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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.

Extended Haiku style

Green Light

My love and I stand

trees whispering about us

green light on our skin

We met in this place

chosen by a shared power

power that draws us...

Closer and closer

walking and talking hands held

her eyes seeing me

Her hair dark, ebony

her smile full of grace and joy

she knows me fully

nearby a waterfall

rushes over rocks burbling

accompanies us

my heart overflows

with love and laughter so fine

she brings it to me

as we walk and talk

stop to kiss and touch softly

green light on our skin

:D best dream ever!

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Extended Haiku style

Green Light

My love and I stand

trees whispering about us

green light on our skin

We met in this place

chosen by a shared power

power that draws us...

Closer and closer

walking and talking hands held

her eyes seeing me

Her hair dark, ebony

her smile full of grace and joy

she knows me fully

nearby a waterfall

rushes over rocks burbling

accompanies us

my heart overflows

with love and laughter so fine

she brings it to me

as we walk and talk

stop to kiss and touch softly

green light on our skin

:D best dream ever!

Wow; fantastic job! It sounds like a pretty perfect dream. :)

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Wow; fantastic job! It sounds like a pretty perfect dream. :)

Indeed it was. thanks.

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Extended Haiku style

Green Light

My love and I stand

trees whispering about us

green light on our skin

We met in this place

chosen by a shared power

power that draws us...

Closer and closer

walking and talking hands held

her eyes seeing me

Her hair dark, ebony

her smile full of grace and joy

she knows me fully

nearby a waterfall

rushes over rocks burbling

accompanies us

my heart overflows

with love and laughter so fine

she brings it to me

as we walk and talk

stop to kiss and touch softly

green light on our skin

:D best dream ever!

I love that! So much love and happiness in that dream flowed perfectly into your poem. I can see how it would be a memorable one. And of course, extra points for the extended haiku. ;)

Great 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.

Hi Sarah, Thanks for posting the challenge!

I see that orangepeaceful has posted a beauty.. that was awesome!

After much thought, I've decided to post a re-occuring nightmare I once had many years ago..

Hope it isn't catching like the flu I've got..

Falling beam of light.

Golden sands lay flat across the Horizon,

not a grain out of place against a clear blue sky.

And proudly shining into the heavens beams a yellow light.

straight and true, a highway to heaven, it's an awesome sight..

But slowly the beam of yellow falters and tips,

Like a tower it falls and I stare in shock.

The golden sand shatters into shards of black glass,

cutting me, consuming me, I wake with a gasp..

.

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

The flash mob is meeting on Second and Main

flashes from the window a Nikon VRGrabCam

citizens united spied on for possible riots

the guy with the gun is bored out of his mind

life of a corporate drone spying on the 99

and now on other news the war is winding down

drones are video games pwning newbs

on the hardest part of town in Kandahar

the infantry can see through all

synchronize a hole shelled in a wall

followed up with a sensored grenade

exploding above the insurgent's head

top score, shift is over, go home to family

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I would like a new challenge please!!

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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.

Oh god high school all over again

the lump in my throat of uncertainty

standing there everything seemed so real

except it was at night and people were wandering

the halls and yards, crissing and crossing

but it was you I looked for

remembering to exhale

shoulders slumped

why do I want so bad

what I've never had

and when I wake up to the fact

that I have it

I can't enjoy it

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Wow there's some great responses here!!! :yes:

Such Tallent!! This is Fun! :clap:

I'll try and get some more challenges coming our way..

Great work everyone.. :tu:

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I challenge a poet to write an epic verse with this as your theme:

The Lord Jesus: Wild Oats Years (The Gospel According to the Girl Next Door)

Go for it.

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Hi Sarah, Thanks for posting the challenge!

I see that orangepeaceful has posted a beauty.. that was awesome!

After much thought, I've decided to post a re-occuring nightmare I once had many years ago..

Hope it isn't catching like the flu I've got..

Falling beam of light.

Golden sands lay flat across the Horizon,

not a grain out of place against a clear blue sky.

And proudly shining into the heavens beams a yellow light.

straight and true, a highway to heaven, it's an awesome sight..

But slowly the beam of yellow falters and tips,

Like a tower it falls and I stare in shock.

The golden sand shatters into shards of black glass,

cutting me, consuming me, I wake with a gasp..

.

Very powerful and intense, well done!

Oh god high school all over again

the lump in my throat of uncertainty

standing there everything seemed so real

except it was at night and people were wandering

the halls and yards, crissing and crossing

but it was you I looked for

remembering to exhale

shoulders slumped

why do I want so bad

what I've never had

and when I wake up to the fact

that I have it

I can't enjoy it

Ugh, high school dreams. I don't think i've ever had a good one. Thanks for posting! :tu:

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I want a poem about alchemy and the creation and death of a artificial human and his/her/it struggle to gain humanity.

