Poetry Running Contest - Submissions Thread

[oro_oro_oro]

Bees

across the primrose trees
blows the faintest scent of sleaze
the bees all leave their shelter in the mooring
but I will do just what I please
and anyway to hell with all them bees
from what I can seize those bees should be adoring

below the timmyrickle grass
behold a timmyrickle ass
a six legs that old ass doth be adorning
and somehow when I see those legs beneath the ground a'toiling
the thought of all those floozy girls
just does set my blood a'boiling

so I will do just what I please
and anyway to hell with all them bees
from what I can sees those bees should be adoring

[resonance]

Submissions for PRC Round 128 are now over. Be sure to vote and join us for PRC Round 129!

oro_oro_oro's submission will be withheld for failure to vote in Round 107. Please make up for the vote in this round of the contest and your submission will be entered next round.

[Zelderex]

They say this and that,
while they kick sleeping dogs to kill the cats,
And ya can't see the the trees cause you're racing the rats.

They say "Bury the hatchet."
**** it, got a forest to see.

[Preve]

Trophy Wives

how beautiful,
(insert their name),
the spacious, sweet, and loud!
you've loved
majestic multitudes,
and gleaming golden crowns!
what bounteous spoils to farm within:
what tracts of land to plow,
what sects of people to impress,
distractions to bestow!

[pstmdrn]

This poem was created by taking a segment of a form from my work and replacing every fifth word with a word from the flavor text of Innistrad's Village Ironsmith

Village Wordsmith

participate in regular cohort each, staff development and in-service night,
offered by the program he the participant is excused abandons
District program administrators.
Failure the attend cohort meetings and trappings
development and/or professional developments of will result in removal
civilization from the program and each participant shall be required
morning reimburse the amount of he financial assistance he/she received
repairs through the program to the
After earning a bachelor's front and authorized teaching credential door.

[Kaitscralt]

Ill-Mannered Exchange

Say what you will and have your fill
of spilling swill in way of words;
and though for little less I've killed,
for once the bitter pill I'll swallow.

While yes I know it's much deserved -
this wroth so sharp as hedgehog quill -
be sure to bark just up until
my sword hand has quit resting still.

[BlippyTheSlug]

First Snow
9/20/2011

--- Round Side Down ---

The voice in my heads tell me:
Put the toast in the toaster; round side down
It's not my voice
Whispering behind thoughts
Put the toast in the toaster; round side down
It comes again
Put the toast in the toaster; round side down
Hunger rumbles in my soul
Put the toast in the toaster; round side down
Relentlessly it urges
Put the toast in the toaster; round side down
Grab some slices of raisin bread
Put the toast in the toaster; round side down
PUT THE TOAST IN THE TOASTER; ROUND SIDE DOWN!

I give in
I put the slices in the toaster
Round side down
My mind whirls as I wait
Smelling the bread begin to brown
Raisins becoming moist bombs
It comes out
Butter is applied
Cinnamon and sugar, too
I bite
It tastes the same

--- Segue Tryptich ---

Sweet warm crunchiness
Delicious hot explosions
Damn I make good toast!

My jacket comes on
Go outside to smoke after
Air biting crisply

I cough to get off
And feel a tiny cold pinprick
Brush my face gently

--- First Snow ---

My eyes rose wondrously to the night
And in my flickering circle of light
Fairies danced silently
Miniscule dancers in mad tarantella
Drifting in breezes being blown helter skelter
Fairies danced silently
I exhale a cloud into their midst
And watch some die and turn to mist
Quickly the void begins to fill
As more fairies come until
Fairies danced silently
Many die upon my cheek
My eyes mist up, begin to leak
Damn this is some mighty fine weed
I rub my eyes and look again to see
Fairies danced silently

--- Round Side Down, Again ---

The voice is back
Cut off the neighbor's head!
Put it in the freezer; round side down!

