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The poets Challenge.

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Guess I'll give the apples a go... I always remember going to my uncles house and climbing his apple trees. To this day, I've never had a better apple. The crisp was so amazing.

A tree that gives

and never receive

altruism is so close

it's hard to see

The roots gently bind

the trunk to the ground

its dangling fruit

will soon touch down

A boy with a grin

the summer near end

he's been waiting so quiet

for the tree to say "when"

As the first one falls

he scrambles his feet

and with a crispity snap

he sinks his teeth

The new batch of apples

so gloriously neat

their skin so tough

and their meat so sweet.

The apple sustains

such a big grand smile

but the boy already knows

it only lasts for a while

The apples all fall

mason jar's pop you can hear

the crispity snap is lost

but there's always next year!

Oh I love it! :D

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Challenge: Buddahists in South Georgia

Oh it was hot.

Peaches spilled from the lotus trees

under the rarest red sun.

Oh it was hot.

So much humid steam I was breathing.

In my fountain there was a hot spring.

I was folded

in the imitation of my flower,

before my elaborate shrine

downtown on Peach Street.

I was breathing

in and out

and then I would SHOUT,

a long winded: "Geooorgiaa."

Now I was hollow.

I wanted to sing.

But all that were open

were the chicken and waffles joints

of my heart and ears.

In through my nose I was breathing

out of my guts I was breathing

in and out

and then I would SHOUT,

a long winded: "Geooorgiaa."

comfortable

relaxed

asleep

At noon in Budapest, I was burnt

underneath the Atlanta moon.

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Oh it was hot.

Peaches spilled from the lotus trees

under the rarest red sun.

Oh it was hot.

So much humid steam I was breathing.

In my fountain there was a hot spring.

I was folded

in the imitation of my flower,

before my elaborate shrine

downtown on Peach Street.

I was breathing

in and out

and then I would SHOUT,

a long winded: "Geooorgiaa."

Now I was hollow.

I wanted to sing.

But all that were open

were the chicken and waffles joints

of my heart and ears.

In through my nose I was breathing

out of my guts I was breathing

in and out

and then I would SHOUT,

a long winded: "Geooorgiaa."

comfortable

relaxed

asleep

At noon in Budapest, I was burnt

underneath the Atlanta moon.

Bravo :nw: That was awesome!

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Guess I'll give the apples a go... I always remember going to my uncles house and climbing his apple trees. To this day, I've never had a better apple. The crisp was so amazing.

A tree that gives

and never receive

altruism is so close

it's hard to see

The roots gently bind

the trunk to the ground

its dangling fruit

will soon touch down

A boy with a grin

the summer near end

he's been waiting so quiet

for the tree to say "when"

As the first one falls

he scrambles his feet

and with a crispity snap

he sinks his teeth

The new batch of apples

so gloriously neat

their skin so tough

and their meat so sweet.

The apple sustains

such a big grand smile

but the boy already knows

it only lasts for a while

The apples all fall

mason jar's pop you can hear

the crispity snap is lost

but there's always next year!

I love it!!!... :wub:

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Oh it was hot.

Peaches spilled from the lotus trees

under the rarest red sun.

Oh it was hot.

So much humid steam I was breathing.

In my fountain there was a hot spring.

I was folded

in the imitation of my flower,

before my elaborate shrine

downtown on Peach Street.

I was breathing

in and out

and then I would SHOUT,

a long winded: "Geooorgiaa."

Now I was hollow.

I wanted to sing.

But all that were open

were the chicken and waffles joints

of my heart and ears.

In through my nose I was breathing

out of my guts I was breathing

in and out

and then I would SHOUT,

a long winded: "Geooorgiaa."

comfortable

relaxed

asleep

At noon in Budapest, I was burnt

underneath the Atlanta moon.

:clap:

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Challenge - Change

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Ok, Just so there's no confusion.

A challenge is a request for a Poem/song/or rhymy whatever.

Once a challenge is accepted it is "Liked" then "quoated" then the poem/song/whatever is posted below the quote..

Anyone can join in by posting challenges or accepting them by quoting the challenge and posting the response below.

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New challenge. A rhyme about a falling star someone catches from the air.

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New challenge. A rhyme about a falling star someone catches from the air.

Star Dust catching Star Dust

"HAH! I caught you fairly, and quite squarely...from a billion miles out."

"Now what do I do with you, Now that I've got you? I've got 'star dust' in the palm of my hand!"

