THE CLUB - #1

7) Special occasion

I felt like Wallace
The first time I tasted cheese
It melted in my mouth like cream
And ran down my throat like honey
Creamy and soft made in heaven it was
I was hooked I was smitten
Like being in love
I was ruined and captured
By soft gooey gold
Wensleydale

8) Wildcard

Formed

Sunshine down the hall
Throws shadows around my house
All angles and panes

1) Sensory

The smell of the sea in my nose
The taste of salt upon my tongue
My hair bedraggled
My body patchy red
God i love the beach
God i love the summer

2) Funny

There once was a girl named Narph
Who was always good for a laugh
Her poems about poop
Had us all in a stoop
That we would choke, cough up and barf

3) Formed

Diamonds in my hair
Like snowflakes on my weetbix
Makes me happiest

4) Country/state/city

Rye a place on the peninsula
Not an hours drive from home
Hidden off the road a gem by the sea
In summer full of sun burnt bodies
Seagulls and fish and chips
Long days warm evenings
Winter cool quiet restful
Last night I dreamed of Rye

5) 30 - 35 Syllables

I would fly to Rye on a Friday
Pack my sleeping bag
A couple of beers
Jump in the care
And drive like a bat out of hell
Heaven

6) Religion

I'm an atheist I tell myself
That's my religion
No man upstairs for me
No you me and him makes three
And I suppose the end will come soon enough
No last minute straw for me
I will end as I started

7) Special occasion

I buried the cat last week
He's in the back garden now
Under my strawberry plants
I wonder will they taste sweet
Because burying him left a sour taste
He's about three feet down
My kids cried
As they placed his stiff form
Beneath the ground
We stuck a plaque on the fence
Above where he's buried
Even now it fades
Even now I forget his soft warm fur

8) Wildcard

There was a poop scooper named Bill
Who scooped that poop till his bucket was fill
He went at it by day
Till the evening turned grey
Then handed the bucket to cousin Phil

1. Sense

I come home to the smells
of tea and whisky,
woodsmoke and
slightly rotting fruit.
Our kitchen needs cleaning
but I like these scents
but I hate this mess
and I love you
and it's as simple
and as difficult
as that.

2. Funny

I'm writing poetry,
you're reading your book,
and hanging in the air
is the smell of a fart
that neither of us remarks upon.

3. Formed

The last mandarin,
left politely in the bowl,
grows a patch of mould.

4. City/State/Country

There was peace
under the sea of El Nido
when my breath, labouring through
a snorkel, came to a halt
as two ancient turtles
twirled beside me, one over the other,
a flying circle with a twist,
the smooth symbol of infinity,
appearing, then disappearing
above a faraway city of fish.

5. 30-36 syllables

You know, a whisky can do wonders
to a soul dragged through another day
of boredom laced with guilt
(of magic dulled with routine).

6. Religion

I like being woken
to the sound from minarets,
slowly turning pink in the misty light of dawn,
calling to the faithful who queue up,
wash their feet, and shuffle into the
marble cool of a soaring dome
that lifts their heads
before bowing low
to a god I don't know.

7. Special occasion

Sarah goes home to her dog and her cat,
reheats leftovers in the microwave
and watches an episode of Masterchef
each night. Tonight, it's the Finals
and there is no loneliness in Sarah.

8) Wildcard Formed

Blackened skies fall
Upon the windswept landscape
Turning day to night

1) Sensory

My sweet potato and pumpkin soup
I have to say is bloody amazing
An old recipe of my Grans
And I must say it cant be beaten
The queue at my gate attests to that
And don't get me started about my tomato sauce
MAN

2) Funny

Jane has gone fishing I hear
Best of luck there my dear
Off to catch Sibs they say
Who seems to have gone mightily astray

3) Formed

Seagulls wheel above
An ocean that rocks and sways
Perfect picture book

4) Country/State/Town

I used to love to fossick around Castlemaine
For bits and bobs
Antiques of old
Door knobs
Brass nit knacks
Tools not made anymore
Made form real steel
Study and made to last
They don't make them that way anymore
Now they're made like us
Disposable

5) 30 - 35 Syllables

Love was a witch that caught me
Held my throat and throttled me
God her grip was tight
Though she'd never let me go
But I beat that bitch
Now I'm alone

6) Religion

Watch over her my friend
Watch her in the cool of the night
The warm of the day
Guide her steps as she walks through live
Her is my heart my future
She is my blood my soul and my life
She is my reason for living
So look down on my daughter
My god
I trust you with her care

7) Special occasion

It was Wallace's birthday
A very special occasion
And I had invited a very special guest
Mr Wensleydale
Of Wensleydale cheese
Who makes that soft gooey gold
A surprise in the making

8) Wildcard

I'm off to see the Wizard
The wonderful Wizard of Bunning's
He's full of handy tools
Square nuts and round bolts
It's my little slice of heaven every week
As I get lost in the aisles
Looking at this, touching that
So when I'm down or feeling flat
Bunning's where I'm at

1. Sense

As I hear her soft moans
I smile knowing I'm doing
my job right,
She screams my name as she climaxs
trembling
I kiss her lips and walk away
One down a thousand to go...

2. Funny

She's the one that loves sex
She even does guys who's names are Max
It's ironic because she's a lady in
disguise
Who can't stand her old fart of a husband
So she'll do those who aren't older than forty

3) Formed

Seer of malice
Extruciating pain in heartbreak
Xtracts mortals from true life

4) Country/State/Town

I'm not picky I'll do anyone
Even across the state line
From Texas to Canada
I don't mind
Since I'm a jugglet for life!

5) 30 - 35 Syllables

She'll suck you dry
A succubus she is
You'll die with a smile
And you'll think
O yeah I died in a great way

She'll see your corpse
And think I'll need to feed again
Damn mortals

6) Religion

Heavenly Father I have sinned
Today alone I've done
more than one person
I'm so ashamed I'm a disappointment
to you
I can't seem to control my urges
I'm sorry
Amen

7) Special occasion

Today is the day I'll be a maiden no longer
My body shall become a woman's
In my husband's hands
I'm glad he's going to make me a woman
Not a little girl anymore

8) Wildcard

I wrote about sex
It's a dreadful thing
Many have desired me
But I couldn't careless
I know one day I'll get used
To the idea of sex
But till then I'll be cautious of it

1.) sensory

Today I laid out in the sun
until my skin was dry and red,
I drank a gin and tonic fast,
and stood gingerly in an empty lot.
And while I stood and looked around
I saw a seagull in the sky.

He swooped and soared
and landed hard, and all the while
I wished that I could fly.

2.) funny

If I wanted to make a poem funny,
I'd tell it to be a shark,
then shove it in a chicken suit
and make it do the rumba.

3.) formed

Forms are hard, I don't like trying to
*usher my words into something straight, I like
chaotic mish mash strumpet poems that
kick their muddy boots off on the carpet.

4.) country/state/town

The people mobbed the streets today,
a lethargic stream of heads rolling
from shop to shop and window to window,
coffees bobbing in the waves
dogfish swimming from their
I <3 Rockport leashes.

5.) 30-35 syllables

A fitful, frumpy summer where
Flip flops flip and flop about
and fabled flab from floaty shirts falls out
and fingers itch to prick at bitten lumps

6.) religion

If I were a god,
I'd laugh a lot,
and all the people
would stop and stare
as the sky rained goats
who winked blithely
while a lobster did the can-can
on the street corner.