FRAGMENTS OF POETRY'S POEMS AND SCORES #3

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* CONTEST STARTS 00:00 3 OCT PNQ TIME

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FOP'S TEAM LIST AND SCORES: 2384 (includes 1280 bonus points from HH)
The Queen: 8+8+8+8+9+7+8+8+8+8+8+9+7+8+
7+7+8+8+7+8+7+9+7+8+8+7
Mera Luna: 9+9+9+8+9+8+8+8+8+9+8+10+9+9+
8+9+9+8+8+10+9+8
Beautiful Chaos: 7+8+7+8+8+8+7+8+8+8+7+3+7+8+
7+8+8+7+7+7+8+8+8+7+8+7
Liquid Grace: 2+8+8 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Melissa xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
slighte: 10+9+9+9+9+9+8+9+8+10+10+9+9+8+10
+9+9+9+8+7+7+8+8+9+8+7+6
Captain Lonesome xxxxxxxxxxxx
Colm: 9+9+8+8+3+8+9+8+8+8+8+9+9+8+8+9+9+9
+8+8+7
dollwithafrown xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Italian Stallion xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Kiko xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
kips: 8+6+7+9
Lady Aureus Argentum xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The Poet Behind The Poem xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Faithless xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
MyaEve: 7+7+7+7+9

THE THEMES FOR EACH ROUND

THE POINT SYSTEM
* Each submitted poem, if it complies with the theme of the round, will earn an easy 5 points straight away for your team, regardless of quality.
* Poems will also be roughly judged for quality- a maximum of 5 points can be earned for a high quality poem (giving a maximum total of 10).

HOW TO RACE
* The Great Marathon starts on 00:00 3 October, PnQ time.
* Anyone can start the race by submitting a poem for the first round in this thread.
* Another team member then completes the second round, and so on.
* A person who has submitted a poem MAY NOT submit another entry until FOUR further rounds have been completed by other members of the team.
* All poems MUST be new and submitted here by the authors themselves.
* You may plot your team strategy within your club. CLUB LEADERS, it is up to you to do all you can to get your team's entries racing along. Bribe, threaten, shame, PM, blackmail...but get those rounds completed!
* With each entry, PLEASE LIST the Lap #, Round #, and the theme with your title.
* If all 13 rounds have been completed, the team can start from the Round 1 theme again to earn more points in further laps. These laps are unlimited.
* The team with the most points wins. Individual team members who gain the most points will also be recognised.
* It all ends on 00:00 9 October, PnQ time.

GOOD LUCK!!

Lap 16 - Round 12 - Halloween

Serpentine jaws,
Prophetic;
From labyrinthine catacombs
of nirvanic warmth
Coursing through
half-parted vinous lips
Half-closed melanic eyes

I come at night
when you're asleep,

for I wish
for another
bloody

feast.

Lap 16 - round 13 - toilet

How many butts have seated
on your lap, with laptops
and newspaper
on their own lap
and probably letters
and colours
on THEIR laps?

That must have been
a true work of art
perhaps impressionism
of lapping butt-prints

Lap 17 - Round 1 - 21 Syllables

It is almost time
for sleeping, my small brain
has written too much
today
to handle.

Lap 17 - Round 2 - Tanka

devoid of freshness
a vague perfume is diffused
of yellow debris
around her rosy fingers
shimmer and glitter, fine ash

Lap 17 - round 3 - water

Fountains are only meant for decoration:
not for greedy birds and scared cats
so keep your hands off
my meditation spot
and cry like a watermelon:
inkblack pits and reddish flesh

Lap 17 - Round 4 - Free Verse

I went off to visit
the zoo. All the animals,
the balloons, and tidbits of
information,
all for me.
I neared my favourite section,
the ferocious tigers. But
they laid in the sun and did nothing
but yawn. In the end
I just went home,
without a smile upon
my face.

HHH STARTS NOW

Lap 17 Round 5

Squirell

The woods were a scary place
for a child back then. Shadows
of the unknown, with tall tales
of monstorous beings devouring little boys
ringing in my ears as the only sound.
I was about to chicken out and run when
I spied a squirell, a grey one, nibbling
on a nut and scampering up a tree
with it in its quaint mouth. It didnt matter
at that point that he was the hated one

Lap 17 - Round 6 - Wild Card - aabba rhyme

She is hot like a red hot lava
Her name's Modern Helen of Sparta
Knives and guns are her booster
though not as lethal as her pouty sneer
from ripe-cherry lips that ooze charisma

Lap 17 - Round 7 - insect

Worms warp
when I'm done
manipulating
their DNA

They will grow
into man-eating
butterflies,
sinking their fangs
into your belly
and spread
a poison
through your navel
through your vein

until no love
is known

and soar
so high
that the sun
will forever
be shadowed

Lap 17 - Round 8 - Acrostic

My, what a week to
Attempt nothing but
Round after round after round,
And then lap after lap after lap of
The same thirteen prompts.
How glad are we all that Abby
Organised a change, and that Sunday brings
New life after the marathon.

