Poetry Game, Anyone?
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she danced,
short fringe dress
swirling -
tendrils in flight
from her hip
like a whisper
on her red painted lips,
tilted her bottle to the sky,
spit her mouthful to the fire
with its copper glow.
she danced,
her fringe speaking
the names
of lost loves.
sacrificing them
on her night sky
stage.
next word: name
short fringe dress
swirling -
tendrils in flight
from her hip
like a whisper
on her red painted lips,
tilted her bottle to the sky,
spit her mouthful to the fire
with its copper glow.
she danced,
her fringe speaking
the names
of lost loves.
sacrificing them
on her night sky
stage.
next word: name
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he traveled
now weary
and wiser.
head to palm
elbow to table and a glass.
can't go home, and about the girl...
top button begging to be released
wicked smile, her sharp teeth polished
to high sheen -
eyes green
glassy and wanting.
weary, he wants to take a chance
with those beckoning lips
wiser, he declines.
next word: wiser
now weary
and wiser.
head to palm
elbow to table and a glass.
can't go home, and about the girl...
top button begging to be released
wicked smile, her sharp teeth polished
to high sheen -
eyes green
glassy and wanting.
weary, he wants to take a chance
with those beckoning lips
wiser, he declines.
next word: wiser
davids
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Jacob Wiser
in the corner
dirt dust and feces
clickety clack-clichety clack
the little engine that could
Jake the kids and the wife
on the little train that could
strip em and prep em
gas em up nice
just so we could forget em
Next word: penumbra
in the corner
dirt dust and feces
clickety clack-clichety clack
the little engine that could
Jake the kids and the wife
on the little train that could
strip em and prep em
gas em up nice
just so we could forget em
Next word: penumbra
i know you're there
in the penumbra of memories
lost
near the edge of what was
might have been
when it was
i was
me
i see you sometimes
scuttling to jump from the shadows
then you're gone.
the glare of light melts your ghost
and you smelt back in the shadows
a filigree alloy stronger than silk
stalking me
always
unto unbecoming.
next word: coal
in the penumbra of memories
lost
near the edge of what was
might have been
when it was
i was
me
i see you sometimes
scuttling to jump from the shadows
then you're gone.
the glare of light melts your ghost
and you smelt back in the shadows
a filigree alloy stronger than silk
stalking me
always
unto unbecoming.
next word: coal
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the coal-grit of earth eaten
digested to feel
the elements of love and hate
and gods and demons.
drunk on air gone stale
with time, too much time
in this atmosphere.
brain itch and twitch
with fire - the thought
of you, not me.
and the being that
exists somewhere between
the jagged rocks below.
tangled with space far above
and long lost when we took to feet.
high on tide
rapturous on grass
lying under trees
and the shivering sky
holds the chemistry
that makes us
everything.
Next word: elements
digested to feel
the elements of love and hate
and gods and demons.
drunk on air gone stale
with time, too much time
in this atmosphere.
brain itch and twitch
with fire - the thought
of you, not me.
and the being that
exists somewhere between
the jagged rocks below.
tangled with space far above
and long lost when we took to feet.
high on tide
rapturous on grass
lying under trees
and the shivering sky
holds the chemistry
that makes us
everything.
Next word: elements
splayed by my radiance that you percieve as love,
a name engraved by laserbeam beneath the smile
that greets you from the frame you put me in
above the mantle of your soul --
the adoration streaming through your eyes
is more than i can bear. you ask too much of me,
splitting my being into rare elements:
dust, spittle and a sliver of your ribcage
above the heart;
all lumped together
into the image of your maker
-- the only one you think can save you
from yourself.
am i, am i?
demanding i deny your worthlessness
you hope that i can built you up
from elements whose names you now forgot...