Challenge enough for you?

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

He returned to the house . . . .

Where once they loved.

Memory was more lasting than vision . . . .

So he didn’t notice

That sparrows had whitewashed the roof . . . .

A shutter had left its hinge . . . .

Intruder grasses had conquered the old path

Leading into the sylvan grove of oaks.

A vagrant wind toyed with tattered curtains

Shrouding a broken window.

He did not notice.

He stepped into the aged cottage

And heard yesterday’s echoes.

Whispers from the locked bedroom . . . .

Laughter from the grove of oaks . . . .

The clatter of morning dishes.

An apron limply hanging from a chair . . . .

The ceiling light he always meant to fix.

Smelled warm bread cooling . . . .

And perfume.

He smiled with each sense . . . .

For the home, like his heart, had not changed at all.

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I want a poem about alchemy and the creation and death of a artificial human and his/her/it struggle to gain humanity.

Challenge enough for you?

What lies in wait to be rediscovered

Secrets lost to their own absurdity

Gold emerging from lesser metals

And men with claims of occult powers.

Who dares believe what cannot be?

Things done then cannot be done now?

Yet the queen declared alchemy illegal

Because gold was too common and had lost its value.

Nicholas Flamel never was employed

His life was idle, yet luxury filled

The mysterious book “Abraham the Jew”

Had taught him of the Philosopher’s Stone.

Legend, myth, lies, fiction, and yet . . . .

Paris still has hospitals built from his gold

And his secrets are lost in the ashes of truth.

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I challenge a poet to write an epic verse with this as your theme:

The Lord Jesus: Wild Oats Years (The Gospel According to the Girl Next Door)

Go for it.

If I can imagine God, then he does not exist

If he is not greater than my imagination

Supreme to every human power to conceive

Then he is but words in a book most never read.

If I can understand Jesus, then his message is lost

His passion for my soul is beyond comprehension

That he would die for the sins that I yet perform

Tells of a sense greater than all our abilities to love

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Im sorry I didn't follow the challenge correctly before. This is actually a really cool thread and will spend some more time here tomorrow. GN UM :)

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I challenge a poet to write an epic verse with this as your theme:

The Lord Jesus: Wild Oats Years (The Gospel According to the Girl Next Door)

Go for it.

Magdalena 4

1 It was forbidden, the thoughts, these words

secret eyes made by the well

2 the sun bowing down at dusk

at first I had to squint

3 making out the robes in light

it was him

I looked down blushing

4 looked back up into eyes

full of caring and human attraction

5 something different than "Marry me!

I have thirty camels!"

6 his hands were rough

7 blinking until I felt safe

the clouds passed by.

Edited by Chasingtherabbit
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I want a poem about alchemy and the creation and death of a artificial human and his/her/it struggle to gain humanity.

Challenge enough for you?

Sadness belts in

And blotches my prana

And inflames and inverts

Like needles of meat

Feeding a mole

Then the whistling comes

From an evil steel flute

And the cockroaches burst out and hide

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I want a poem about alchemy and the creation and death of a artificial human and his/her/it struggle to gain humanity.

Challenge enough for you?

A fallen book behind the library shelf

Crysophie found researching

an elixir to feel again

reached for the knowledge

the war took place

two different forms

transformation of

silver earth to towers

or our very selves to higher power

eyes could not water

she could not care

her parents members of a team

office parties celebrated

on the 27th floor

she ran toward the wall

crashing glass

circuits achieved emotion

we are only free when we fall

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I challenge a poet to write an epic verse with this as your theme:

The Lord Jesus: Wild Oats Years (The Gospel According to the Girl Next Door)

Go for it.

Hi Eldorado, Thanks for Posting!

Hmmmm, tricky.. I went for an authentic biblical text style.. Hope you Enjoy..

An excerpt from the Gospel according to Wendy of Nazareth..

....

So it was that our lord rode his ass

from the town of Cana to the lesser

dwellings of northern Nazareth. Whereby

he saw men with furrowed brows,

and bore witness to the markets.

Twas there that our lord removed himself

from his ass, and wandered the stores in

search of a new sandal strap and a loins length

of swaddling cloth. And Lo, and behold,

he saw that the women of northern

Nazareth were all begotten, for their bellies

were bloated, and all the stores were sold

out of swaddling cloth. It was then that

Wendy of the Gourd market saw our lord

and the look of perplexity on his countenance,

and said unto him, your brother James has fled as

many and angry husband wishes justice and to stone

him for his crimes..

