Poetry Game, Anyone?

SirOtter · Sep 29, 2009

JMBlackman said:
Next word: rust.

With apologies to Don Marquis

hey boss you might want to oil this old remington
its getting harder every night to force the keys
down with my little cockroachy head and
ive an awful crick in my neck from the effort
mehitabel just laughs her purry laugh but you know her
not a care in the world toujour gai toujour gai
one of the keys has stopped working altogether
but its not one i use very much e cept occasionally
its hard enuff for the transmigrated soul of a
vers libre poet to e cercise his craft as it is without
putting up with all the rust youve allowed to accumulate
on this ancient machine sure wish youd do something about it

love
archy

Next Word: Vigilance

Rivana · Oct 2, 2009

It's important
to stay on guard,
to hold your place,
to keep your grace.
Vigilance,
is not about end games,
it's about not being too late.

Next up: trumpet

onestepp · Oct 3, 2009

Purple petunias
raise their indigo,
toward heavenly sun
ablazed, and bound
by skies of blue.

Next word: Hallows

onestepp · Oct 22, 2009

The ground is hallow
to the given flag
which cannot allow
a slip or sag.

camels - Next word

SirOtter · Oct 22, 2009

onestepp said:
camels - Next word

Ogden Nash has already covered the topic better than anyone else possibly could, but I'll give it a go in honor of his memory:

Of all the animals adept at spitting,
Atop the heap the camel is sitting.
His great distaste for aggravation
Is oft expressed in expectoration.
Perhaps his artistry with saliva
Is what he does to make himself feel aliva.
Painters use paint, writers use words;
A camel just cannot be satisfied with turds.
His soul isn't found at his nether extreme -
He summons his spittle to embroider his theme.
And so, with a loogie, the camel rebukes us.
Who's to say there's no art in projecting one's mucus?

Next: Avalanche

SirOtter · Oct 23, 2009

Did I kill the thread?
Time will tell.
I hope it's not dead,
It was going so well.

ddgryphon · Oct 23, 2009

you fell
on me in tumbled
confusion
until at last
i lay buried
beneath the
avalanche
of you
*************

Next word: Betrayal

A. Hamilton · Oct 23, 2009

it should have been
a simple thing
a simple gift

taking was the norm

purity and truth
those sacred beings of light
why did they scare us so?

why did we drive the nails,
then fall on our knees?

next word: timorous

SirOtter · Oct 23, 2009

P.H.Delarran said:
next word: timorous

First thing I thought of was the Buoys' 1971 song Timothy, as in it was either Tim or us. But then, I'm sort of twisted that way.

Someone else go for it. I'm drawing a blank so far.

A. Hamilton · Oct 26, 2009

ok darn..let me change the next word... ummm, Knees.

(and I'll work on timorous-just because)

SirOtter · Oct 26, 2009

P.H.Delarran said:
ok darn..let me change the next word... ummm, Knees.

(and I'll work on timorous-just because)

It is hard to win or even run a race
If you need to have both of your knees replaced.
If your hip goes out and you wind up in traction,
It is harder still to run - just ask Bo Jackson.

Next Word - Artificial

ddgryphon · Oct 27, 2009

Artificial

Artificial

calm
words
smooth tones
lies that are
buried beneath truths
turn upon themselves obscuring
truth in confusion
greedily
I drink
your
lies

***************************
Next word: fantasy

onestepp · Oct 27, 2009

Fantisies of a chronic writer
does or does not make life brighter,
Stop, start, have lost the instrument
cant find even one to implement
an accomplishment or given task,
I'll go look for the flask!

Rivana · Nov 11, 2009

Sometimes he thinks
he can love the pain away.
Just make it go the way
of any childhood scare.
But they're not children here.
Not even close to innocent.
Sometimes he thinks
he can care the carelessness away.
Thoughts like that only stay
till they start the dance again.

