FOP #3

22.7 Nature

Sunflowers hang their head
not in shame,
but ready for harvest.

22.8 Double form

Again I write a
double form, with nothing to
truly say, but I

hate writing all this
nonsense, losing poetic
justification.

23.1 To/About myself

Oh my god,
I am writing
all these poems
by myself -
my club mates
are sleeping..
and so should I.

23.2 Username

In the midst
of conversation
with Colm, I wondered
at what point
do these not become
poems anymore,
but fragments?

23.3 War

My fingers are battling
my head,
they want to keep going
but sleep, too.

23.4 Sport

Does TC realize
we are involved
in a dual,
a poetic sport
of non-poetic ramblings?

23.5 Wildcard

I thank God
for new prompts -
my brain
can tolerate.

23.6 1 color/shape

I have a love
for Abby's red skirt,
the flair, the shape,
the prettiness.

23.7 Nature

The babbling brook
babbles beautiful,
beckoning baby birds.

23.8 Double form

Here we go again
counting seamless syllables
wondering when I

will be kicked off of
a poetry site for my
lack of good writing.

24.1 Me

I start to laugh
as I realize
I'm the only American
in FOP able to
guard those Europeans
as Cynnie put it.
It's late,
but luckily I have
my DVR as background noise.

Europeans - wake up!

24.2 Username

She brings her
silver shoes into
the store,
and begs for gold.

24.3 War

Abbalicious has already declared
FOP the winner -
must we continue
this war?

24.4 Money/Sport

I wish one day
to own greenery -
a money tree
to be exact.

24.5 Wildcard

You'd think after
all these "poems",
I would be able
to remember
the prompts.

24.6 Color/Shape

She heeds his advice
one last time,
focusing on the square,
brown book -
maybe one day
she will follow.

24.7 Nature

I hold seashells in my hand
when I'm far away
in the mainland,
wishing for a touch
of the ocean.

24.8 Double Form

I can no longer
think for myself: soon I will
find that brain has

started to fall down,
liquefy, for it has
worked too hard today.