The poets Challenge.

[+joc]

Im accepting my own challenge, I couldn't resist.

I am orange, fat and round

sitting on the mucky ground

children come here

through farm gates

one by one

carry away my mates

a little boy picked me up

I went for a ride

in his dad's pick up truck

he took me home

and called me "Jack"

to that field of mud

I'll never go back

he carved two eyes into me

so wherever I went

I could see

grabbed a candle

short and thick

with a flame

he then lit it's wick

I gave a clever wink with my eye

because to tell the truth

you cannot lie

it's Halloween

and i'd rather be

a silly pumpkin face

then Gramma's pie!

Edit...had to fix something that didn't sound right.

Now, the season finally feels right!

[orangepeaceful79]

I'd like to offer a challenge. Write a poem from the perspective of a member of the opposite sex. You ET's reading this....just pick one.

[Clarakore]

A new challenge.

Maybe a very short story about loss.

With a good hunch on how the world worked Elias spun in front of the mirror holding his bag of candy. Empty wrappers parachuted safely onto the carpet while hard candy still unwrapped became projectiles that Grandpa Steele had to dodge.

"Now settle down, Halloween used to be more scary than it is n....."

"Rawr!!!! Monster attack!," Elias pounced, more candies rained down littering the ground in pastels, dark reds, and his favorite purple ones.

Grandson continued, "No, Halloween is the last holiday that cannot be taken from me, it is scary, very scary and I imagine it will always be that way."

Looking into the mirror again Elias pulled the bottom corner of his Obama mask to adjust it, "Adults have kidnapped the tooth fairy but pay the ransom themselves? Easter, no bunny. Christmas, no Santa Claus. New Years? I am not allowed to stay up til Midnight and I hear that is when all the magic happens."

Grandpa Steele just nodded and grinned but felt a very deep pang, a sense of loss for his own childhood, and Halloween. If only ghosts and goblins were the only things to fear in this world. If only God was always going to help us. Sometimes we will be on our own, Grandpa Steele knew this. The loss was very real, even those childish fears would be taken from his grandson, dispelled, cast against a brick wall and they would shatter, but what would take their place? Real fears, real worries, real life....

If only for a moment the fears of childhood were not lost, if they could just return for one day, grandfather would take his new found share and give them to his grandson so he can enjoy the last holiday a little bit longer.

Edited November 1, 2012 by Chasingtherabbit

[Professor T]

New challenge. A humerous halloween themed poem from the point of view of a pumpkin.

We don't celebrate Halloween down here, so writing this was fun.

Thank's for posting it.

That Pumpkin's not very Mean...........

They cut me from the vine,

Then picked my innards clean,

Then carved in me a hideous face,

That I was sure was very mean!

They plonked a candle in me,

That glowed on Halloween.

But the kid's they only laughed at me!

Ha ha it's Mr Bean!

[sarah_444]

Ah, good old Mr Bean. Very fun poem, Professor T!

[+joc]

I'd like to offer a challenge. Write a poem from the perspective of a member of the opposite sex. You ET's reading this....just pick one.

Does My Ass Look Fat?

When I ask you if my ass looks fat, I'm serious, not joking

It isn't a set-up for you to fall into, my guns are not out, drawn and smoking

I really want to know, can't you see that

And no, I really don't want you to tell me that I'm fat

You don't really listen anyway, I've been trying to talk to you all day

I'm bloated and don't feel good and you know it

But you don't want to help, it's not your job and you show it

Why do you have to be so callous? Is everything that matters to you fallous?

You never really hear a single word I say

Don't you know you cut me into pieces, each and every day?

You're the love of my life...at least you used to be

But now I'm just your wife, that's what you chose for me

You cut me to the quick with your selfish words of wit

You say it's all my fault, that I'm acting immature

You make me cry and then you want to make up

Like having sex is just some kind of cure.

I'm a beautiful person on the inside

And I'm a beautiful person on the outside

And when I ask you if my ass looks fat

I just want to be told exactly that

That I'm a beautiful person!

[orangepeaceful79]

I'd like to offer a challenge. Write a poem from the perspective of a member of the opposite sex. You ET's reading this....just pick one.

I'm gonna accept my own challenge....

This is written from the perspective of my ex-wife 3 years ago yesterday in fact.