And the Lord said unto Wendy, Let ye women who

live without wantonness, judge my brother as did

those who cast me from Cana.

And so It was that our lord was invited into the back

of the Gourd shop where more begetting occured.

...

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lol Thank you.

Superb, guys... I salute you. :tu:

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The gospel of the girl next door

The Gospel of Saint Geraldine

I never liked the house next door

Its scabby paint and crippled fence

Where weeds had conquered the weary lawn

And people came and went in silence

The panel truck with a dented fender

The porch swing sagging to one side

Windows darkened by drawn shades

Even the bird house was abandoned

But on one night a shade was lifted

Images moved beyond the panes

A woman pushed a wheelchair forward

And I first saw her, Geraldine.

Her head was tilted to one side

Her body twisted, gnarled and worn

Her eyes lifted toward a splendor

Only she perceived or understood

I learned to watch with equal wonder

Her stare of awe at all that was

For years I witnessed her nightly vigils

And asked where she was and where was I?

She was lost inside herself

And I in the tangles of life

We knew no escape and shared our plight

In the ebony silence of those nights

Geraldine, ever probing the heavens

Viewing what others may never see

Translating sights to her reality

Retreating to the canyons of her soul

She dwelled with mystery and secrets lost

Profoundly simple and simply profound

Rejoicing in her isolation

As she moved through the splendor of all she was

The flowers died and bloomed again

Vagrant islands of snow remained

When the hearse arrived at the house next door

A tiny frame was wheeled away

Speak not when silence is sufficient

Seek beauty even in the reflections of blood

Save judgment for we are unworthy

Says the Gospel of Geraldine, ever more

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The gospel of the girl next door

The Gospel of Saint Geraldine

I never liked the house next door

Its scabby paint and crippled fence

Where weeds had conquered the weary lawn

And people came and went in silence

The panel truck with a dented fender

The porch swing sagging to one side

Windows darkened by drawn shades

Even the bird house was abandoned

But on one night a shade was lifted

Images moved beyond the panes

A woman pushed a wheelchair forward

And I first saw her, Geraldine.

Her head was tilted to one side

Her body twisted, gnarled and worn

Her eyes lifted toward a splendor

Only she perceived or understood

I learned to watch with equal wonder

Her stare of awe at all that was

For years I witnessed her nightly vigils

And asked where she was and where was I?

She was lost inside herself

And I in the tangles of life

We knew no escape and shared our plight

In the ebony silence of those nights

Geraldine, ever probing the heavens

Viewing what others may never see

Translating sights to her reality

Retreating to the canyons of her soul

She dwelled with mystery and secrets lost

Profoundly simple and simply profound

Rejoicing in her isolation

As she moved through the splendor of all she was

The flowers died and bloomed again

Vagrant islands of snow remained

When the hearse arrived at the house next door

A tiny frame was wheeled away

Speak not when silence is sufficient

Seek beauty even in the reflections of blood

Save judgment for we are unworthy

Says the Gospel of Geraldine, ever more

Beautiful! :tsu:

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Hi Eldorado, Thanks for Posting!

Hmmmm, tricky.. I went for an authentic biblical text style.. Hope you Enjoy..

An excerpt from the Gospel according to Wendy of Nazareth..

....

So it was that our lord rode his ass

from the town of Cana to the lesser

dwellings of northern Nazareth. Whereby

he saw men with furrowed brows,

and bore witness to the markets.

Twas there that our lord removed himself

from his ass, and wandered the stores in

search of a new sandal strap and a loins length

of swaddling cloth. And Lo, and behold,

he saw that the women of northern

Nazareth were all begotten, for their bellies

were bloated, and all the stores were sold

out of swaddling cloth. It was then that

Wendy of the Gourd market saw our lord

and the look of perplexity on his countenance,

and said unto him, your brother James has fled as

many and angry husband wishes justice and to stone

him for his crimes..

And the Lord said unto Wendy, Let ye women who

live without wantonness, judge my brother as did

those who cast me from Cana.

And so It was that our lord was invited into the back

of the Gourd shop where more begetting occured.

...

Oh hell yes. That was awesome.

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I challenge a poet to write an epic verse with this as your theme:

The Lord Jesus: Wild Oats Years (The Gospel According to the Girl Next Door)

Go for it.

I'm going straight to hell for this one............

There once was a man named Jesus

the son of god, who did as he pleased-es (lol)

Turned water to wine

invited friends over to dine and

thumbed his nose at the Pharises-es

Not much is told of our friend Jesus

during his early to mid and latter teenses

as the story goes

he took up with some ho's

and rubbed naughty bits and pieces.

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