueous humour? They're tears:
I wish I was blind.

#1
I just spied
in The Club's thread
and found Noura
wanted to hang herself...

I want to also so..

being an environmentalist
can we share???

I just invited Beautiful Soul
to join
our small team...

hope he accepts???

Tears have befallen
a fallen soldiers wife.
War is nothing but cruel.
What is this world coming to?

My money is on
The Independents
now that James
has joined us so..

people...let's hear it
for James...

The only person who
was game enough
to join us
when we were already committed!!!

#5

Writing is therapeutic for the soul
as it let's us spill our feelings out
without judgment.

#6

Circles are made for procrastinating

Blue skies are pretty

#7

He used to favour red skies
and loved arches of rainbows
but now...

he favours neither...

8.

Rainbows dance along
painted skies after a storm.
Beautiful sunshine.

Mornings are filled with
yawns that make me sleepy and
this day will be long.

#1

I nearly wrote sometime
about an animal
because I was distracted so..

Yeah..what was I really supposed to write about???

Focus..Focus...

Oh..about me

wasn't it...

the absent minded person...