THE CLUB #3

7.) nature

The clouds are sweeping
dirt from the sky.
How did the dirt get there?
That's a great question.
I don't know.

8.) double form

Firstly, a haiku here
that is pretty and simple
and not hard to write.

Another haiku,
this one is actually worse
than the one before.

1.) me

Dear Narph,
your name is not actually Narph
and you have work tomorrow.
Too bad you're competitive.
Bummer.

2.) someone else

Dear Britt,
don't let my competitive attitude
disturb your posting.
Go ahead.
No really,
I appreciate your fervor.

3.) war

I feel a bit bad,
grasping at war metaphors.
I haven't much to say anymore.
just that war is bad
and I am struggling.

4.) money/sport

I wonder why Lincoln
faced the wrong way...
Warts are such defining features,
how elegant a spot
he could have had
on his penny.

5.) wild card

American spirits, she
inhales something
that smells like cancer
and tastes
like opportunity.
Who knows why,
but she says it's good.

6.) color/shape

Gurgling above the sing,
a narrow tube of minty toothpaste
spread across my teeth,
a brush scraping.

7.) nature

by the ocean side
a snail eeks along a rock
ducking seagulls
as well as a snail
can duck

8.) double form

guitar string, pluck, more
ring hum, buzz buzz, strenuous
trembling in my hands

vocal chords grate
sore throat impossible challenge
must sing anyway.

1.) me

if you could only see
how tired you are,
you'd realize
that you're making
bad life choices.

2.) you

Britt,
if you could only see
how tired I am,
you'd realize
that you're making
mean life choices

3.) war

I have become
a poetry
refuge
haikus are bombs
blasting away
any chance
of success

4.) money/sport

Golf, the sport,
where people stand
and do not move
and for some reason
wear specialized
clothing?

5.) wildcard

Windows criss crossed
in the summer glare
a blinding swath
of light
catches my eyes.

6.) color/shape

I'm losing my cookies,
big golden round cookies.
I've lost them, they're gone.

I probably already ate them.

7.) nature

The mouse that sneaks
around my house
is natural
but so frustratingly
unnerving.

8.) double form

Avast ye, look see
another haiku rises
from poetic depths

it stutters a bit
feathers ruffled, eyes are crossed
this haiku has struggles

1. poem to yourself, or about yourself.

fingers getting cramp
Brains died
dying for a pee
Gota ask myself why

2. member's username

Abby's going like the clappers
So's Narphp
popping like poop on a winters day

3. War

bombs dropping
shells landing
bodies flying
dead everywhere

4. money, sport

Sport is expensive
no doubt
My son's soccer boots $100
$2 in Chins
there's a moral to the story somewhere

5. Wild card

that Britt is a speed freak
a real poetry geek
I'll sneak over and a have quick peak
Ahope she doesn't ask for a critique

6. one colour, AND one shape

the red ball
flew through the air
at a thousand miles an hour
what a catch what a catch
said the blind man

7. nature

On a cool spring night
the bugs came out
and ate me alive
thought I was a chop liver
on the blood front
I did deliver

8. Double Form

gazing at the stars
That littered shining heavens
What glorious views

Shooting stars above
Played music across the skies
endless rhapsody

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

First, find a hobby.
Next, write a blog
about it. Then
wait for the likes and
comments to tell
you how amazing you
really are.

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

Britt is a superwoman
who never needs to sleep,
absorbing fresh energy
with each click of the
REFRESH button.

3. War

If there was war within a woman,
then that war was with poetry
and the woman was called Britt.

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

$12 for the ferry
was all it took
to close the gap
between me and you.

5. Wild

In the end we are reduced
to desperately competitive,
rich people sitting comfortably
with our phones and computers,
crawling through the metaphorical mud
and no longer worrying about poetry,
metaphorically or otherwise.

6. one colour, AND one shape

You can't put a red square ball
In a blue round hole
It just don't fit
but in this contest i'll let anything rip

7.Nature

My books on the shelves
coloured in the tints of autumn
are the most soul-drenching
landscape I've ever seen

8. Double form

Formed poetry is 
for formed people who obey
the rules, spend their time

counting syllables
never feeling the joy of
writing a free verse 

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

Hey you,
look at you
leading the double life
of a science communicator
and PnQ soldier
sort of like Clark Kent,
but with a red skirt and not
the red jocks.

2. Must mention a member's username.

and as the potassium chloride
exploded, emitting
toxic fumes everywhere,
"abracadabra!"
said the short chemist to her
choking little puppy

3. War

The surgent stood for the last time
for the people, showed his badge
for the last time to the camera and
declared his love for his country

for the last time

4.) money

I've watched the same
HGTV episode
three times tonight
where people buy the same house
with too much money
and I write poetry
that makes me want to cry.

5.) wild

Red heads in red lipstick
are a walking
clash.

6.) color/shape

The rectangular,
brown computer case
hides the exquisite
loveliness
of my laptop, my love.