I watch him, packing his things

just what he needs for now

he'll be back for all of it

later

Gotta be strong

gotta stay resolute

watching the father of my children

try not to cry as he gets his lunch for tomorrow

from my cabinet for the last time

its his fault

he lied

again

after i forgave him,

after I took him back

after he tried so hard for

3 YEARS

after we painstakingly

deconstructed, rebuilt, rebuilt again

trying to keep it solid

holding on tenously

we made it work

but not this time

this time he smashed it to bits

like the coffee mug I threw at his head and missed

that first year we were married

an argument I don't remember

a simpler time I wish for

oh to have stupid problems like we used to

looking back he disappointed me even then

I always had to take charge

taking up the slack

his weakness caused

I look at him and want to puke

and **** him all at the same time

I wish he'd hurry

this is killing me

the father of my children, my husband,

Nobody I love like him

Nobody I hate like him

leave the room

sit on the couch and cry

he tries to comfort me

gotta be strong

shrug him off

tell him to go

the door clicks

I've never felt so alone.

I've never felt so free.

[booNyzarC]

I'm gonna accept my own challenge....

This is written from the perspective of my ex-wife 3 years ago yesterday in fact.

I watch him, packing his things

just what he needs for now

he'll be back for all of it

later

Gotta be strong

gotta stay resolute

watching the father of my children

try not to cry as he gets his lunch for tomorrow

from my cabinet for the last time

its his fault

he lied

again

after i forgave him,

after I took him back

after he tried so hard for

3 YEARS

after we painstakingly

deconstructed, rebuilt, rebuilt again

trying to keep it solid

holding on tenously

we made it work

but not this time

this time he smashed it to bits

like the coffee mug I threw at his head and missed

that first year we were married

an argument I don't remember

a simpler time I wish for

oh to have stupid problems like we used to

looking back he disappointed me even then

I always had to take charge

taking up the slack

his weakness caused

I look at him and want to puke

and **** him all at the same time

I wish he'd hurry

this is killing me

the father of my children, my husband,

Nobody I love like him

Nobody I hate like him

leave the room

sit on the couch and cry

he tries to comfort me

gotta be strong

shrug him off

tell him to go

the door clicks

I've never felt so alone.

I've never felt so free.

That's brutal... and depressing...

Well written. But still brutal.

[orangepeaceful79]

That's brutal... and depressing...

Well written. But still brutal.

It was a brutal day. Thanks for the compliment though. Glad I captured the emotion of the time accurately.

[orangepeaceful79]

sorry for killing the thread with my eyeore-esque poem folks......my bad.

[booNyzarC]

Don't be silly!

Challenge: A happy poem to make orangepeaceful feel more peaceful.

[AwakenAscension]

sorry for killing the thread with my eyeore-esque poem folks......my bad.

Don't be silly!

Challenge: A happy poem to make orangepeaceful feel more peaceful.

Orangepeaceful may be in sorrow

for the thread he once killed

but then it is resurrected tomorrow

as challenges are fulfilled

and entertain those who follow

the immortal posts that instilled

a competitiveness which borrows

from the curious that are filled

with talent that eternally flows

by the very will of the skill.

[AwakenAscension]

Challenge: Write about the one person, that disgusts you the most, that you despise and cant stand... write about this person in a very humanizing, understanding way.

(No names, ofcourse.)

[B Randomly]

New Challenge!!... A story/poem/etc about a place that brings you peace

[Clarakore]

Don't be silly!

Challenge: A happy poem to make orangepeaceful feel more peaceful.

You can't make someone feel more like their name.

It is theirs, they chose it, and if it ever was them,

do they now wear it as a mask?

I ask because sometimes I don't even feel like myself,

or anyone, as if being me

were a skill I have not mastered.

So are we nothing more than memories

because in the moment I was fake.

Memories and emotions, nothing more.

I want to practice being human

but I am an orange on the surface

and an angry orange cannot turn red.

[Clarakore]

I'd like to offer a challenge. Write a poem from the perspective of a member of the opposite sex. You ET's reading this....just pick one.

I don't know who to be

If a boy, I have not been given an example

Of how to be a man

If a girl, shouldn't I want to be married?

