SpiritWriter Posted October 4, 2012 #101 Share Posted October 4, 2012 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! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpiritWriter Posted October 4, 2012 #102 Share Posted October 4, 2012 (edited) 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. Edited October 4, 2012 by SpiritWriter 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+joc Posted October 4, 2012 #103 Share Posted October 4, 2012 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 That was awesome! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
M0TH Posted October 4, 2012 #104 Share Posted October 4, 2012 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!!!... 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
M0TH Posted October 4, 2012 #105 Share Posted October 4, 2012 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. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
B Randomly Posted October 6, 2012 #106 Share Posted October 6, 2012 Challenge - Change 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Professor T Posted October 6, 2012 Author #107 Share Posted October 6, 2012 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Professor T Posted October 6, 2012 Author #108 Share Posted October 6, 2012 New challenge. A rhyme about a falling star someone catches from the air. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Likely Guy Posted October 6, 2012 #109 Share Posted October 6, 2012 (edited) 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? Edited October 6, 2012 by Likely Guy 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarakore Posted October 6, 2012 #110 Share Posted October 6, 2012 (edited) 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 October 6, 2012 by Chasingtherabbit 6 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sarah_444 Posted October 6, 2012 #111 Share Posted October 6, 2012 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 6 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpiritWriter Posted October 6, 2012 #112 Share Posted October 6, 2012 I like this thread, I said it before, but really nice... Kudos ChasingtheRabbit for your multi-entry! 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Professor T Posted October 6, 2012 Author #113 Share Posted October 6, 2012 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: Challenge........ Inspiration, catching like a flu.. 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpiritWriter Posted October 6, 2012 #114 Share Posted October 6, 2012 (edited) 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.) Edited October 6, 2012 by SpiritWriter 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpiritWriter Posted October 6, 2012 #115 Share Posted October 6, 2012 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. 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
B Randomly Posted October 7, 2012 #116 Share Posted October 7, 2012 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 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
B Randomly Posted October 7, 2012 #117 Share Posted October 7, 2012 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. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Likely Guy Posted October 7, 2012 #118 Share Posted October 7, 2012 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! 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Professor T Posted October 7, 2012 Author #119 Share Posted October 7, 2012 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. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+joc Posted October 7, 2012 #120 Share Posted October 7, 2012 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 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Professor T Posted October 8, 2012 Author #121 Share Posted October 8, 2012 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. 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Professor T Posted October 8, 2012 Author #122 Share Posted October 8, 2012 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. 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpiritWriter Posted October 8, 2012 #123 Share Posted October 8, 2012 Lovely Professor T :) 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpiritWriter Posted October 8, 2012 #124 Share Posted October 8, 2012 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. Stellar!!!! Love it! Perfect.... I embrace your kind of change. it looks pretty too 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Professor T Posted October 9, 2012 Author #125 Share Posted October 9, 2012 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. 7 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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