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[sarah_444]

Im accepting my own challenge, I couldn't resist.


I am orange, fat and round
sitting on the mucky ground

children come here
through farm gates
one by one
carry away my mates

a little boy picked me up
I went for a ride
in his dad's pick up truck

he took me home
and called me "Jack"
to that field of mud
I'll never go back

he carved two eyes into me
so wherever I went
I could see

grabbed a candle
short and thick
with a flame
he then lit it's wick

I gave a clever wink with my eye
because to tell the truth
you cannot lie

it's Halloween
and i'd rather be
a silly pumpkin face
then Gramma's pie!

Edit...had to fix something that didn't sound right.

Edited by sarah_444, 31 October 2012 - 03:34 AM.

[joc]

sarah_444, on 31 October 2012 - 03:26 AM, said:

Im accepting my own challenge, I couldn't resist.


I am orange, fat and round
sitting on the mucky ground

children come here
through farm gates
one by one
carry away my mates

a little boy picked me up
I went for a ride
in his dad's pick up truck

he took me home
and called me "Jack"
to that field of mud
I'll never go back

he carved two eyes into me
so wherever I went
I could see

grabbed a candle
short and thick
with a flame
he then lit it's wick

I gave a clever wink with my eye
because to tell the truth
you cannot lie

it's Halloween
and i'd rather be
a silly pumpkin face
then Gramma's pie!

Edit...had to fix something that didn't sound right.

Now, the season finally feels right!

[orangepeaceful79]

I'd like to offer a challenge.  Write a poem from the perspective of a member of the opposite sex.  You ET's reading this....just pick one.

[Leave Britney alone!]

Likely Guy, on 29 October 2012 - 03:51 AM, said:

A new challenge.

Maybe a very short story about loss.

With a good hunch on how the world worked Elias spun in front of the mirror holding his bag of candy. Empty wrappers parachuted safely onto the carpet while hard candy still unwrapped became projectiles that Grandpa Steele had to dodge.

"Now settle down, Halloween used to be more scary than it is n....."

"Rawr!!!! Monster attack!," Elias pounced, more candies rained down littering the ground in pastels, dark reds, and his favorite purple ones.

Grandson continued, "No, Halloween is the last holiday that cannot be taken from me, it is scary, very scary and I imagine it will always be that way."

Looking into the mirror again Elias pulled the bottom corner of his Obama mask to adjust it, "Adults have kidnapped the tooth fairy but pay the ransom themselves? Easter, no bunny. Christmas, no Santa Claus. New Years? I am not allowed to stay up til Midnight and I hear that is when all the magic happens."

Grandpa Steele just nodded and grinned but felt a very deep pang, a sense of loss for his own childhood, and Halloween. If only ghosts and goblins were the only things to fear in this world. If only God was always going to help us. Sometimes we will be on our own, Grandpa Steele knew this. The loss was very real, even those childish fears would be taken from his grandson, dispelled, cast against a brick wall and they would shatter, but what would take their place? Real fears, real worries, real life....

If only for a moment the fears of childhood were not lost, if they could just return for one day, grandfather would take his new found share and give them to his grandson so he can enjoy the last holiday a little bit longer.

Edited by Chasingtherabbit, 01 November 2012 - 07:24 AM.

[Professor T]

sarah_444, on 30 October 2012 - 08:05 PM, said:

New challenge. A humerous halloween themed poem from the point of view of a pumpkin.

We don't celebrate Halloween down here, so writing this was fun.
Thank's for posting it.

That Pumpkin's not very Mean...........



They cut me from the vine,
Then picked my innards clean,
Then carved in me a hideous face,
That I was sure was very mean!

They plonked a candle in me,
That glowed on Halloween.
But the kid's they only laughed at me!
Ha ha it's Mr Bean!

[sarah_444]

Ah, good old Mr Bean.  Very fun poem, Professor T!

[joc]

orangepeaceful79, on 01 November 2012 - 01:09 AM, said:

I'd like to offer a challenge.  Write a poem from the perspective of a member of the opposite sex.  You ET's reading this....just pick one.

Does My Ass Look Fat?

When I ask you if my ass looks fat, I'm serious,  not joking
It isn't a set-up for you to fall into, my guns are not out, drawn and smoking
I  really want to know, can't you see that
And no, I really don't want you to tell me that I'm fat
You don't really listen anyway, I've been trying to talk to you all day

I'm bloated and don't feel good and you know it
But you don't want to help,  it's not your job and you show it
Why do you have to be so callous?  Is everything that matters to you fallous?
You never really hear a single word I say
Don't you know you cut me into pieces, each and every day?