They told me I would bond

But I don't feel like a mom

I'm still worried

I showed you my aggressive side

I thought to do the opposite

I would be super nice

But now I'm thinking it would do better

To be just normal

Even if that has never been me

I wrote in my diary

How I lost the fight

To be human, oh no

They said by age 3 I would first realize gender

By age 7 it would make complete sense

Years later I found a role

Being a boy or girl is easy

To be human, not so

[Clarakore]

Challenge: Write about the one person, that disgusts you the most, that you despise and cant stand... write about this person in a very humanizing, understanding way.

(No names, ofcourse.)

No names

this will be the easy part

to protect myself of course

not the innocent

or the guilty

we are both to degree

wake up in the morning

put on a personality

right after my shoes

with boots on can walk through anything

but I'm so scared

stayed up all night

just to not be alone

with myself

sleep is coming

but dreams stopped visiting

everything is still here

yet home has been robbed

or is it that I'm a ghost now

unable to connect to anyone

not a good friend even if I'd like to be

New Challenge!!... A story/poem/etc about a place that brings you peace

Slowly strech

out one arm

then curving it

leaning your head

until you recognize breath

sacred element

you roared with wind in my ear

my jacket kept me safe

but you never meant harm

you caught my kite

dragon tail in the sky

i pulled on the string

but it snapped

and birds are free

so are we

the currents guide us

sacred 4 directions

sacred 4 winds

wind a string around 2 sticks

wind my heart around your voice

just keep talking Sandy

[Clarakore]

Challenge: a short story less than 600 words, one or two paragraphs is encouraged, of how you envision the world to be in 2525.

[Professor T]

Challenge: a short story less than 600 words, one or two paragraphs is encouraged, of how you envision the world to be in 2525.

Bugger.. Is 621 words..

In the year 2525, the rampant advancement of replicator technologies, Artificial intelligence, Genetic Engineering and Nano Technologies will mean any physical manifestation in the world can no longer be classed as family, genus or as an original mineral or vegetable... In other words, anything physical (including humans) could easily be a creation of technological means. While this is great for humans to get anything or everything they want to live and survive, it will lead to a human's doubting their own reality in a world that gives all that is needed or wanted simply by asking for it.

For example..

A young man in his mid teens starts finding that school no longer serves his social or spiritual needs. The teachers (some human, some alien in appearance) no longer keep his mind settled on the chores of learning and experience for he has become distracted by the world at large and the burning question of reality wants to be answered.. Everything around him is separate from his self, and he feels that he is the only original and real thing in the world.

He visits the bathroom, and stands before the Mirrors.. There, his reflection shows concern, confusion, for he has settled into feelings that all but he in the world is fake. That all but he in the world is in on some shared secret that only he is unaware of.. He'd settled into despondency.. Yet most day's he suffered a god complex? Most days a glance in the mirror brought feelings of rapture?

A friend enters the bathroom and stands beside him at the mirrors where their reflections meet.. She was not human today, and female.. Her skin was a subtle purple, and hair white and somehow flecked with polished silver.. As usual, there was no greeting or Hi. They knew each other's identity by feeling alone, each currently owned faces that were foreign..

"Party on hill road after school" She said, "Ya coming?"

"Perhaps" He said, watching as she raked her slender fingers through her hair.

"It's an alien Fem Party.." She said, moving behind him, then throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a hug, "That means none of these" she added, reaching down his front to give him a jiggle.

She left as quickly as she'd arrived, and he stood there once more, alone, before the mirror feeling within himself like a jigsaw piece in the wrong box. His thoughts briefly returned to question reality.. Was she in on the secret? Was she really a life-long friend or perhaps she was someone's nano creation, a brief pleasure, a toy now wandering about in this fake world. He sighed.. Perhaps a party would cure his separation from reality?

He leaned forward, and touched the Mirror with two fingers..

"Oh Mirror Mirror" He said, closing his eyes to a fraction of a slit, "See my mind's eye and make me a female, feline.."

And slowly it all unfurled. The self replicating medical nanno's on the mirror invaded his skin, his hair, his body.. With two fingers pressed against the glass and eyes barely open the transformation began and he changed before the mirror.. His Skin sprouting fur, the bones and muscles changed and re-arranged by nanno technology. The buzzing and vibrating of the transformation was always uncomfortable like a mild electric shock. The pins and needles about his body always made him cringe but it was the itching behind clenched eyes that always hurt most.

Ten minutes and it was over, her feline eyes opened, and she had become an elegant feline creature. It would be hours before her Genetics would be fully changed, but no longer did she feel separated from the world around her. Once more, her god complex had returned..