[kami] some are fragments
tword pete
several stumbled false starts
in search of something
beyond romantic angst…
(first, a chilling splash of White):
Simple autumn vignettes
of slip’n’slide and popsicles
purple-stained lips, little and laughing,
vicarious jollity and peace--
fleeting summer fragments
cradled in a soldier’s almanac:
“coldwar fever rising on ebolan heatwave,
cooled by high-pressure crash
to herald an early fall”
much too confusing, heady bullshit
would likely be a mess.
Next, tried out a limerick
(filthy poetry for kids):
“there was a player from erep
yadda so-and-so…buncha crap”
couldn’t get a rhyme rolling
on puns worth half a laugh.
Thought about a war epic
(pandering to homefield crowd)
bloody and valiant
no historical allusions,
just patriots and gore:
“down dusty steppe, roaring tanks
cannon-cleave the enemy ranks”
Such artifice and pride
better left to laureates,
those chest-thumping homers,
broken hectors eulogized.
Hoping for inspiration,
you listen to advice:
“write what you know”
or
“listen to your heart”
but when you do,
this is what you get.
Comments
I miss the two-word schtick
Character growth.
150 word minimum...
75 lines, ouaf!
There once was a player name pete
Who wanted to write something neat
With much perspiration
He found inspiration
And wrote an ode to a blank sheet
unflilthy limerick
add "schtick"
rhymes with...
Tword Pete's nickname is Big Dick
Cause he has an unsually large prick
It won't fit in his drawers
So he leaves it outdoors
Whoops I forgot to use the word schtick
Limerick #1: 92%
Limerick #2: 67%
you win!
peter pikey picked a fight
with a pack of pickled peckers.
if a pickled pikey picked a fight,
how many peckers could that pikey kick.
meh, #1limerick triumphs
o7
Intresting poem...cool!
Good shit