Lap 17 - Round 9 - Superhero

It was difficult in school
with second hand jumpers,
scrambling the coins together
to buy books one at a time
(as teachers wrote notes home
for not having homework done).

I was suprised to see Dad home
one miserable Thursday afternoon.
He had gotten the day off work
and took us to the park. We played football
and I remember laughing like
I hadnt in years.

The next day he was back to work
and in a week I had all my school books.
Andrew's Dad dressed up as Batman
for halloween, but my Dad
was a superhero who never
wore a mask

Lap 17 - round 10 - cooking

My kitchen is mixed-blooded

we have mixers
sticky with the scent
of pandan leaves,
frying pans burning
with oyster sauce
and splatters of milk
around the sink

Tea towels are made
with the hands
of a Dutchie
and our spoons
have the fingerprints
of a Malay lady

Together we make magic
my sister and I

Dishes are flecked
like a cow,
and my father
with his rough
Hong Kong hands
is there
to catch the oil
before it reaches
the Indonesian-coloured
skin of my mother.

Lap 17 - Round 11 - Nature

Mother Nature is cruel
at the best of times, but
an earthquake
at the dinner table
is just plain rude.
We cower below the
table, standing
on our food and praying
the fish and chip shop
stays open
for the night.

Lap 17 - Round 12 - 7lines

Superior

Sitting in a lecture hall, I tend
to doze off. The drawling voice
of the lecturer drifts away to somebody
else's ears. I would rather scribble
my own musings on my notepad,
or sleep, than regurgitate the preaching
of an inferior mind.

Lap 17 - round 13 - magic

They say that genies
or falling stars
are needed to fulfill
one's wish

But genies are too lazy
to come out of their lamp
in the middle of the night

When I rub the golden walls
all they do is throwing
a pillow of pigeon-feathers
to my head

And falling stars
are not trustworthy
who knows if their crashing light
isn't aimed at my head as well?

So I rather believe
in my own miracles

the magic I feel
when my fingertips touch
the piano
or the stardust
that's scattered about
when I paint
a scene by Van Gogh

Lap 18 - Round 1 - Grandmothers

I am the essence of her youth
my eyes, they reflect the joy she's bound
for happily, she's married with a don
spending cash like he doesn't give a damn

Yesterday, we both did the funky chicken dance
Oh boy, had I not been doing yoga class
she would whip my left foot non-stop

Lap 18 - Round 2 - 17 Syllables

galaxies away, i am sitting
on moon rocks,

waiting for
the end

Lap 18 - Round 3 - aabba rhyme

There once was a man in a boat
who never knew he could float,
there was never any waves
so he claimed to be brave,
and in his comfort would gloat

Lap 18 - round 4 - free

I am Luna Blue
because the sky fails to reflect
the beauty of an oasis
and the moon has grown
tired of me

Sometimes, in the park
I see children jumping
into pebbles
and opening their mouth
to the rain

and I wonder why
all they care about
is blue, when no one
knows about Luna Blue:

a girl in the storm
wearing nothing more
but a dress that's sewn
with the veins
that reflect
no rubies
or heart

Lap 18~Round 5~Squirrel

Bushy tail
Black and sleek
He must prepare
For winter's bleak

I throw him nuts
Little treats
He buries them all
Winter eats

Lap 18 - Round 6 - Wild card free

I want to go back
to the stage, with its
taped center lines, and
wings that are
always too small.
I want the heat of
stage lights and the echo
of music drowning out
shouts of stage manager.
I want the roaring crowd
and the feeling
of false eyelashes
and wiping away the
makeup of the night.

Lap 18 - Round 7 - Insect

When tiling a bathroom, I coated
the bath in plastic seal
so as to protect its porcelin
from the raining adhevisive.
Doing this, I noticed the biggest beetle
I had ever seen, scrambling
under the plastic covers. How
the insect got there I do not know.
But I came back the next day and he
was still trying to crawl up the edge
of the bath. A third day still,
he quixotically hadnt given up.
And for some reason still unknown to myself
I left that beetle alone
to make a bath an insect tomb.

