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The poets Challenge.

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The poets challenge.

This is a thread where members can make requests for a poem about whatever they like & whatever mood they like. Be careful though, Your requests might not be accepted "liked" if they are to challenging. So, lay down some challenges, or accept a few!

Example..

Not the brightest, on 23 August 2012 - 05:00 AM, said:

I'd like a poem about rainy boring days when you've got nothing to do. Please Include the word Encyclopaedia, It's a book I've started reading I don't get the plot..

On rainy days with naught to do,

we'd like a challenge to get us through.

Some words or thoughts you'd like to portray,

and mood you'd like it to convey.

So POST your name or favourite colour,

Or maybe the hometown of your mother.

Or challenge us with words like ENCYCLOPAEDIA!

Which make us run to Wikipedia.

Or favourite saying that you'd like to rhyme,

One of us might find the time,

To LIKE & QUOTE your words to Poem,

Just for something to keep us going.

On rainy days with naught to do,

POST a challenge to get us though...

.

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....I may be right

I may be wrong

I may not hold a note nor song

but if I follow on from thee

shall I do this

Encyclopaedically?

When rainy days and sundays

always get you down

shall I be a fop, fake or a clown?

shall I rhyme and merry make

or complain about my fate?

Were you to grace me with a poetic challenge?

is my ranting banter boring bate enough

as wet as any weekend bluff?

shall I go on with naught to do

and bend ears back till black n blue

or pull your leg and challenge you?

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I would like a modern poem that doesn't rhyme all sing-songy.

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I would like a modern poem that doesn't rhyme all sing-songy.

Ok here's my attempt at abstract, freestyle poetry..

Cluster Funk

It's time to drift away down a path, no singy-songy repetition,

blips on a radar, Freudian slips of a dream,

displacement of reminiscences,

soiled shirt of crimson,

hole all the way through,

futuristic complication, deserving attention from a few,

travel time and spaces between,

the coils of Tesla, make a mess of a jackpot,

death to the victor,

reminded concentration of the present,

keep your global positioning a secret,

your deep confessions to your self,

rot away with the greed, that makes us, all,

seemingly foreshadowed in shade,

a couple reincarnated lifetimes in the future,

from the truth of decay, elemental molecular fundamentalism,

Serenade the masses, painstaking realities,

a trivial phobia of tragic, magical brutality.

~ William Charles Masterson Jr. ~

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Ok I want one about nature, magick and wonder.

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I fear this won't be as good but I hope it will be just as fun <----the title of the poem but mentalcases was really riggin good

I tried to find the dividing line

between myself and nature

the more I looked the greater

the blur, redoubled my effort

to focus on the Earth

which I'm just a part of

the symbols are tools

handfasting with spirits

but only in a story

in the real life of a rambler

is nothing romantic

meditation banishes panic

the atom disovered

just when the call

for the ancient ones

was sent into the wild

my voice, this smoke

cooing into forests

until the world

we are part of

welcomes us

with bowls of

just right

porridge

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Ok I want one about nature, magick and wonder.

Lucky you Darkwind. You've got two people who accept your challenge..

Thanks for posting it. :)

Seldom has this tale been told,

Of natures secrets new and old.

No one hears in autumns breeze,

the whispered secrets of the trees.

No one hears in Thunders roar,

Majik, secrets, and hidden lore.

And one sees in hidden dreams,

the shadow folk and their schemes.

But someone once exposed their lore

Now all natures spirits stir in awe.

Their secrets known, Their mysteries shown,

They gather now and must propose,

in huddled whispers, Darkwind knows.

Edited by Professor T
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i would like a sestina about me, go to my profile pick something out

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i would like a sestina about me, go to my profile pick something out

Hi cenobite, Thanks for the Challenge!

I've never written a sestina before, so I hope I've done it right & this is to your liking. (with any luck someone else might write one too)

I chose your first 6 Interests, but managed to fit all of the others in as well.

I think I've done it right.

Cenobite's interests..

  1. my family
  2. the sky in the night
  3. god
  4. human experience
  5. the paranormal
  6. general weirdness
  7. old and abandoned buildings
  8. piercings
  9. tattoos
  10. scarification
  11. eating
  12. paganism
  13. suspension (body)
  14. the why of it all
  15. films
  16. music
  17. playing the guitar badly

In linear priorities,

he has seventeen heartfelt truths,

of all things that most interest him,

like piercings and tattoos.