And as I sit thinking, the star dust is linking,...with me, in the palm of my hand.

/new challenge? Maybe a free form about a Mammoth?

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Sorry I haven't participated much. I would like to catch up with some challenges soon. * :)

I have a challenge for you: A deep and moving personal poem about Apples. What they mean to you.

Your breath barely touched the fruit

visible in the chill October air

about to polish it

bringing the front up of the sweater your Aunt Batya knitted

for the long winter ahead

thinking here I was alone with just you and my grin

and how easy it was to give you the apple

but not the ring in my pocket

give me a second I know I can do it

Color red exploded everywhere before you could

did not think we'd be in spotlights

falling on top of me

with an expressionless face

your sweater cuffed at the wrists

my hands feeling, reaching for yours

looking up kissing you one long, last time

it's just a new day, the moon's already shining

I liked old times better before swastikaed commanders

I took the apple and ran

hold onto it long enough and maybe I can wait out the war

but eventually I will have to eat

should I start on the other side or bite down where you last did?

when you accepted it I have to believe you would have said yes

and if they catch me I will hold onto this core

this belief that you are here with me and we are one

I took the apple and ran

but will eventually have to eat

Challenge - Change

"Change is gonna come. You better welcome it," are part of the lyrics

to a favorite song, from a favorite album

spinning vinyl in my bedroom late into night

dark into light

Humans were asked long ago

what animal they most were like

many called others but not themselves serpents

a few called themselves eagles

just one called himself both, a winged serpent, a dragon

Run into the forest

steal fire from the sky

learn the secrets to help mankind

to live longer and never die

as long as you live

I will never die

as long as they live

we will never die

as long as humanity continues

we will live forever

New challenge. A rhyme about a falling star someone catches from the air.

The stars fell in 1833

people hid in horror

others made merry even as they worried

the end of the world some said

laugh all you want

cry alone if you must

just never run outside

and grab one of the stars

but one boy did just that

and you too are invited

reach for your own star

there is plenty of sky for everyone

Star Dust catching Star Dust

"HAH! I caught you fairly, and quite squarely...from a billion miles out."

"Now what do I do with you, Now that I've got you? I've got 'star dust' in the palm of my hand!"

And as I sit thinking, the star dust is linking,...with me, in the palm of my hand.

/new challenge? Maybe a free form about a Mammoth?

We hid with spikes

behind frosted leaves of green

covered in the dung of the megafauna

that we intended to capture

the wind won't give us away

the wind won't give us away today

no matter which way it travels

save the tribe

the first to run risks their lives

but if they come that close to when it was alive

driving the spike in deep then we'll all survive

moving as one

eyes shift left to right

as does the group who have no thought of their own

the game is getting less

we have to go over the next hill

but who knew what we would find

the day cromagnon met modern man

they slaughtered us neanderthals

they don't have your size here

we have to go over to the next mall

Edited by Chasingtherabbit
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Challenge - Change

Life is a series of commas,

Because things continue to change

Without your needed permission

Your life can rearrange

Like

Summer to Fall

Winter to Spring

Moods will shift

And

Relationships drift

Change is inevitable in that way

And I see it happening every day

But as things change

Others stay the same

The sun still shines

Tides fall and rise

Stars still glow

Trees continue to grow

So when the winds of change begin to blow

Have no fear

Stand strong and breathe it in

Take it slow

And go with the flow

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I like this thread, I said it before, but really nice...

Kudos ChasingtheRabbit for your multi-entry! :)

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Yeah, Sarah, Chasing, Joc, B randomly, Likely, Doc D, SR, all of ya'll others..

This thread is oozing with tallent.. I feel inspired ever time I take a peek..

:nw: :nw: :nw: :nw: :nw: :nw: :nw: :nw: :nw: :nw: :nw: :nw:

Challenge........

Inspiration, catching like a flu..

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Wow, I just went back and re-read some, this place is stunner. :)

Hope its ok I accepted my own challenge:

Apple poem #1

Evaluate,

put value to

these words:

Apple

Quince

Serpent

Eve

Curse

Whore

Dragon

Menstruation

*

(This is totally unrelated to Apple poem #2 that hasn't been written.)

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Ok I guess it was written, I found it in my notebook.

I thought it would be different, but here it is.

Apple Poem #1 (the other one is #2)

The meaning of an Apple

An apple means my dad

because he has an Adam’s apple

and I got one too.

