FRAGMENTS OF POETRY'S POEMS AND SCORES

Lap 6 Round 12 - Halloween

When I was a child, mother
never
let me out
into the night.
On the thirty first,
I would sit, and

wait

by the door,
for anyone
to knock.

I thought

my mother would open it
and I could sneak off

into the night

and make friends
with the ghosts.

Nobody ever came.

Lap 6 - Round 13 - Toilet

Bus-stop, pee-stop

The driver mercifully stopped the bus
and, alcohol-fuelled, we shuffled out
across a nearby maize-field
like a scattered bag of marbles.

I had located semi-privacy and was
about to stop and answer nature's call when,
as if trying impersonating the maize that circled it,
I spotted a toothpaste-clean toilet, with
a fluffy pink seat, lurking invitingly.

I looked at that toilet and contemplated it's possibility,
and decided to sprinkle the crop where I stood anyway.

Lap 7- Round 1 - 21 syllables

OPRAH

I caught a sight of you,
last night on TV
not much has changed
You're still the queen,
of talk.

Lap 7 - round 2 - tanka

faceless flames align
along sleep wanderer's road -
footsteps fade away
when will-o'-the-wisps awake
the lake that swallows our souls

Lap 7~Round 3~Water

Drip
Drip
Drip
It echoed in the silence
Filling the darkness

I imagined myself
A struggling drop of water
Fighting to hold on
But finally lost to the unknown

I wander through dark tunnels
Filled with forgotten dreams
Dampened with unseen pain and regret
Wondering if I will ever find my way home

Lap 7 Round 4 - Free Verse

There is something about
the way the wind moves
in this city.

It is not a breeze,
it is a howl, a

roar,

telling us to run.
It was never a city
that was safe.

Lap 7 - Round 5 - Microscope

Biology

Lying next to you, I feel I have been given
a microscope to your skin. I can point it at any
of your cells, identify the tiny nucleus
where DNA swirls.
But I am no scientist, and hard as I look,
I have no key to unlock your Biology.

Lap 7 - Round 6 -Wild card (21 syllables)

Your love is like mists in the wind
Branching out into the unknown

Lap 7 - round 7 - cats

Today I walked past
the mod house,
ears nonchalantly
wriggling, as if they're sensors
just to hear
an intermezzo
of purrs and hairballs

I thought
it must be Sibs-Jerry
slaughtering Jane-Tom
on the play-station

just to find
a kitten-size lion
scratching the windows
as if he could draw a circle
that looks like those in espionage-movies;
eyes desperate
to live his kitten live
on the streets
with other kitten gangs
and half-breathing birds

Then a
*poof*
and the
*tring*
of the mod's oven

And I realised
that the women
of this house
must be spinsters,
witches,

for no meow
was longer heard
at the window, only
Larry's tummy
rumbling
and squeezed
against breaking glass.

Lap 7~Round 8~AABAB rhyme scheme

She rose in the fading evening light
Her beauty shaded by the night
Her lovers left upon the moon
Her heart would twinge, if only slight
Morning could not come too soon

Lap 7 Round 9 - PnQ Member

Makalah is my
Tangible Heartache. We once
rolled on the floor laughing
at silly words
and tootsie rolls. But
three years later
is a long time when you're 12,
and we haven't laughed
for years.

Lap 7 - Round 10 - Alliterative verse

P poem

Procratinating poetry poses problems,
personal poetry provides procratination,
people's private pains permeating public places:
parks, playschools, pubs, pizza parlours -
permanently pleading 'Please, provide publication!
Please put "Personal Poet Pain" prominantly,
providing paychecks post plentifully.'
Pointedly, person penning "Personal Poet Pains"
ponces proudly, persistantly...
Pointlessly.

Lap 7 - Round 11 - Five Lines

I am so hopeless, that I could cry
scattered Fragments of Poetry,
were unkempt and lost
between the shelves
of blocked poets' anthologies.

Lap 7 - round 12 - Halloween

Halloween has left me
traumatized
of candies -
the way they drill holes
into your perfect white teeth,
and make them yellow
like newspapers of a time
that your parents still ate candy;
or yellow
like a coffee-drenched
parent's mouth
at breakfast.

So, this year, I will dress
like mother nature.

Children may chew
on my hair,
for they look just like
un-rolled liquorice wheels,
or nibble at my eye
for its structure is just
like bubblegum

if you believe so.

I will frighten those candy-hunters
so their masks peel off
on their own
like their parent's skin,
and enjoy the silence
of un-ringed bells
at every
Halloween,

as I sip my coffee
and read in the newspaper
that the toothfairy
hasn't visited
since we've grown up.

Lap 7~Round 13~Toilet

Steamy
Warm
Relaxing
Water cascading over my tired body

I longed for this moment all day
Silence
Calm
Relief

Flush
Damn it
Scalding, burning
I forgot to lock the door
Someone always always flushes the toilet

Lap 8 Round 1 - 21 Syllables

Vale means goodbye, like
adios or tchusse. It is not pretty
in any language.

Lap 8 - Round 2 - Tanka

Melting Point

Polar creatures sweat
beneath invisible plumes,
icecaps flirt dangerously
with a heated sea,
awaiting their deathly fall.

Lap 8 - Round 3 - Water

Why would any lady
enjoy the sprinkles
of Gucci and Chanel?

Those mixed potions
stick to our skins
and seep through our veins,
trying to dazzle us
with fake fruits
and other sweets.

No, I rather enjoy
the perfume of the rain.

Lap 8 - round 4 - free verse

She hails from the lands
down under,
where coffins unearth
on their own
and forests flare
with a flicker
of her fingernails.

Midnights are a canopy
of cosmic days
when she clepes
blood to ascend
from corpse cannibals,

for she was born
below the horizon;
storms settle
in her palm
like Pandora's Box

and the graves
are a place for her
to clepe
home.

Lap 8~Round 5~Microscope

Your pain was hidden
So you thought
But I could see specks of it inside your smiling eyes
Secrets buried
just below the surface
Do not need a microscope to be found

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