THE CLUB - #1

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Prompts will be added tomorrow morning, and then edited each morning with a new set!

Remember, there are no rules on consecutive posting; members can post as many poems as they can, but double posts by another member for the same prompt, will not be counted.

ALL POEMS MUST BE NEWLY WRITTEN, AND MUST FOLLOW THE ORDER OF THE PROMPTS.

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PROMPTS:

1. Must mention ONE animal AND ONE NUMBER

2. Wild Card

3. category : Life

4. Must include the words of a club name on this site. Yes, you can use the same club twice

5. Formed poem (excluding haiku/senryu)

6. Alcohol or Drugs

7. 10-13 lines

8. Must include a metaphor or similie

GO!

1. Sense

There is little more to do now
in this empty little house
than to dust the shelves,
mop the tiles, and look back
to check that nothing is left behind
but the white squares on the wall
where our photos used to hang.

2. Funny

There once was a man called Nick
Who was always a loathsome prick,
He brought a large cake
To prove he could bake
But people still thought him a dick.

3. Formed (haiku)

Deep in the forest,
amidst the towering oaks,
an acorn opens.

4. City/State/Country

In the heart of Australia,
the night is of purest black
and white.

There is no sound but the single
rustle of a life hard-lived, making
its way home.

The red dirt clings to each hair and pore
and Australia sticks with you,
long after you've left it.

5. 30-35 syllables

Here are thirty dirty little syllables
that were thrust to my consciousness
with no thought of poetry whatsoever.

6. Religion

I used to see God
in ten-armed warriors,
elephant-headed angels, and
monkeys with superhuman kindness.
They had skins the colour of storm clouds,
black matted hair, necklaces of skullbones,
and eyes centred on their foreheads.
They lifted mountains with their little finger,
sat on boars, lions and swans,
and held the universe in their
tiny, butter-smeared mouths.

I still see God in all that is
imagination, power,
mystery and madness.

7. Special occasion

One line is all that
makes the difference
between what used to be
and what will always be.

One thin pink line that
knows your heart is
no longer the only one
that beats in your body.

It stares at you, this line,
barely visible, unmistakable.

8. Wild

There is a wildness in us, still.
The other day, I saw a man
start laughing out of the blue.
It was on the train. He laughed
so hard he shook his head, his tears
ran down, and he had to leave
the carriage because the rest of us
were worried about him.

9 Sense

Mr Ceasar

I came I saw I conquered
The rivers the land the cities
Across rivers across seas across mountains
I brought change to the world

10 Funny

There once was a lass named Abby
Long, lean with tits that were flabby
She' hang around bars
Go home in strange cars
Her behaviour was really quite shabby

11 formed

Haiku

Shimmering light shines
Upon trees and daffodils
Summer in Melbourne

11 City/state/Country

Bricks cracked bones broken
Rubble and dirt
My beloved Christchurch no more
The heart of Canterbury torn apart
To sink beneath the earth
New Zealand's garden city now a graveyard for flowers

12, 30-35 syllables

One two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen, fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen sisters all
In a row.

13 religion

I passed a row of crosses today
On the Apian Way
I was so far from home
So out of place
Yet half way down there was a space for me
The spot was marked with a plaque
But I could not dwell
I have no cross to bear

15.) (7; special occasion)

She had his ashes in film canisters.
This one, for the boat,
this one for the river.
She put one on the mantle,
and another by her bed.
And one she kept in her purse, always on her,
As if she could run down to Rite-Aid,
And have him developed.

16.) (8; wild card)

I like trees with lots of leaves,
And dogs that sniff and bark at things
That cling beneath the branch's eaves.

17.) (1; sensory)

Slip your tongued words by my ear one more time
and you won't smell the blood, but
you'll be hurting, I swear.

18.) (2; funny)

An old woman leans forward in her chair, trying to get up.

The gnarled ridges of her knees don't bend like they used to,
Her legs are old branches now,
Her back, a lumped hill, a crippling reminder
that the greener pastures of her youth are long gone.
Her hands clench against the armrests, roots
frozen but grabbing.
With a puff, she pulls her neck forward,
an old crone of a trunk, weight tipping forward, forward,
but not quite levitating until
she gives a toot from beneath,
a gentle breeze propelling her
onto her feet.

19.) (3; formed)

Blue flash through the glass,
soft nose up, sniffing paper,
MAILMAN'S HERE, screams dog.