Lap 18 - round 8 - acrostic

If all the fairies I've seen today
nibble at my toes;
saliva sticking to my nails
as the gold paint of those tiny shields goes
nowhere, then I must be stuck in
enigma

Lap 18~Round 9~Superhero

Spidey shot webs
The Bat had cool toys
The Lantern was lame
Superman had poise

Superhero's galore
Though women were few
Not quite sure why
We're better than you

Soft and we're pretty
Good at the game
Female superheroes
Put men to shame

Lap 18 - Round 10 - Cooking

Women don't belong
in the kitchen, but I
like it here. There is
beauty in having
instructions on exactly
what to do. I am not
one for creativity. Here
is logic, and oven warmth,
and the success of
no remains.

Lap 18 - Round 11 - Nature

Lambs, like little pillows
sunabathe next to their mothers,
in the wood, raindrops bless
the budding branches of oak,
ash, sycammore. Birds
tweet to their partners
as they swoop for worms.

We are said to be mammals, animals.
But with these irrelevances
the only nature we share
is with the carcasses
of chicks that never left the nest,
the grey of sapling trees in darkness.

Lap 18 - round 12 - seven lines

The big bang
has caused nothing but
my mother and father
knotted like jin and jang
as I untied them
the way I did with my navel string
and wallow in cosmic waters

Lap 18 - Round 13 - Magic

There is no magic left
in my pencil,
pen,
or typewriter.
No lovely metaphors,
or rhyme, or
proper use
of line. Somebody
give me a wand
or a wish, for I
cannot keep going
like this.

Lap 19~Round 1~Grandmothers

My Grandma's my hero
Her heart is so pure
If life's a disease
She is the cure

She loves me for everything
There when I fail
Blind to my faults
Sure I'll prevail

Lap 19 - Round 2 - 17 syllables

Orange

I grow, ripen, and am
squeezed to death,
I hope my blood quenches her thirst.

Lap 19 - Round 3 - aabba

She said, love doesn't cost a thing
though, I bet she would take gold for a fling
sterling silvers are her best friend
but there is one thing she would never lend
'tis her favourite fourteen carat bling

Lap 19 - round 4 - free

My brother says
that Linux is better
than Microsoft word
but I've seen that penguin
dance and doodle
on the computer screen,
and I won't trust
a black-and-white animal
that doesn't have a tux on
or some red ribbon
around his throat

Lap 19 - Round 5 - Squirell

Squirell stamps

We had savings stamps in school
and because there was a picture of
Errol the squirrel on them, we collected
like nothing was more important.
After five years we had finished school
and had lost all of our stamps

Lpa 19 - Round 6 - WIld card - aabba

There once was a woman of class
whose lovers turned her into a morass,
on the floor of a shrine
she was outshined
by the lord of the sea, what a jackass.

Lap 19 - round 7 - insect

Moths and butterflies
are just the same to me
two silly insects
who think they can be
as graceful as a dove

Sure one has the colours
of a chamelon, but only
when it's autumn

and the other one
looks like a punched rainbow,
so I hope that the leprechauns
put them into pots

Lap 19 - Round 8 - Acrostic

This happy hour draws to a close,
I have to scribble quickly!
My inspiration is at an end
Eventually, I can rest.

Overall I enjoyed it like I enjoy
Ukleles - Enjoyable but
Tiring to listen to without pause!

***HH STARTS NOW***

Lap 19 - Round 9 - Superhero OR mythological being OR movie star

She is the queen of pop
While her boylets
Called her a sexy brat
For, she never
Settles for just one f*ck
While her pillow face
Excludes a constipated
look

Lap 19 - round 10 - cooking

The fridge hasn't been opened
for three years now,
back in 1989
there was a grass jelly invasion
that settled themselves
in all sorts of icecream
and "brother" was born.

Then, in 1991
fruits started a revolution.
Apples and bananas
slashed each other,
and the young strawberries
got diced in all the rustle,
until every colour
was blended into a smoothie
as "brother II" was born.

Today, it is 14 October 1994,
no battlefields have arisen
during the first flakes of winter,
but a couple has decided
to alight the kitchen in this cold year.

They tremble as their hands
hold on to salt and pepper:
something scorches
at the surface of the frying pan,
and with a swirl of oil
and sesame seeds
"I" was born.

Lap 19 - Round 11 - Nature

I was not in my nature to stop
and look at a leaf dancing on a breeze
from the towering horse-chestnut tree,
or for my features to unknowingly
arrange themselves into a smile just
watching a bay foal galloping with it's mother.
Time has nutured my love of nature.
Time and selfishness.