THE CLUB #2

1) number and animal

I have one cat
Well not my cat
Belongs to my daughter
Round her neck a little bell
Skittery as all hell

2) wildcard

Nicko is struggling here
In fact he has writers cramp
Continually looking for inspiration
Kicking FOP's arse is not easy
OMG they posted another

3) Life

Getting old is not pretty you know
Have you enough money in the bank
Is my health going to last a few more years
Will my kids help out
Everything is falling off
Old age is brutal

4) club name

The club
Sits at the top
Top of my list
From pirates
To three breasted ladies
We are the best
Invincible

5) formed poetry

Sing a song for me
Include great lyrics
Nice beginning
Great ending, poetry

6) Drugs

Lucy sat alone on a cloud,
battered and bruised
by the hard shards
of diamonds that never ceased
to rain all over her.

7) 10 lines

Johnny had to write
"I will not write crap poetry again"
ten times
in white chalk
that squeaked its way
across the blackboard
while the rest of his class
chanted the count to ten,
smirking at the waste
of time and chalk.

8. Simile/metaphor

You say she poured her heart out
and I imagine the lost babies,
harsh words, birthdays, lovers,
victories and music come splashing out
with sludge and blood from
the aorta into the bowl-like vessel
of your head.

1. Number and animal

I like to think that dinosaurs
were hot pinks and fluoro greens in colour,
their feathers waving like a Mardis Gras
as they hunted for the ancient
mammals that would evolve into
the new, drab leaders of the world
many million years later.

2) wildcard

Bobby our mad pet dog
Originally a working dog
But then our pet
Bloody crazy animal
You couldn't train it in any way

3) Life

Life in Ashburton
As kids it was great
Family, cousins
Everybody near
One big happy community
As you grow everybody drifts away
Lives separate lives
That's the way it is now
Even for kids
So much is missed
This social experiment

4) club name

M&MS sounds like a lolly
A pack of M&M's please
So what colours do this club come in
Red yellow and blue
My favourite is Black
But just get in the bowl
No you get in the bowl

5) formed poetry

Lollies for the kids
Orange for Will
Lemon for sally
Liquorice for Pete
Yellow for Nicko

6) Drugs

Drambuie nectar of the gods
It flows down the throat
Smooth and viscous
but with a punch that can stop a mule
To be savoured
not guzzled and wasted

7) 10 - 13 lines

The long and winding road
Leads past my door
Never stopping
Forever onwards it trudges
Mile after long mile
10 miles wide
More than 13 miles long
And this is day two
How many days must we endure
God not another five
save me

8. Must include a metaphor or similie

I stood out like a sore thumb
like a prick at a wedding
This is not poetry they yelled
This is crap
absolute shit
You call yourself a poet they yelled
No I've never called myself that

1) number and animal

Had lots of dogs as kids
But there was this one dog
He was special
Found him in a crematorium
I kid you not
My brother named him Nick
After me cause I gave him to him
If you get what I mean
He could bloody near talk that dog
Talk like me

2. Wild Card (senryu)

He looks at me, stern
Almost cold- do I know him?
Stranger on the train

3. category : Life

We are born, mashed up,
reborn, reformed,
stretched like leather,
scorched, tended, stepped on,
then we return.

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

There was a young club they called Fop
that wrote very fast without slop
A sad thing, we did brawl
For at last, they did fall
The club won it and Fop made a flop

5. Formed poem (excluding haiku/senryu)

Abby
wrote a
triangle and
it was the very
best formed poem.
I do not want
to copy her-
If I do,
sorry

6. Alcohol or Drugs

Single syllable

I got high to write
a bit of truth,
but what I got was dull
and what I wrote
was line and line then line
of words, not thoughts,
each less than the last

7. 10-13 lines

I became used to the banging
to the endless noise
and invisible silence
I became used to the foot tapping
and finger ticking
I became used to the hand patting
and tongue clicking
I became used to these things,
through gritted teeth and jaw-clenched
because loving a drummer is loud.

8. Must include a metaphor or similie

I loved you when you were a lion,
laying languid under the hot sun.
Beautiful. Fierce. Gentle as a lamb.
I loved you still when you were a sloth,
hanging casually from a bough.
Slow, steady. Unassuming.
I even loved you as a hippopotamus,
plowing through the muddy waters.
Comical. Heavy. Dangerous as a bear-trap
when provoked.
I no longer loved you as a crocodile,
snake eyes glinting above a slick, black lake.
False. Lethal. Unpredictable.
You were terrible in archaic beauty
as you clenched me in your claws - bones breaking -
and gnashed into my flesh.

1. Must mention ONE animal AND ONE NUMBER

Two cats and one dog-
who wins?

The three lay curled in the backseat,
one cat on Sheeva's rump;
one with hindlegs dangling over Sheeva's face
like a bride's veil.

2. Wild Card

In suburbia,
the cars are washed on Sundays,
the crazy lady lives in the corner of the road,
and from each rectangular plot of land
comes the hum of unalarmed activity,
the quiet comfort of no surprises.

3. category : Life

I saw life's swarm within the bird.
Its body, once used to
propel it to the skies,
now lay quiet and still
except for the faint buzz and wriggle
of maggots and flees.

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

Like the flowing river,
I cut a path through the landscape,
swollen with life's excrement
and waiting to be tossed about
in an unknown vastness.

5. Formed poem (excluding haiku/senryu)

Terse Verse

What do you call something from a Scottish Highland cow?
Hairy Dairy

6) Drugs

If you're on LSD
you could be up a tree
not be able to count to three
but buzz about like a bee
Probable wear a goatee
certainly not a draftee
even just struggle to have a pee

7) 10 - 13 lines

One type of poem is rhyme
if you have the time
and are willing to climb
not get covered in slime
or stop for a mime
if it were a colour
It would be lime
or a bell that would chime
but I'm still in my prime
but who gives a dime

8. Must include a metaphor or similie

the mouse was as bold as brass
as he stole the cookie from the cookie jar
jumped in his convertible red car
and drove off like a gofer

1) number and animal

Three mice lived in my roof
A black one
A white one
and yes you guessed it
A black and white one
The black one had a bit of Shite on
And the hairs on its dicky die doe
Hung down to its knees

2) wildcard

Fob sounds like Flop
That clubs for the chop
That's if we have our way
Then for us life will be gay
just need all out team to come out and play

3) Life

Life can be short or long
We can be weak or strong
As kids time is to slow
But the faster we grow
We wish it to slow down
then grow old with a frown

4) Club name

LTFR
Going up ?
Sounds like a button you would push
In a lift or such
Or make a LTFR turn here please
WTF is LTFR stand for
a club
a poetry club well FM

5) formed poetry

Masters of escape
Industrious little critters
Cute to some scary to others
excitably toys

6 - Alcohol or drugs

Alcohol is unallowed here
because it's one of those things
that make you forget your pain

7 - 10-13 lines

The sky today is livid
and stormy and sad. There's a
silly ditty about the army blaring
on the TV and squeaking my
ears, just because
you love your homeland.
There's no power, no lights,
only the dimness peeking through
the curtains, and I feel like
making love to you, right here
right now, but you're so busy
watching the news

8 - Must include a metaphor or a simile

Haiku

You're a needle that
hurts my skin without ever
leaving a clear wound

1 - Must include an animal AND one number:

a haiku

Abby is one proud
Arabian horse, galloping
with her head held high.