next words: free radicals
a name engraved by laserbeam beneath the smile
that greets you from the frame you put me in
above the mantle of your soul --
the adoration streaming through your eyes
is more than i can bear. you ask too much of me,
splitting my being into rare elements:
dust, spittle and a sliver of your ribcage
above the heart;
all lumped together
into the image of your maker
-- the only one you think can save you
from yourself.
am i, am i?
demanding i deny your worthlessness
you hope that i can built you up
from elements whose names you now forgot...
next words: free radicals
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good little boys and girls know
how to smile and say cheese,
for snapshots, after the show.
good little girls like to bow
and give granny a squeeze,
and they don't kick, spit, or chow.
good little peter and joe
eat their carrots and peas,
don't cry when they stub their toes.
now, bad little girls and boys
don't know how to say please
so they get no Christmas toys.
next word: chandler
how to smile and say cheese,
for snapshots, after the show.
good little girls like to bow
and give granny a squeeze,
and they don't kick, spit, or chow.
good little peter and joe
eat their carrots and peas,
don't cry when they stub their toes.
now, bad little girls and boys
don't know how to say please
so they get no Christmas toys.
next word: chandler
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My Chandler Chapeau
an ode to the past
of tough Dicks and Molls
and 38 snubs
Of cuss words we spoke
a joke was a curse
and broads wore lipstick
garters and belts
We knew who we were
that Chapeau and me
now it's hard
to find
for that old man and me
are sittin and fartin
just wishin we had
a dime a cup
and some change for the road
Next word: fart
an ode to the past
of tough Dicks and Molls
and 38 snubs
Of cuss words we spoke
a joke was a curse
and broads wore lipstick
garters and belts
We knew who we were
that Chapeau and me
now it's hard
to find
for that old man and me
are sittin and fartin
just wishin we had
a dime a cup
and some change for the road
Next word: fart
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Don't take this wrong --
I love you dearly
you see that, clearly,
our marriage is strong.
You're always there for me
to hold my hand.
You treat me grand
and fund my shopping spree.
I love to cook for you
and wash your socks
pack your lunchbox
and hand you a cold brew.
But dear, let's sleep apart!
I'll move next door.
At night you snore
and oh, megod - you fart!
next word: implore
I love you dearly
you see that, clearly,
our marriage is strong.
You're always there for me
to hold my hand.
You treat me grand
and fund my shopping spree.
I love to cook for you
and wash your socks
pack your lunchbox
and hand you a cold brew.
But dear, let's sleep apart!
I'll move next door.
At night you snore
and oh, megod - you fart!
next word: implore
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implore
next word: entreat
You appealed
in supplication;
I beseeched
a replication;
we begged urgently
in supplication;
I beseeched
a replication;
we begged urgently
next word: entreat
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need
press your hand in mine
will your dreams upon my breast
when your lips touch mine
I'll taste your need
don't beg me to be yours
don't ask me for my heart
the gods are mistaken,
man is not a commodity
for one short moment in time
our thrashing will supersede
the boundaries we've set
just press your hand in mine
next word: gods
press your hand in mine
will your dreams upon my breast
when your lips touch mine
I'll taste your need
don't beg me to be yours
don't ask me for my heart
the gods are mistaken,
man is not a commodity
for one short moment in time
our thrashing will supersede
the boundaries we've set
just press your hand in mine
next word: gods
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Of Gods we spoke
and boundaries
our minds working feverishly
striving to overcome
yet caught up in the complexities of youth
the soup of hormones and desires
hands grasping for something solid
settling on flesh
the commonsense approach to grounding
our flights of fantasy
next word: soup
and boundaries
our minds working feverishly
striving to overcome
yet caught up in the complexities of youth
the soup of hormones and desires
hands grasping for something solid
settling on flesh
the commonsense approach to grounding
our flights of fantasy
next word: soup
When we kiss,
tender yellow and
songbird rose,
when our skin graze
touches
singing pale lavender in my
thoughts,
my thoughts turn to
soup.
