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Poetry Game!
June 2023 Edition:
The rules are as follows: Write an eleven line poem. Each respective line includes, but is not limited to, the following in order:
1. Must start with the word: Within
2. Poppies
3. A lark
4. Must start with: I
5. Free line, use however you like
6. A number
7. Something that refers to aviation
8. Any mythological creature
9. Any of the Seven Sins
10. Free line, use however you like
11. Repeat line 4
Have fun!
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Inflamed
Within the gates I grew up
A stone's throw from a field of poppies
On a late spring lark I picked an armful
I never will again see red so vibrant
Thought they might lull monsters under the bed
Thousands of blooms wouldn't be enough
To keep paper planes from Godzilla's grasp
And the cockatrice from creeping in
Calling me a glutton for punishment
But I held fast to innocence...what good that did
I never will again see red so vibrant
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June
Within minutes the train had come and gone.
A field of poppies, heaving with memory,
and a startled lark - all that remained of the machine.
I’d forgotten my watch.
I’d slipped once more into deja vu.
I’d counted to infinity and stopped at one.
I’d scattered feathers on the stage of planets
and splayed sphinx-like across the sky,
the envy of the stagnant fields, the rails, the earthbound birds.
I’d skipped sunrise. I’d missed the train.
I’d forgotten my watch.
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Pride Flies (Out Loud)
within dark catacombs of a lost soul
showy poppies of hope grow
an unheard songbird; a lark takes flight
I know the night, I am the starlight,
she cries out loud, with a haunting sound
surrounded by the 777 of angels calling
like a dove to love, she takes to her wings
immortal as a Phoenix, she is rising
with a lust for life, she flies with pride
ego and greed behind, she cries;
I know the night, I am the starlight
☆☆☆☆☆
©️ @followcb ☆ June 11, 2023
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cult
your name, please
spear, and ash
in the death jar
where god’s love abides
screaming—exalt me
no
flee—exhale
remove the veil
and all that entails
—there is no holy grail
\\pomegranatepithos2023
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11 Awkward Lines
Within the bounds of the game I begin to conjure eleven lines
I see the word "poppies" must appear in line number two
But then perversely, on a lark
I ponder its place in the poem
And I’’m instantly inspired to innovate:
Twelve!
To be transported there by metaphorical balloon
But the effort turns out to be hopeless, like Sisyphus with his rock
It’s better to surrender my pride and the renegade line
And return to the original rules of the game
I ponder its place in the poem
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Within vivid reveries
Where the poppies lie flat in genuflection,
Prostrate to the overflying lark, panicked,
I shall wait for thee.
Within the soil, shelled
By a million projectiles, flung by life itself,
I shall hide my wings for thee.
Malformed chimera, I —
Strung together by greed, wrath, and pride;
Repulsive, save for seen through your eyes.
I shall wait for thee.
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26-6-2023, M.A. Tempels ©
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Thunder in the meadow
Within an endless afternoon imagining
dashing through fields of poppies, seen
only by a sleepy owl and rambunctious lark,
I barely notice time but for a growing chill.
Dreams feel more real than not anymore
after half a century of feeling a call
to flight amongst lengthening air currents,
perhaps at the behest of Taranis
whose wrath drew a wheel across the sky
before a cooling rain fed a burnt meadow.
I barely notice time but for a growing chill.
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Poetry Game!
January 2023 Edition:
The rules are as follows: Write an eleven line poem. Each respective line includes, but is not limited to, the following in order:
1. A body of water
2. A dive
3. Any shade of blue
4. Sensory line (underwater)
5. Sensory line (underwater)
6. Free line, use however you like
7. Anything partaking to the heart
8. Any constellation
9. Any synonym to 'falling'
10. Free line, use however you like
11. Line 3's shade of blue
Have fun!
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What memory would you keep?
In the arms of a weeping willow
Would you bleed where the poppies bloom?
Aching, agape, the shape loses its clarity
Just light and sound and fading ink—
Lost
A susurrus sighing, a rustle of branches
A Polaroid picture left in the sun
A battle for hope that couldn't be won
The book is closed, the story is done
Another treasure I've lost
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Indigo Blues
Glimpsing the lady of the lake
Take a smooth swan dive
Into the indigo of wasted tears
Murky vision sand gritting
Algae tossed surface sun dappled
Dreams of floating far from
Where we are--love, or acute angina
Anchoring in place like Andromeda
When we long to tumble headlong
Into unknown waves...let's
Indigo away
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Nostalgia
Do you still visit our place in your mind?
The yew tree that paints shadows on the ground
where we buried the poems of us
that lingered between eros and agape
I feel you chuckle, why not just call it
love
that howls on and on and haunts me
it has the form of your face, I bet
it still sings the cadavers of lyrics vivaciously
I only wanted you to know simply that
When I think of love I visit our place in the shadows of the yew tree
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Within the field of scarlet
poppies' bloom,
A lark's sweet melody cuts through the gloom.
I, an explorer, seek what lies untold,
Venturing where no footsteps yet have strolled.
Amidst the expanse of seven skies,
seven planes soar,
and a phoenix takes flight, reborn from the fire.
Within my heart, the sin of envy creeps,
But through self-awareness, compassion seeps.
I, an explorer, seek what lies untold.
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The Right Word
Within the right word
Lives a field of bright poppies
Blanketed by a song of the swooner lark
And I know you hear it too
So say the word like silk
For only two can sail up high
On the whispering wings of serendipity
It was the only word of the elementals
Longer-lived than divine pride
Stronger-still than god itself
And I know you hear it too
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