[[PhYReXiA]]

i reel
in a scent
of brine
for a spell of time
and time again
i am-
forever sleeping
drifting toward tomorrow
this day,
those days,
like nowadays;
is just a fleeting image
in the crux of things..

[Condoms]

The Trees Have Grown Oranges

Four fifty-nine a.m.
A weekend.
I enter the gas station.
Swish. Swoosh.
That's the sound of the doors.
Where the **** did my friends go?
There's no one behind the counter.
I'm the last man on earth.

All the kings horses,
trampled on the free.
Not even the youngest children,
could speak of peace to me.

The next morning.
I wake up, swallowed up by a bean bag chair.
I'm on my floor. The chair isn't supposed to be here.
Who's that in my bed?
Never mind. I don't even care.
I rise, but it's hard to say I've risen.
Walk down the hall.
My mouth can no longer produce saliva.

All the kings horses,
trampled on me,
not even the voice of youngest children,
could bring peace unto the free.

[Yanni]

Untitled

Falling through space, suspended in time.
The crude metal object penetrating flesh.
Diving through a catacomb, leaving no trace.
Laid up in bed for days with no commission.
And all I've got is this stupid brace
and a car with an automatic transmission.

[resonance]

Submissions for PRC Round 129 are now over. Be sure to vote and join us for PRC Round 130!

[pstmdrn]

All that experimentation is to help me get my juices going for something a little more traditional:


Boy Life and Adult Man

a 2nd story whiff
of teen Swagger (no he's not a captain)
envelops me as we pass,
the spicy store shelf generic
hormone sweat and tightie whities clean
after a night's wet dream
ignite dreary memories of my 7 through 11
jock locker and the rows of predatory masculinity
hungry for any misstep.

[Preve]

The first and last thing

The first thing I saw was
the face of the doctor
as he watched my head slip from between the nestled lips
of my mother's gaping vagina,
allowing the miracle of childbirth
through in ways brilliant
and loving
and straining
and early.

Let's say that the second thing I remember
is a fleeting hug of hers
given before my first day of school,
her arms enveloping my consciousness and making it all better,
my fears melting away and becoming meaningless,
and for once I can see anxiety as the baseless worry that it is.

Let's say that the third thing I remember is a project my mother helped me with when I was seven.
We decorated the pages with beads and macaroni shells:
I wrote a children's book,
as a burgeoning young author(tm),
and it had animals with rolling eyes and big hugs.

Let's say that it didn't end in the first thing.
Let's say we talked
and grew old
and hated each other
and loved each other
and we were family,
even though
we never were

because she had to go and leave me here

[Yanni]

Original Entry Revoked because it needed more work, this is taking it's place as more work and more soul has been put into it.


My Night With An Old Friend
We were together
As it slowly slipped away
She said it would be forever
She would be gone by the end of the day.
I always **** up.
I never had the chance to tell her.
It was slow as she drank from the cup.
The last of her treatment.
A Moon Later I came back.
I hugged her and kissed her cheek.
She was bent over coughing and hacking.
If only there wasn't a leak.
If only I had been there sooner.
I could have told her what I felt as she slept.
She laid back in the bed
"I love you, Isaac"
She said.
"Don't say that, it was never meant to be"
"It was, and now we both have to move on."
She reached up and kissed me.
Falling backward violently.
She fell asleep.
I ran to my car.
I drove to everywhere I could.
A phonecall from her mom
"Are you okay?"
"No."
The vehicle began to skid.
A tree, a rock, a deer.
Everything flashed in front of me.
All I wish is that her and I could still be.

[BlippyTheSlug]

I'm not feeling the flow, so here's something I wrote a few months back. If the Muse gooses me, I reserve the right to replace it with something "fresh".

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Happy Easter

Cannibalism most holy
Washes away our sins
Consume the undead flesh
Drink the undead blood
The zombie god beckons
While it's minions fornicate
With the child that is pure
Mindless masses follow
Hanging on every lie
Believing every untruth
Sheep led to slaughter
This charnel house
Of cannibalism most holy