Next Word: thoughts
tender yellow and
songbird rose,
when our skin graze
touches
singing pale lavender in my
thoughts,
my thoughts turn to
soup.
Next Word: thoughts
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My thoughts spin
like mercury through liquid air.
Floating when they should
be lightning fast.
They freeze, solidify
and there, there I have it -
crystal salt defying
every natural law.
Next up: solidify
like mercury through liquid air.
Floating when they should
be lightning fast.
They freeze, solidify
and there, there I have it -
crystal salt defying
every natural law.
Next up: solidify
These quiet moments,
rare as oxygen on Killimanjaro peaks,
when shadows of you billow due left,
over my shoulder, shimmering...
Only somewhat there
and mostly elsewhere,
lost in layers of memories
jumbled and askew...
I try to trace
the shape of your face
wishing
your features plumped beneath my finger.
I whisper your name in the glowing darkness behind my eyelids
digging fingernails into the bridge of my palm.
I wait.
Maybe the vapor will solidify,
Spell out your secrets,
your whereabouts...
And maybe
I will vaporise,
Lose my atoms to rare oxygen and lift
Up onto Killimajaro peaks.
next word: fastidious
rare as oxygen on Killimanjaro peaks,
when shadows of you billow due left,
over my shoulder, shimmering...
Only somewhat there
and mostly elsewhere,
lost in layers of memories
jumbled and askew...
I try to trace
the shape of your face
wishing
your features plumped beneath my finger.
I whisper your name in the glowing darkness behind my eyelids
digging fingernails into the bridge of my palm.
I wait.
Maybe the vapor will solidify,
Spell out your secrets,
your whereabouts...
And maybe
I will vaporise,
Lose my atoms to rare oxygen and lift
Up onto Killimajaro peaks.
next word: fastidious
You
the not so fastidious
feline
great cat hunter
kitten
stalking the flutter
of my heart.
Next Word: Flutter
the not so fastidious
feline
great cat hunter
kitten
stalking the flutter
of my heart.
Next Word: Flutter
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flutter
an open wallet
dollars flutter
a phone number
scribbled in yellow
I wait
next word: money
an open wallet
dollars flutter
a phone number
scribbled in yellow
I wait
next word: money
We are talking money
honey,
don't you realise? But no,
she holds green
paper, nothing
more.
Next Word: more
honey,
don't you realise? But no,
she holds green
paper, nothing
more.
Next Word: more
More and more I realize
the folly here.
I will give you - something, more.
Sapphires in the clouds,
more and better sparkling things,
a scent, a buzz in the room,
a harmony of bees,
our doublebond spun with honey.
But...
that mouth, dug from the ground,
drops worms in my ear.
Folly.
We are
spent.
Eviscerated.
The honey dried.
Infested.
The pillow flung
and feathers flown
the coop,
each on its own breeze,
circling the town,
searching for
more.
Next word: circus
the folly here.
I will give you - something, more.
Sapphires in the clouds,
more and better sparkling things,
a scent, a buzz in the room,
a harmony of bees,
our doublebond spun with honey.
But...
that mouth, dug from the ground,
drops worms in my ear.
Folly.
We are
spent.
Eviscerated.
The honey dried.
Infested.
The pillow flung
and feathers flown
the coop,
each on its own breeze,
circling the town,
searching for
more.
Next word: circus
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Clowns, you know
the ones with the make-up
large shoes, red nose
flowers that squirt
Sallow painted fields
little children playing
flesh on fire
screaming
help me
Shall we go
to the circus
candy apples fluffy puffs
a bullet would be better
no, the flames are fun
crispy, black, circus joy
Next word: fantasy
the ones with the make-up
large shoes, red nose
flowers that squirt
Sallow painted fields
little children playing
flesh on fire
screaming
help me
Shall we go
to the circus
candy apples fluffy puffs
a bullet would be better
no, the flames are fun
crispy, black, circus joy
Next word: fantasy