First that's on his golden list

his oh so precious Family.

First is always his Family,

what more can one say,

in making lists if Interest,

that word is seldom last.

To share with them film and music,

and watch the sky in the night.

It makes one wonder at the starry night,

what mysteries are held up there,

constellations, pictures of paganism,

Their bodies suspended in the dark.

it paints a pretty picture,

that makes one think of God.

And who are we to question god,

it's just the question of the why of it all.

The wonders of science and nature,

eating, consuming the bounty,

the scarification of life and love,

such is this human experience.

And life is such a grand experience.

But what happens when we're gone,

naught but memories remain,

like abandoned buildings, Ghosts,

as faded photos we slip away.

into the world of the paranormal.

Yet even in life we question the Paranormal.

Tarot cards give hints of what's to come,

mediums catch whispers of those gone,

the churches say they point the right way,

or trust the Gypsies that pay Guitars badly.

After all said and done it's just general weirdness.

.

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Thats really great, thank you, in going to print that and put it on my kitchen wall, hope you enjoyed writing it

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There once was a rapping tomato

That's right

I said rapping tomato

he rapped all day

from april to may

and also

guess what?

it was me.

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I didn't know where I was going

I just woke up from snoring

and got a note from Professor T

Today's first thing to get me shining

was the sight of all this rhyming

and before I even confessed or P'd!

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Thats really great, thank you, in going to print that and put it on my kitchen wall, hope you enjoyed writing it

I did enjoy writing it. Thanks for posting it.

Edited to add.

Oh no! Weve run out of challenges!!!

Edited by Professor T

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I want a song with a chorus about the future of Technology. :) Maybe a rap song?

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Ok I want one about nature, magick and wonder.

The microcosm

of a leaf

attached and waving in the wind

currents of air swirling

driven by the sun and the cold

the warmth of the land

the wet of the sea

The leaf, embodiment

of the sun, of the ocean, of the rain, of the earth

of everything that has died before it

millions of leaves broken down to nourish the tree

growing up, up, up

is it magic, or is it simply

the unstoppable

indomitable juggernaut

that is life

quietly swaying before my eyes

the microcosm

of a leaf

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I'd like a poem describing my style of writing from an outside perspective rather than mine own. Search this section I believe I have six posted. Am really curious how my writing is perceived. Many thanks in advance.

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If you use the keyword free writing I belie e you will have a much more narrowed search.

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I'd like a poem describing my style of writing from an outside perspective rather than mine own. Search this section I believe I have six posted. Am really curious how my writing is perceived. Many thanks in advance.

in a lock

a quiet key turns

slowy the handle is

rotated and into the mind

of Aus Der Box Skeptisch

the reader is spun

images flow freely,

the images of a life unadorned

regular folks doing regular things

absent pomposity and grandiosity

each footfall is felt, each thought palpable

bringing reality to the page in a way that is both

desperate and soothing simulaneously, synchronicity

winding and falling like leaves on the grey fall breeze

Each word leading the reader further and further into the ordinary

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in a lock

a quiet key turns

slowy the handle is

rotated and into the mind

of Aus Der Box Skeptisch

the reader is spun

images flow freely,

the images of a life unadorned

regular folks doing regular things

absent pomposity and grandiosity

each footfall is felt, each thought palpable

bringing reality to the page in a way that is both

desperate and soothing simulaneously, synchronicity

winding and falling like leaves on the grey fall breeze

Each word leading the reader further and further into the ordinary

Thank you for the poem. It is always humbling to see through the eyes of another. I enjoyed the reference to synchronicity. A term coined by Carl jung if my memory serves. To expand a bit on a few lines I do find that the ordinary tends to serve us things that can be viewed as amazing where most find only mundane.

thank you again.

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Thank you for the poem. It is always humbling to see through the eyes of another. I enjoyed the reference to synchronicity. A term coined by Carl jung if my memory serves. To expand a bit on a few lines I do find that the ordinary tends to serve us things that can be viewed as amazing where most find only mundane.

thank you again.

