THE CLUB #2

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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

2 - Wild card

She jumped out
of the bed, already ready
to see him, with
butterflies in her stomach.

She washed her face twice,
brushed her teeth twice,
played with the curls of her hair,
indulged her eyelids with
kohl and went out.
She walked fast, biting her
lower lip, cracking her knuckles,
and checking on the car mirrors if
her mascara needs fixing,
every ten seconds.
She crossed
the roadblocks, passed the old
city narrow paths
and prayed that he'll be there
sitting on the same bench.

She arrived and he wasn't there.
She waited for him for half an hour,
for a whole day,
a month,
she's still waiting and

he hasn't showed up yet.

3. Category: Life

And here I sit, thinking
of a poem that could give you
a good idea about life,
my palms cupping my face,
my head searching for answers,
my eyes rolling around,
as life passes me by

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

The Club is a place where you
can be yourself, no matter how dramatic
and eccentric and talkative you are.
Everyone will understand.

5. Formed poem (excluding haiku/senryu)

A formed poem without
creativity is what the
rogues might call it.
Oh, but I know better than to
slander what small,
tender hues hide
in the confines of an acrostic's
cage.

6. Alcohol or Drugs

Red is my color.
The dark red of blood that runs in my veins
and makes me stumble in the dark.
Not made of 4,000 odd components,
breathing life into muscled limbs,
but the fine result of crushed black grapes,
dark skin, and an old oaken barrel.

7. 10-13 lines

The calico stray met the
Haughty tom on the
Inches of a
Railing.
There they stood, unsure if
Ever there was a way around
Each other's mangy hides.
Neither could back up, you see.

Lay, they did, down on the railing
In a fit of feline defeat,
Never looking down to see
Esther, the volatile mutt,
Sizing up her dinner.

8. Must include a metaphor or similie

He was like a cold shower
on an even colder day.
His breath on my neck
raised the hairs on my arms.
Don't imagine he was a stranger,
for I knew him.
I knew him far too well.

1. Must mention ONE animal AND ONE NUMBER

Seven was a devil horse with flames burning in his chest.
He hated humans with a fury, that's why I loved him best.
The master and his trainer thought Seven was possessed.
I tried to tell them many times, poor Seven was distressed.
With patience and a kindness, Seven's hatred was addressed.
He finally let me on his back, and I knew then I was blessed.

2. Wild Card (haiku)

Horses broke the gate
Grass and dust in disarray
Thunder down the hill

3. category : Life

An acorn begins its formation
into the mighty oak
while still dangling from its crown.
Green and hints of brown,
not too soft and not too hard;
a floating seed is best.

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

I have heard of a man who sits in shadows
and waits hours for prey to pass -
a fawn or some small rodent.
He freezes like a statue until a pea-sized, beating heart
rustles in dry grass inches from his toes.
The club raised above his head, blood drained from his arms;
he brings it down in a blur of woody death.
All that is heard then is a dull thud and a
crack.

5. Formed

What is the name of this supposed "poetic form" that asks a stupid question and ends with a two-word rhyming response?
Terse Verse

6. Alcohol or Drugs

We laugh in the woods,
our boots cutting through the crunch
of leaves and frost,
our spirits as high
as eucalyptus trees,
our ziplock bag full
of mushrooms.

7. 10-13 lines

We lie back
and watch the stars.
Constellations
light up
before our eyes,
planets revolve
in the blackness
and outside the
dome of this
planetarium
the sun reaches
its zenith.

8. Must include a metaphor or similie

You cut me
like a knife
like a butterknife
only used for the soft and weak

1. Must mention ONE animal AND ONE NUMBER

I had two goldfish as a child.
One was called Fish, the other Chips.

On Friday night, Dad brought home
some fish and chips for dinner,
wrapped in newspaper, oil, salt
and drizzled in the sweat of a Melbourne summer.
We ate our fill until we found our cat, Simon,

had eaten Fish and Chips as well.

