New thread. Send entries to mark.hagen@ic.ac.uk before 20 June.
ENTRY 1
Cold Feet
The squelching squirreled ribald echo chief
Rend the polared dense wipe and ghost tripe
Maybe somebody someday
Mad beyond compare and undermistood in jeans
Umbrella the smoke hole rain killer filler
First to tie a knot then to rip out rot
Second to scathe the wind snot cold drip nosed
Another winter
Another muddy virgin dust soundbite
Locks of gold hair weaving the dog-eared mess
Licked up furball spat out spittle postbox hate mail
Damp puddle-puddle car sound tyre trackdown
Another stupid streetgod in maked up fanfare
Another rolling cloud of thunder stripping air
Pour forth these women in a silk show
No gunshot echoes for hours; and plain to see
These their days forever be
Originally posted by royalchickenThe boy stood on the burning deck.........
New thread. Send entries to mark.hagen@ic.ac.uk before 20 June.
ENTRY 1
Cold Feet
The squelching squirreled ribald echo chief
Rend the polared dense wipe and ghost tripe
Maybe somebody someday
Mad beyond compare and undermistood in jeans
Umbrella the smoke hole rain killer filler
First to tie a knot then to rip out rot
Second to scath ...[text shortened]... n in a silk show
No gunshot echoes for hours; and plain to see
These their days forever be
Did I get the hang of this yet?
ENTRY 2
Evolution
Drawn together, haemophillic lovers
the iron in our blood calls
through layers of tissue
magnetised and lonely, pulling for unity;
for that polar moment of inseperable attraction
The air becomes our blood
it carries the smells and tastes
of sweat and hormones;
fear, excitement, anticipation, urgency, paralysing need
and the overwhelming addiction to emotion
We touch, our molecules learn
our surfaces understand
transmitting the knowledge
of other life, we catalogue and experience
the first new waves of sensation
We taste; the copper and salt
and ammonia and peat
trust and oak and leather and sweat
lust and need and pain and violence
oblivion and chlorine and hate
Kisses are like books
the lips are eyes to read
and the knowledge of each other is borne
on our teeth and tongues and the nerves
of our mouths, each breath a chapter
We are here, present
in the undeniable process of humanity
fulfilling our function; eating
growing, passing on the tricks;
blood will flow and mingle
Entries are due before 20 June? Perhaps you should consider extending the deadline. I think most rhp poets seem to be a little on the slow side.
Come on people, how difficult is it to write poetry?
Heck, I'm gonna write a poem right now.
Once upon a time
There was a gold mine
Buried up my nose
So I laid the dynamite
And held the tissue tight
But got snot on my clothes
Nevertheless
Amen