THE CLUB #3

7.) nature

Tiniest sprouts unfurl
in wicked
jubilation.

8.) double haiku

I do like haikus
with really big words, like this
one that I just wrote:

Abominable
necrobeastiality:
it's not a good thing.

1.) about me

today I didn't brush my hair
I didn't care,
and now I've got a piece of straw
stuck scratching me
behind the ear.

2.) someone else

Abed, abed! Get thee to
a bed, he said
a funny way to say it,
thought fred.

3.) war

Jack hits the table headfirst,
two 8s across the table
weep to leave their home,

but there's no crying in card games.
this is war.

4.) money

this train charges $21
and the free wi-fi
doesn't even work.

sacrilege.

5.) wild

the next article
advertises the shape
of her bum.

what a bummer
to have nothing more to do
than write that.

6.) color and shape

octagonal glasses
tinted red
tell everyone, stop
she's too good
too look you
in the eye.

7.) nature

we all came pushing out
from the same dark wet hole,
it's natural
to be grossed out
by our mothers.

8.) double form (acrostic/haiku)

Lines are long and,
Interestingly,
Not the most
Expressive shapes.

heart beats double time,
frenzied, pulsating, and then
exhales into dark.

1.) about me

I'm patient, contained,
but the lady who won't stop talking
in the seat behind me
is making me want
to kill something.

2.) someone else

She's a sucker
for silvershoes,
she likes how they shimmer
when she shimmies her feet
to the shamrock jive.

3.) war

War poems
make me uncomfortable.
Not because I shy from violence
but because
I have no footholds in this topic,
and writing as if I do
feels violently disrespectful
to those who do.

4.) money/sports

Now the annoying lady
talks about swimming
suddenly,
i hate swimming.

5.) wild

the clouds are creeping
across the sky,
trying
to pull the wool over our eyes,
so to speak.

6.) color/shape

I woke this morning
to the soft round
taste
of melted butter
seeping into
golden pancakes.

7.) nature

The leaves
shuffle
a windy jazz
dance,
and everyone's
green with envy.

8.) double form

Victorious, they took to the
ice, and raising their swords like
kings, screamed across the
idle ground, a head here, a knee
nicked there, a large sack stuffed with
gold trinkets on their backs.

Ho, they cried, alighting at a rocky hill,
over the distance, the could see
a range of tiny houses which conjured
recognition of the family they fought for,
died for even, if needed.

1.) about me

I have eyes, a nose,
two lips and
a cat curled up
around my neck.

2.) pnq'er

Everyone has their
dark secrets, the ones
they keep locked
in the wardrobe,
hidden under the
underwear they never wear.
Mine is just more dark underwear.

3.) war

I'll give you a sheep
if you give me a brick,
and if you don't
I'll set this weird grey robber
on your ore and
then, yes then we'll see
who's powerful.

4.) sports

I remember the curly haired boy
with the nice brown eyes
asked me to come play baseball.
I declined, I didn't know how.
He looked at me with disappointment,
saying, "I always try things
when I don't know how,"
and that was the end
of our romance.

5.) wild

what, oh what on earth is a duck?
why doesn't it speak, why doesn't it cluck,
it just sort of ducks it's head in the muck
and sucks and sucks and sucks and sucks.

6.) color/shape

She wore a tiny princess dress,
seafoam green and smudged
with mud from all the battles
she fought against
imaginary endless blocks
of soldiers.

7.) nature

I always wonder why
we bother planting trees
around parking lots,
where all the trees
that used to stand so tall
were cut and chopped
and burnt away
for cars.

8.) double form

all of the people
ride the train to work and back
a long string of ants.

the train rolls always,
collecting our misery
up and down the coast

1. Must write a poem to yourself, or about yourself

Dear Me

When you stare in the mirror
Why do you see an evil ogre?
You have chubby cheeks that's all
Beautiful eyes though void of emotion
You're too cautious and never give
anything away freely
Your trusting abilities need work but that's
natural
You did lose the one you loved a year ago
What?
You don't see that you're beautiful
Funny because I don't see it either
Yours till eternity
The Voice inside your head

2. Must mention a member's username on this site (active, or inactive) yes, you can use your own.

Midnight soul why so down?
Your gothic hair looks fine
You're not dead yet so smile
I know it's hard to loose twice
Daughter and wife
But hear me out
You WILL survive, stand tall
As you will one day see someone fall
And that person will be the one
who took
The owners of your heart

3. War

Light and dark preparing
their weapons
None will win they're evenly matched
But who cares just as long
as blood is spilled?
Innocent lives thrown away on
a damn argument
What a shame o well
Let the war begin!

4. Poem must mention money, or a type of sport

Figure skating takes a lot of skill
The ice is a brutal mistress
I once tried it when I was young
Let's just say ice hurt my butt
But it's still beautiful to watch

5. Wild card

She nearly reached eighty
Her life was a pure hell
Had an abusive husband
for a long while
Bore thirteen kids
He beat her up
But women back then
couldn't speak up
Her mother tried to help as best
as she could
But that "kindness" was shallow
Mother didn't help much
She gave her shelter but the next
day she'd be like
"They're taking the mattress away"
Where her and her children were sleeping
Now she's free of him
Twenty years ago he died
I personally would've let the bastard rot
But she and her children chipped in
to bury
A worthless dog

6. must include at least one colour, AND one shape

What a beautiful bleeding heart you have
All slimy red
Must have hurt to have been stabbed
But that's what you get for hurting
a dame
To the point you left her for dead

7. Nature

Frost is skidding along
the bare twigs to
crash against the windowpanes.
The wind is heavy against my neck,
as I elbow through the crowd,
my boots soaked in the frozenness
of the icicle-covered pavements
and I'm shivering.

8. Double form

The battery is
low, like two percent
or something, so this

lazily written poem will be
of course my last one for now.
Well, I'm screwed.

1. Must write a poem to yourself, or about yourself

There's nothing in me but
a woman waiting.
Waiting for the world
to erupt with love,
for god to emerge out
of this debris, for warplanes to stop
shattering their ways
through frail hearts.

2. Must mention a member's username.

Baby, this isn't a rainbow.
It's the fucking oil you just spilt,
mirroring the sunlight.

3. War

No invader will ever
scorch the scent of your hands
off my skin

4. Money/Sport

I'm writing poems and
writing poems and
it feels like running on a treadmill
I'm still in my place

5. Wild card

Three hours of scrupling
and doing experiments and looking
at the clock with impatience
and anxiety.
I feel like hurrying to the door
for some fresh air.
I can't wait for my lunch break.
And no this isn't a poem.

6. one colour/one shape

A red, round apple
is sitting on my desk.
It's so tempting
and it's not mine.
One bite won't hurt anyone.