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Jonathan Riley from Memphis, Tennessee is reading Flashover by Gordon Highland March 6, 2013 - 5:40pm

This month's prompt:

Case

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voodoo_em from England is reading All the books by Ira Levin March 7, 2013 - 8:06am

Escape

My legs are bent.

Cramped and folded.

Inside the old family suitcase.

The soft stink of last years beach holiday,

Caught in invisible grains of sand.

Scratching my back.

In here I'm Nosferatu.

Teeth bared, arms crossed against my chest.

What only looks like luggage offers the kind of dark you can forget little kid fears in.

 

 

 

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OtisTheBulldog from Somerville, MA is reading The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz March 7, 2013 - 7:36pm

Nice, Em! Very visual. 

I'm working on one for this myself. I mean to participate in this thread from hereforth. JR, you have permission to call me out should I not do so. Poetry is something I blow at, and I want to get better, and I want to read my fellow LRs work.

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Jonathan Riley from Memphis, Tennessee is reading Flashover by Gordon Highland March 7, 2013 - 8:41pm

Very cool Em. Hope people get into this again. I didn't think many people arround here enjoyed reading or writing poetry too much so I didn't do one last month, But hopefully it will pick back up!!

Write something for this Otis!!!

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voodoo_em from England is reading All the books by Ira Levin March 8, 2013 - 6:46am

Thanks guys :)

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iamsnaggletooth March 8, 2013 - 1:03pm

That was nice, Em. 

 

police man garbage can

flash light suit case

bad man good man

sad man 'hood man

baseball bat slam gat

bone mash wood crash

red big flood gash

split skin get in

life is trash life his trash.

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Strange Photon from Fort Wayne, IN is reading Laurie Anderson lyrics March 8, 2013 - 2:41pm

Nice to see even a little bit of appreciation for poetry here. That's not to say it didn't exist before, but when I was here last, there wasn't a forum such as this thread. Thanks for starting it, Riley, I shall indeed be participating.

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voodoo_em from England is reading All the books by Ira Levin May 15, 2013 - 6:00am

Hmmmm... anyone seen JR?

Time for a new prompt I think.

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Jonathan Riley from Memphis, Tennessee is reading Flashover by Gordon Highland June 8, 2013 - 12:34am

PLIGHT OF THE POET. BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND:

Or maybe just because VoodooEm asked. She is very Popular.

Find the rules heer!

This months prompt: Spill

 

 

 

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Jonathan Riley from Memphis, Tennessee is reading Flashover by Gordon Highland June 13, 2013 - 8:45pm

the springboard echoes

in a full natatorium-

the diver spills

into the drink-

her back spanks the

blue-sheet

and the 1.0's flash

behind her.

when the black stars

before her eyes subside-

she surfaces to a standing ovation.

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voodoo_em from England is reading All the books by Ira Levin June 10, 2013 - 3:06am

JR who you been talking to, I am sooooooo not popular :)

And yay ~ new prompt!!

Poem coming soon....

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Flybywrite from Rocky Point, Long Island is reading The Bride Comes to Yellow Sky, by Stephen Crane June 11, 2013 - 7:14am

Well, I want to get on the way to completing short stories and poems that are at the very least coherent.  So it's cool that this thread is here at the top and active.  Shorter forms riding an emotional wind are all I have time for because my work increases in the summer anyway.  My poems do tend toward the ridiculous, which is why I write prose, but lately there all winter through spring it's been a constant fight through already completed material to be as clear as possible, but also free enough to be able to make those choices between words and scenes that are my own, made by my own stylistic lights.  So in a sense that can be a grind, the search to be completely free of any other clamor, and also to be interesting plus to readers.

What's freeing about poetry even if it isn't your specialtly, is just the sound of the word seems to get the wings for subjectively free flight beating.  So it'll be fun to bust loose a bit, now that I've got a novella posted, and am putting aside my other two except to study hard copies of until the fall, and I plan to start a spillage poem today.

A Biblical warning against undue spillage I recall being recited and commented upon by a nun when i was twelve or so,begins roiling; but then, too, I'm very sick of the perverse, and hellfire, and Christian collisions of all sorts.  It seems there's gotta be a cute poem, a spilt apple juice memory or two, some, wasn't it funny when Daddy slipped and fell on his ass kind of thing, hanged up somewhere in the old attic.  Anyway, looking forward to searchin about, and spillin't the beans for whatever.  Rx, Flyby  

 

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Flybywrite from Rocky Point, Long Island is reading The Bride Comes to Yellow Sky, by Stephen Crane June 11, 2013 - 8:58am

Okay, so, bad poem below.  Twisted Christian: that's a Long Island band if I'm not mistaken.

Mind Your Soup Boys:

Big Sister made up her mind that until she explained to her boys the temptation to spill their big choices to come might not come from free will.  To make big hard pictures bright, and to make them dark too, she could tell, required a Biblical hand date.  And when it fell upon her boys what they'd used in wasted earth, she could see, her read aloud voice had more power than God’s mandate.

Two boys tittered one laughed, and the latter drew wrath, the entire class silenced in big sister’s eyes blazing bath.  A red monster appeared when she warned of God’s hatred, in this wasting of our most precious features; then drew a dark picture, dying, gasping spilt fishes, mud lost to the building of filthier creatures.
 

 

 

 

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voodoo_em from England is reading All the books by Ira Levin June 12, 2013 - 1:18am

Functioning

Two in the afternoon
And she’s drunk already
Over emotional and irrational
Irritating the way people always are
When you’re the sober one
Tugging at my shirt sleeve
And my heart strings
Those big sad eyes
She spills her guts
And her emotions
Over white porcelain
Every morning
Every night
Lost at sea
Swimming for the shore
She says: I’m trying to cope
She says: This is self-help
But all I see is drowning.
 

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Covewriter from Nashville, Tennessee is reading & Sons June 13, 2013 - 8:40pm

Ya'll are  all so good. I re read some of my postings and think cadence is my issue. I'm trying to go by all the craft rules, but Ned to work on the sound of the sentences. Does that make sense? Poetry is what it is all about. 

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Renfield from Hell is reading 20th Century Ghosts June 15, 2013 - 11:05am

Did I derail the popular prompt thread or is nobody online over the weekend?

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jyh from VA is reading whatever he feels like June 16, 2013 - 7:29pm

Permanence is so gauche.