You're the love of my life...at least you used to be
But now I'm just your wife, that's what you chose for me
You cut me to the quick with your selfish words of wit
You say it's all my fault, that I'm acting immature
You make me cry and then you want to make up
Like having sex is just some kind of cure.

I'm a beautiful person on the inside
And I'm a beautiful person on the outside
And when I ask you if my ass looks fat
I just want to be told exactly that
That I'm a beautiful person!

[orangepeaceful79]

orangepeaceful79, on 01 November 2012 - 01:09 AM, said:

I'd like to offer a challenge.  Write a poem from the perspective of a member of the opposite sex.  You ET's reading this....just pick one.

I'm gonna accept my own challenge....
This is written from the perspective of my ex-wife 3 years ago yesterday in fact.  




I watch him, packing his things
just what he needs for now
he'll be back for all of it

later

Gotta be strong
gotta stay resolute
watching the father of my children
try not to cry as he gets his lunch for tomorrow

from my cabinet for the last time

its his fault
he lied
again
after i forgave him,
after I took him back
after he tried so hard for
3 YEARS

after we painstakingly
deconstructed, rebuilt, rebuilt again
trying to keep it  solid
holding on tenously
we made it work

but not this time

this time he smashed it to bits
like the coffee mug I threw at his head and missed
that first year we were married

an argument I don't remember
a simpler time I wish for
oh to have stupid problems like we used to

looking back he disappointed me even then
I always had to take charge
taking up the slack
his weakness caused

I look at him and want to puke
and **** him all at the same time
I wish he'd hurry
this is killing me

the father of my children, my husband,
Nobody I love like him
Nobody I hate like him

leave the room
sit on the couch and cry
he tries to comfort me

gotta be strong
shrug him off

tell him to go

the door clicks

I've never felt so alone.
I've never felt so free.

[booNyzarC]

orangepeaceful79, on 04 November 2012 - 12:39 AM, said:

I'm gonna accept my own challenge....
This is written from the perspective of my ex-wife 3 years ago yesterday in fact.  




I watch him, packing his things
just what he needs for now
he'll be back for all of it

later

Gotta be strong
gotta stay resolute
watching the father of my children
try not to cry as he gets his lunch for tomorrow

from my cabinet for the last time

its his fault
he lied
again
after i forgave him,
after I took him back
after he tried so hard for
3 YEARS

after we painstakingly
deconstructed, rebuilt, rebuilt again
trying to keep it  solid
holding on tenously
we made it work

but not this time

this time he smashed it to bits
like the coffee mug I threw at his head and missed
that first year we were married

an argument I don't remember
a simpler time I wish for
oh to have stupid problems like we used to

looking back he disappointed me even then
I always had to take charge
taking up the slack
his weakness caused

I look at him and want to puke
and **** him all at the same time
I wish he'd hurry
this is killing me

the father of my children, my husband,
Nobody I love like him
Nobody I hate like him

leave the room
sit on the couch and cry
he tries to comfort me

gotta be strong
shrug him off

tell him to go

the door clicks

I've never felt so alone.
I've never felt so free.

That's brutal... and depressing...

Well written.  But still brutal.

[orangepeaceful79]

booNyzarC, on 04 November 2012 - 01:00 AM, said:

That's brutal... and depressing...

Well written.  But still brutal.

It was a brutal day.  Thanks for the compliment though.  Glad I captured the emotion of the time accurately.

[orangepeaceful79]

sorry for killing the thread with my eyeore-esque poem folks......my bad.

[booNyzarC]

Don't be silly!

Challenge:  A happy poem to make orangepeaceful feel more peaceful.

[AwakenAscension]

orangepeaceful79, on 06 November 2012 - 12:10 AM, said:

sorry for killing the thread with my eyeore-esque poem folks......my bad.

booNyzarC, on 06 November 2012 - 12:26 AM, said:

Don't be silly!

Challenge:  A happy poem to make orangepeaceful feel more peaceful.

Orangepeaceful may be in sorrow
for the thread he once killed
but then it is resurrected tomorrow
as challenges are fulfilled
and entertain those who follow
the immortal posts that instilled
a competitiveness which borrows
from the curious that are filled
with talent that eternally flows
by the very will of the skill.

[AwakenAscension]

Challenge: Write about the one person, that disgusts you the most, that you despise and cant stand... write about this person in a very humanizing, understanding way.
(No names, ofcourse.)

[B Randomly]

New Challenge!!... A story/poem/etc about a place that brings you peace