Next up: rules

Slushie · Nov 11, 2009

I'm not too good at this, but here goes:

Rules
Broken shattered left in tatters
After which we're left adrift,
lawless clueless Why'd we do this
to ourselves and to each other
Give us freedom Give us structure
Give us rules to cage our brothers

Next: Isolation

Colin Fiat · Nov 11, 2009

Isolated

Her nomophobia hit home
When she misplaced her mobile phone
And lost all contact with her friends
On which her social life depends

When isolated from the news
Of where to go and what to choose
She panicked as she tried to find
A way to guess what’s on their mind

Since nothing helped to ease the pain
That there was no one else to blame
She wore her plastic smiling mask
Because she could not go and ask

next: anticipation

Colin Fiat.

Rivana · Nov 12, 2009

Right before the wind
shifts and turns to northern,
I look into the sky
and search for feather clouds.
Before the ice descends upon
the water and the earth,
I throw a fist of dirt
towards the setting sun.
In tunnel vision of the fair,
I see all the beauty that is there
before the snow begins to fall.
I can still recall
how it tasted year to last.
The future's not the past
but I can't help to feel
the sweet anticipation
to hear the winter's call.

Next up: trouble

onestepp · Nov 14, 2009

memorable childhood game
raced around, square board
home, start, all-aboard.

Next Word: Petrified Wood

Colin Fiat · Nov 19, 2009

I’m petrified of touching wood
But don’t know why and think I should
Seek treatment for my brain

The doctors door was made of glass
With handle more like tarnished brass
And trimming made of gold

The marbled floor I crossed with ease
Until I saw a sight to freeze
And stop me in mid stride

The front reception, made of wood
The one exception meant I could
Not stay there any more

I turned to flee the way I came
But then I see the doors wood frame
And faint with anguished scream

Colin Fiat.

Next: illusion

Eveningsdawn · Nov 22, 2009

The house seems
eminently peaceful, me
editing poetry in a blanket
in the uncomfortable chair (I
didn't have much sleep and
can't afford to doze off in
the middle of a stanza)
and Caroline at her computer,
humming softly to herself, but
it's only an illusion, complete
with smoke and mirrors
and misdirection; this morning
I woke up and rolled over to find
a boy curled up in Caro's bed;
and I hate not knowing who
is in my room, and when
I fell asleep I was alone.

next prompt: stressed

onestepp · Nov 22, 2009

S ilky

T resses

R einvented,

E mbellished

S atin

S ilky

E vening

D resses!

Next Word: Cornfields

Teena · Dec 9, 2009

Fecund youths
with touseled silky hair
stand tall,
toes buried in the loam,
breeze-dancing
nod at
birds winging overhead;
a sorority
communes
in the cornfield

Next: laziness

Albedo of Zero · Dec 9, 2009

Winter winds whip lazy
for a man inside his home
by fire and hearth and cat and beer
and dog and that dog's bone
A shutter flaps in anger
at the cold and airborne foul
the man tilts his head and listens
and swears and sighs and shrugs
and looks down toward the ground
The sound is a deterrent
of a well sought laziness
and the dog did bark and the cat meowed
and the man drank all his beer
and the winter winds went silent
or south or west for its own sought laziness

frigid

onestepp · Dec 10, 2009

Frigid, frigid, frigidare
It's midnight and what a dare
to keep company competely
with preparations done so sweetly
cookies, candies, cakes all decorated
filled, iced, and french braided,
ready and waiting for tomorrow's charade
and to be put out like a big parade,
one wouldn't even be missed!

Next Word: crystals

amityyankee · Dec 13, 2009

As I descend upon this empty quarry
The mouth of a cave opens itself up to me.
I can see it's shy
And I ponder why
This ancient beast would give me a peek inside.

From inside twinkling teeth shone out
And I give a deafening shout
At the beauty that's been hidden for such a time
I changed that last word for the easy rhyme.

Next work: cave

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