2. Wild Card

In Seville, I watched a flamenco dancer
tie up her hair in a loose bun, only to
see it falling with each
whip of her body,
strand by black strand,
around her glittering face that
stared into some faraway spot in the
darkness above our heads that were filled with the thunder of her feet.

3. category : Life

Two rows of children
walk hand in hand
on their first school excursion
with uniforms washed,
sunhats on and name badges
printed with suns and hearts.
The first thing they see
is an old woman fall over
as she crosses the road
to the pointy church.

4. Must include the words of a club name on this site

I try to write but all I give
are fragments of poetry,
little seeds of thought that
will never grow, never nourish,
will remain forever stunted
with competition.

5. Formed

This is not free
so this formed
I'm sure you'll agree
that this is wrong
but if you're like me
it won't be long
before you'll be
talkin' 'bout schlongs.

6. Alcohol or Drugs

We all watch the drunken man
leaning, leaning, leaning
against a low fence
that never turns up.

7) 10-13 lines

This slow death; invisible hand
pushes the lungs down, down,
beneath the water's level.
Cells split. Cells grow. Cells die.
I never longed to hear: "Remission,"
but the word feels like a warm bath.
"Malignant," is just one way of saying,
"Your workdays are being cut."

I pictured my exit as exhausted glory,
skidding into the ground with skin
barely hanging from my bones.
"Being old," they call it,
but I don't think I'll see it now.

8. Must include a metaphor or similie

If I wanted to be "normal"
I'd be screwed as f***
Since I wasn't born that way
Insane is my family and so am I

1.) Animal and number

The little black ant
accidentally scuffed
one shiny red shoe...
all he could picture
was his mother's
little black pincers
snapping open
and closed
in exasperation.

2.) wild

The rain comes hard
against the glass,
Each drop a wailing
child born from the sky.

3.) life

In its crescent shell,
the velveteen snail
cradles it's heart
where no slippery
sea-soaked
grabbing hands
might reach it.

4.) club poem (THE CLUB)

Grud picked up the club
and cut off his uncle's arm,
and while the neighbors ran for the police,
he knelt awhile,
gently unfurling the wilted fingers
and pressing the broken palm
against his own.

5.) Formed

Tonight, my father's rosy cheeks
Alight with the pleasure of sweet
Beer and good company, nothing more or
Less than us two grown kids, a wife, and the
Enthralled laughter of family.

6.) drunk poem

It's the spinning twinkling winking
of the orange glow above me
and the rough terrainious satin
of the black, black tar below
that has got me rocking up and down,
awash in all the senses of the night.

7.) 13

This
poem
could
live,
but
counting
took
the
Breath
right
Out
Of
it.

8.) simile

As bitter as a stunted pine,
my summer stretched and sought
a better life, alas
it stuttered to a halt
among the metropolitan
elite.

1.) number and animal

Twice the two tandem
moths flitted by the window,
a flittered orbiting cadence
of soft paper wings
caught in the solitary glow
of our back porch light.

2.) wild

I like bikes with sticks
caught in their spokes
that click a snappy riff
as peddles push
and streamers
swish, swish, swish.

3.) life

The woven weaves
of sap trails left in the floorboards
tell a cold story
of a pine that lived, once
among a grove of ravished,
bug strewn brothers.

4.) club name (TC)

Tccccccc, tcchhh, tchhhh, the birds outside
my window creech, they screech and scuttle
all amongst the maple trees, I'd ask them please,
Stop muddling up my morning.

5.) formed

Brother, mine, your
Uninterrupted poking is
Getting me quite upset.

6.) alcohol

She likes her wine
like she likes her saddles,
With grit and chew,
And coarse bags heavy
with thick red grapes.

7.) 13

I watch little girls
dawdle in their princess gowns,
A daisy in one child's hair,
a bracelet on a wrist...
all giggles and twittering,
tattling sighs,
and pig tails
from their mother's hands.
who will tell them
that this world is cruel?
Who will break their tiny hearts,
and offer them charming
when they could have had themselves?

8.) simile

The patter of rain on my window
is like the early morning traipsing
of my dog's clawed paws
outside my bedroom door.