THE CLUB - #1

7.) special occasion

She had radiant rolls that hid her frame,
A boundless sea of food and comfort,
and she liked how the fat felt
when she held it in her hands.
But they cut her stomach right out of her,
They cut it and diced it and threw it away,
Now her rolls are all gone,
and what meat's on her bones
can't be held, can't be cradled, or loved.

8.) wild

Why do eyebrows grow on skin?
I want eyebrows that grow thick and dark
straight from my eyes,
so when I blink, my hairy eyeballs
shock and delight
the world.

1.) sensory

Her glowing eyes
see all, know all, but mostly
they know that your lap is empty
and not nearly fur-covered

enough.

2.) funny

Snip, snap, the kitty slapped
me right across the face.
Her claws were in, her teeth just grinned,
she purred and spun
and left me feeling utterly
confused.

3.) formed

Catnip. Catnip. Caaatnip
and
tantalizing mice.

4.) country/state/town

In New York, the cats stare
out high rise windows
and imagine the tiny people below
are simply obnoxious ants
for the eating,
not far, really, from the truth.

5.) syllables

The tail whipped swift across the floor
the dog, a drooling mess,
ached to know the flavor
of the special fuzzy toy
above the cat's scent factory.

6.) religion

I would go to church, if, as the story went,
the cats gave Moses a scratching post
and he split the red sea to spare their fuzzy bellies
the cold reality of the place
where all that delicious cod came from.

7.) special occasion

My bedroom smelled a little stale,
and so I knelt and crawled around,
seeking out the source.
And there, a small heap beneath my bed,
a silky pile, mewling, wet,
a sweet soft mass of kittens
ripe for the keeping.

8.) wild

Sauntering down the hallway
is a queen whose frantic hairdays
result in frantic hairballs
coughed elegantly out onto the carpet
like the most delicious of pate.

1.) sensory

I like watching fans
and imagining that the constant
air is slowly drying the wet
coating on my eyes.

2.) funny

My brother said the ocean
was nothing but a puddle.
Well, I laughed.

3.) formed

Fickle, feeble minded fool
You've got me maddened, fully
Exasperated with your ramblings.

4.) place

I see Canada drenched in brown,
a thick sweet maple
haze of mystery,
a swizzle stick
twizzles by Quebec.

5.) syllables

Hop scotch, butter scotch
bumble, bramble, honey whiskey,
Honeybun and sticky bun and
sticks stuck to your feet.
These words feel good.

6.) religion

I don't know why,
But the red dot pressed
To my forehead
made me feel adorned,
not lovely
but as if I was held in the palm
of something richer
and greater.

7.) special

In the rickety stacks I found my heart,
a brown leather string
that once held back a barbie's hair,
not special for it's purpose,
but miraculous
because I didn't remember it before.

8.) wild

The sweet cold plop,
The whizzing flurry
As the bubbles race
To eat the cream,
the straw, racing
From cup to tongue,
the fleeting pleasure
Of a rootbeer float.

1.) sensory

The raging sting of sunburnt skin
feels to me like a warming sun
bronzing my epidermis from within.

2.) funny?

There once was a poet who wrote really fast
he tittered and twittered and posted and ate,
and in all of that time, it never passed
that they managed to snag so much as a date.

3.) formed

Do not cross, the warning says.
Abutting this structure is a
Non-functional
Gurgling
Elephant on the
Rampage.

4.) place

The scub pines come short and stiff on Cape,
the trees sipping what little water they can
from the acidic beach sand
where tourists tossed their beer.

5.) syllables

I like words that nestle in blankets,
or that sit on tongues unspoken because
they taste too sweet to spill into the air.
Mellifluous.

6.) religion

The hearty thrall and husky drawl of gospel draws me in
For who can help but taste sweet joy
When a choir starts to sing?

7.) special

The sharp red pull is enough to leave me a jumbled mess
wishing that the tooth fairy paid
in morphine,

not nickels.

8.) wild

He picks a stone to skip
across the water's silver sheen,
But as he moves to shoot it out
he catches just a hint of gleam,
and pockets it instead.

1) Sense

My club smells of salt, polished wood, turned pages,
and seagull excrement.
You can sometimes see us, standing on our worn-in vessel,
shoulders side to side,
determined eyes cast toward a blinding sun.
You can hear our cackles, cries, and songs of silence
carried to the shores on thick, homeward winds.
You can taste the sweat from tiresome backs
as we push our oars through
wordy waters.

We've sailed for years, surely, and always sure.
We can feel the thread that binds us, and
we honor the grit of friends.

2) Funny

There was a lass named Moria
As earthy as Queen Victoria
Though new to our club
She hopped into our tub
So we renamed you Fantasmagoria

3) Formed

Apples on my tree
Are red but full of small holes
They're food for moths

4) Country/State/Town

In the weekend I died
My team, my precious team lost
The Christchurch Crusaders whom I bow down before
Lost by one point
One point that's all it was
But that point ripped my heart out
And left it lying on the floor before my TV
Withered and torn
So full of scorn
God another 12 months to get it back

5) 30 - 35 Syllables

The pirate ship ghosted into the harbour
Forty cannon at the ready
Crew with cutlass and musket at hand
Go ma hearty dogs

6) Religion

She popped a tab
Strode to the glass stained window
The crowd surged to get a glimpse
But she was well hidden
Her habit saw to that
She wasn't ready for this
First waiting for the headache to abate
Drawing a deep breath
She unlatched to door to confront the masses
They fell to their knees
As the blood flowed from her open palms

7) Special occasion

Without pickled pork it's never the same
And no one can cook it like dad
Then there's crystallised ginger
Set out with the peanuts and minced pies
The lilies flood the room with a deep aroma
These smells mix and fill my senses
Its Christmas once more

8) Wildcard formed haiku

On the beach it lay
Seaweed cracking in the sun
Washed clean by morning

1) Sensory

We moored our boat in our secret cove
As we looked in glee at our plunder
Cutlass's still in hand
The prize was ours
The poetry challenge cup
The other clubs they did chunder
Al shinny all new, a polished wonder

Behind Atlantis bubbled to the surface
Encased in gold and glitter
We stepped a shore
Lets get down and dirty

PROMPT CHANGE. PLEASE USE YOUR NEW PROMPTS AS OF NOW

1) Must mention ONE animal AND ONE NUMBER

Where the hell is Cheltenham
Turn left at Scotland go through Ireland
And across the North Atlantic
Head south west through Mexico
Run with the bulls
Have a cup of tea at Fiji or Samoa
Bang into Australia
Head south to Victoria and Melbourne
Head Bayside
Cross 1452 Neapean Hwy
And your pretty much there

2) Wild card Formed haiku

Sailing the oceans
Pirate ships of old did scorn
Winged Albatross

3. Life

Two scars are all that's left.
Two bright, brave rows
carved across the chest
that heaves now without
the bosom, but beats on
without the poison.

4. Club name

In Eden, nakedness was as
ordinary as trees and moonlight,
but in a world of nothing but
nature and purity, it was only
after the fruit was eaten that
Adam found Eve's fig-covered
apples arousing.