20.) (4; must mention town/state)

Let's go back to the rocks again,
where the wind is thick and the foam is slick,
Where your toes get bruised by the smoothest stones
and the pines flex in the cooling sun.
Let's go back to the Boothbay shore,
To the summer hum and ocean roar,
To the lobster traps bobbing up and down,
To the island in the distance, the horizon's crown.

21.) (5; 30-36 syllables)

Ice is nice
but lice are too,
if you find one with manners.

And chips are sweet,
But not so neat,
So let's smash them all with hammers.

22.) (6; religion)

I don't believe in god, no god
I don't think that he's there,
And if I did, I'll tell you what,
I don't think that I'd care.

23.) (7; special occasion)

Sniffle,
she's got snot streaming
from her nose,
a birthday cake
gone green
with envy.

24.Wild card

She walks down the aisle
Dressed in a gossamer gown,
She looks straight ahead
Almost afraid to cry,
Pale lips used to produce a radiant smile
Now as she walks down the aisle
Only a frown graces her mouth,
As she reaches her destination
Cries surround her looking around
She says "goodbye"
As they bury her 6 ft underground....

1.) (sensory)

Her eyes are deep brown lakes of love
reflecting the bright orange ball,
that she wants, wants,
wants to chew on.

2. Category: funny!

Once ago a lady fell in a shoe
Riddled she didn't have a clue
Looking up to find a way out
She ended up squished by
a giant's foot

3. Formed poem

Loving Her

Living in the shadows
Obvious to the pain
Vivid dreams lay dormant,
In her eyes only misery lives
Numb inside and out
Giving illusions of being "happy"

Hushed cries
End her plight
Revealing a corpse bride

4.Must mention a country/state/town

O how I love Texas
Hot as can be,
Only a sinner like me
Would consider this state a dream!
Saints would mope
As they complain to a pope
How only Satan would control those
In a wicked place like my home!

5. 30=36 syllables

Thirty years and only thirty-six syllables
Describe how long it has been:
A long road,painful,but overall rewarding
To have lived such a blessed life

6. Religion

God to me you're a Spirit
it's not always a bad thing
I just wish I could see you
so I could thank you
My wife is one of your angels
and that's why I want to thank you
She wasn't much into you
and neither was I but I changed
so thank you for understanding this babble
Yours Truly Mori

7. Special Occasion

Sheer joy in plastered on her face
She's going to get married today,
She'll become Mrs. Right
and he'll be Mr. Lucky
Her wedding gown will be the last
of her white dresses,
Oh how she can't wait to get married tonight!
Is all she thinks as she puts on her
wedding gown

8. Wild card

Beautiful are the memories
Even though I don't have you
Long were the nights we talked
Laughing about us
Ah how I miss it so now!

Because of my insecurity
All washed away
I regret losing you dear friend
Remember I did love you...

1. Sense

Eyes deceiving
alluding curiosity
When it hides destruction,
Smiles are given freely
But the reason differ than you would think,

Caution a vixen can cost someone's life
So don't let the eyes deceive!

2. Category: funny!

Once ago a lady married a man
Laughter was all around
The man had a secret that
the wife didn't know
Every night he'd turn into a magical fairy
Dressed in a pink tutu
Singing along to every girly song
On top of his lungs

3. Formed poem
Acrostic

Mainly
Addictive
Drugs called "insanity","love" and"stupidity"

4. Must mention a country/state/town� 

In Damascus, near the markets,
there is always a
homeless wandering in the streets, running
after wealthy people hiding behind
their car windows.
You can see him chewing his fingertips,
staring at clothes he will never buy,
at families he'll never be a part of,
at the sky as it swallows the sun, and
he looks down.
He's lonely and cold and
dying soon.

5. 30=36 syllables 

There, we once had a fight.
And there, behind this building,
he once stole a kiss off my cheeks
and I blushed.
And that street vendor once sold us coffee
and dreams.

6 Religion.

I don't know who you are
or what you are
or why you did all of this.
I don't know if you're
in
or out,
if you're up or down,
if you're in that endless darkness
or that ray of light.

Maybe you are the breeze
that just passed me by.
Maybe you're the smile
along the cheeks of that kid,
marking his dimples.

But I know
I know you're somewhere
in my poetry
trying to reach me as
I try to reach you.