It was a challenge I was happy to accept. what better way to see how others see your work than to request that they write a poem in what they feel is the voice of your writing. I'm glad that you found my humble attempt appropriate.

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It was a challenge I was happy to accept. what better way to see how others see your work than to request that they write a poem in what they feel is the voice of your writing. I'm glad that you found my humble attempt appropriate.

Very. Consider the hat tipped.

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I want a song with a chorus about the future of Technology. :) Maybe a rap song?

Hi Mentalcase. Thanks for Posting..

Have to admit I'm not much of a Rapper. I had to run off to youtube for Inspiration.. Gorillaz "dirty harry".

Anyhow, Hope you enjoy.

Was thinking cypbernetics as the future technology.

Wired..

In essence what I'm Saying,

The truth of my delusion,

Is all the worlds a changing,

We're breaking the Illusion.

I'm everywhere and nowhere,

Connected to the World,

Microchips and Sensors,

make my reality unfurl.

Of rockets in the sky at night,

Satellites that beam their light,

None of that'll matter soon

Because....

(chorus)

I'm Wired.

Yeah, I got magnets in my Brain.

Telepathy & E.S.P. are running through my Veins.

I'm Wired.

Yeah, Don't you hack me,

I'll flame you with a fire-wall and that'll you to your knees.

I'm Wired.

Yeah, Let's connect, you and me,

Just close your eyes, and you will see, a world created virtually.

Don't matter what you ask me,

I'll always know the Truth,

My mind is wired to the Web,

My wisdom born of youth.

Don't need no Television,

All I do is close my eyes,

and build a new reality,

of space or other fantasy,

inventing new Technology,

Created Microscopically,

Transmitted Telepathically,

I can do it Mathematically,

And all of this I can do Because...

(chorus x2)

I'm Wired.

Yeah, I got magnets in my Brain.

Telepathy & E.S.P. are running through my Veins.

I'm Wired.

Yeah, Don't you hack me,

I'll flame you with a fire-wall and that'll you to your knees.

I'm Wired.

Yeah, Let's connect, you and me,

Just close your eyes, and you will see, a world created virtually.

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I would like someone to write a poem about one of their best or worst dreams, whichever you prefer. Try to recreate the emotions/sensations you felt best as possible. You choose the the style.

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Hi Mentalcase. Thanks for Posting..

Have to admit I'm not much of a Rapper. I had to run off to youtube for Inspiration.. Gorillaz "dirty harry".

Anyhow, Hope you enjoy.

Was thinking cypbernetics as the future technology.

Wired..

In essence what I'm Saying,

The truth of my delusion,

Is all the worlds a changing,

We're breaking the Illusion.

I'm everywhere and nowhere,

Connected to the World,

Microchips and Sensors,

make my reality unfurl.

Of rockets in the sky at night,

Satellites that beam their light,

None of that'll matter soon

Because....

(chorus)

I'm Wired.

Yeah, I got magnets in my Brain.

Telepathy & E.S.P. are running through my Veins.

I'm Wired.

Yeah, Don't you hack me,

I'll flame you with a fire-wall and that'll you to your knees.

I'm Wired.

Yeah, Let's connect, you and me,

Just close your eyes, and you will see, a world created virtually.

Don't matter what you ask me,

I'll always know the Truth,

My mind is wired to the Web,

My wisdom born of youth.

Don't need no Television,

All I do is close my eyes,

and build a new reality,

of space or other fantasy,

inventing new Technology,

Created Microscopically,

Transmitted Telepathically,

I can do it Mathematically,

And all of this I can do Because...

(chorus x2)

I'm Wired.

Yeah, I got magnets in my Brain.

Telepathy & E.S.P. are running through my Veins.

I'm Wired.

Yeah, Don't you hack me,

I'll flame you with a fire-wall and that'll you to your knees.

I'm Wired.

Yeah, Let's connect, you and me,

Just close your eyes, and you will see, a world created virtually.

Hell yeah boi! You nailed it! Good job!! :)

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I would like someone to write a poem about one of their best or worst dreams, whichever you prefer. Try to recreate the emotions/sensations you felt best as possible. You choose the the style.

I accept this challenge....just need some time to think. Back atcha laters......

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