I got it from my dad.

He had big trees

and gave me lots of fruit.

They tasted very good

and he made me smile widely.

He called me

his little apple.

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inspiration, catching like a flu

Inspiration

like honey bees shower

in the nectar

of a million flower

casting its mandible

like a thousand suns

on a planet as frail

as a babbling brook runs

So few grasp

their truest inspire

but those who do

bask in it's desire

people who glance

at the sights so gleaming

see the true face of nature

their faces are beaming

a virus so strong

not a man can resist

the truth shall succeed

not a fear shall exist

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Prof T.. gotta thank you for the much needed spurt of inpiration. I enjoy writing poems and drawing, from time to time, but hardly ever make time for it.

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Prof T.. gotta thank you for the much needed spurt of inpiration. I enjoy writing poems and drawing, from time to time, but hardly ever make time for it.

Totally agree!

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Prof T.. gotta thank you for the much needed spurt of inpiration. I enjoy writing poems and drawing, from time to time, but hardly ever make time for it.

That poem was Fantastic.!! It was so uplifting...!

It's just as inspiring reading all this as it is writing it don't you think..

*sighs*

It's nice to make time to do the things that we love.

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New challenge. A rhyme about a falling star someone catches from the air.

Light-years away in the Etheron

She slowly made her way

Through the maze of The Cosmic Debris

A gifted Child of the Universe

A promise of Light to remove the Curse

Abounding in Mystery

The coolness of Autumn had left it's mark

Fall leaves blowing here and yon

In the twilight of Evening's shadowy dark

Shown the Mystery of Etheron

As she broke through the portal of Earth's mighty wall

With hands lifted high above

I reached for her Light. her Grace, her Love

And breaking the Mystery's fall

I guided her gently into my Heart

Where she lives to this very day

With pathways lit by the light of her charm

I know she is here to stay

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Challenge - Change

Oooooooo, I liked writing this one..

Change..

Let us untangle the knots of cold comfort in life.

Break from traditions of false contracts and strife.

Shatter the illusions of false prophets and delusion.

Switch off from a world of suppression and repression.

Then let us unravel three and a half twists and turns of change.

No contracts or permissions are needed for life to re-arrange.

Understand this dear ones, that this power lays within you.

For when it is complete, dear ones, life will be renewed.

butterfly.jpg

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I have a challenge for you: A deep and moving personal poem about Apples. What they mean to you.

True personal story this one...

A world covered with apple trees.

The 3am alarm woke me suddenly,

And with arm outstretched I saw with glee,

My mind's eye showed a scene of great beauty,

I saw giant apple trees as far as my mind could see.

Taller than church steeples they stood proudly,

Their rich red fruits gleaming in the canopy.

I wonder now why my mind could see,

A world covered with apple trees.

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Lovely Professor T :) :) :)

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Oooooooo, I liked writing this one..

Change..

Let us untangle the knots of cold comfort in life.

Break from traditions of false contracts and strife.

Shatter the illusions of false prophets and delusion.

Switch off from a world of suppression and repression.

Then let us unravel three and a half twists and turns of change.

No contracts or permissions are needed for life to re-arrange.

Understand this dear ones, that this power lays within you.

For when it is complete, dear ones, life will be renewed.

butterfly.jpg

Stellar!!!! Love it! Perfect.... I embrace your kind of change. :)

it looks pretty too :)

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Challenge. Give me an original sad story, song, poem about a dog.

Phew, finally got to this one.. Thanks for posting it.

Naw.. I don't like sad.. But here goes..

Dog's point of view.

As a pup we played, my master and I,

And ran though the yard under a clear blue sky.

And in the winter eves when the cold wind blew,

we wrapped up together in blankets me and you.

And we grew up together my master and me,

playing run and go fetch, by the young oak tree.

It was he who grew strong, and I who grew old,

Four years to his one, or so I have been told.

Gradually we no longer played, my master and me,

Nor raced round the yard by the old oak tree.

My master grew cold, and hips they grew old,

incontinent dog and whiny mutt I was told.

But I loved my dear master I have to declare,

Even when words were said in despair.

I loved him when "Come on" said last spoke me,

And opened back door and stamped impatiently.

I loved him when took he the gun from it's rack,

And guided me silently to the shed out the back.

I looked up and wagged my old tail in glee,

two barrels, a squinting eye, the last thing I'd see.

sad-dog.jpg

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