orangepeaceful79 Posted September 9, 2012 #26 Share Posted September 9, 2012 (edited) 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 best dream ever! Edited September 9, 2012 by orangepeaceful79 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blueandyellow Posted September 9, 2012 #27 Share Posted September 9, 2012 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 best dream ever! Wow; fantastic job! It sounds like a pretty perfect dream. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
orangepeaceful79 Posted September 9, 2012 #28 Share Posted September 9, 2012 Wow; fantastic job! It sounds like a pretty perfect dream. Indeed it was. thanks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sarah_444 Posted September 9, 2012 #29 Share Posted September 9, 2012 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 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! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Professor T Posted September 9, 2012 Author #30 Share Posted September 9, 2012 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.. . 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarakore Posted September 9, 2012 #31 Share Posted September 9, 2012 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 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mentalcase Posted September 9, 2012 #32 Share Posted September 9, 2012 I would like a new challenge please!! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarakore Posted September 9, 2012 #33 Share Posted September 9, 2012 (edited) 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 Edited September 9, 2012 by Chasingtherabbit 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Professor T Posted September 9, 2012 Author #34 Share Posted September 9, 2012 Wow there's some great responses here!!! Such Tallent!! This is Fun! I'll try and get some more challenges coming our way.. Great work everyone.. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eldorado Posted September 9, 2012 #35 Share Posted September 9, 2012 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. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sarah_444 Posted September 9, 2012 #36 Share Posted September 9, 2012 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! 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kazoo Posted September 10, 2012 #37 Share Posted September 10, 2012 (edited) 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? Edited September 10, 2012 by Kazoo 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr. D Posted September 10, 2012 #38 Share Posted September 10, 2012 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. 6 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr. D Posted September 10, 2012 #39 Share Posted September 10, 2012 (edited) 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. Edited September 10, 2012 by Dr. D 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr. D Posted September 10, 2012 #40 Share Posted September 10, 2012 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 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpiritWriter Posted September 10, 2012 #41 Share Posted September 10, 2012 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarakore Posted September 10, 2012 #42 Share Posted September 10, 2012 (edited) 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 September 10, 2012 by Chasingtherabbit 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Golly Buster Posted September 10, 2012 #43 Share Posted September 10, 2012 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 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarakore Posted September 10, 2012 #44 Share Posted September 10, 2012 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 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Professor T Posted September 10, 2012 Author #45 Share Posted September 10, 2012 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. ... 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eldorado Posted September 10, 2012 #46 Share Posted September 10, 2012 (edited) lol Thank you. Superb, guys... I salute you. Edited September 10, 2012 by Eldorado 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr. D Posted September 10, 2012 #47 Share Posted September 10, 2012 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 6 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sarah_444 Posted September 10, 2012 #48 Share Posted September 10, 2012 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! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
orangepeaceful79 Posted September 11, 2012 #49 Share Posted September 11, 2012 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. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
orangepeaceful79 Posted September 11, 2012 #50 Share Posted September 11, 2012 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. 6 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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