Thread: Write a poem

It was reading Voodoo's "Narcissique" and then writing "Those who can do, those who can't become mentors" that inspired it.
Write a poem about, or using, other members of the site.

Post here without favour or fear
Using names like Ilasir's
Or you may find it easy
Using others like Eiji
You may do better avoiding largely
Complicated ones like Tunsinagi
And find you have a goer
In something simple like Maroa
But try to avoid the awful doggerel
Like this in the style of William McGonagoll.

Danny directing his words to stand
his lines to sit, pushing around his
props and prose in order to fit
polishing his glasses and hands
(never chucking a snit, he's not
like that, our Dan) but snitting
a snot when we're not up
to his scratch. Then when all
is done and said giving us stuff
that tingles or clutches at parts
of us we thought so tough. Then
moving off stage and watching
our praise and hard crits
fall on the boards of his place of art
he smiles and walks off into
some cliché place like a sunset
and I've run out of steam.....

luv ya Danny

Someone else on the chopping block soon
may even come back and finish this bit of nonsense.



PS warning to all wannabes - if wish to write like this; don't edit, write straight to the thread, don't speall check, have no regards for any poetic device. HAVE FUN. huni

If I remember rightly he's a drama teacher, right?which makes the beginning doubly appropriate, and the praise falling on the boards.
Not sure about the snitting and snotting, unfamiliar colloquialism I guess.
I like the way you take familiar phrases land tweak them
Polishing his glasses and hands
Walks off into some cliche place like a sunset
I like twisting quotes, Eiji gave it some posh name I can't remember the other day, one of my favourite tools is The International Thesaurus of Quotations, it's good to be able to look up subjects.
I also think Danny is excellent.

Eiji Haiku

Seasons, fragments caught
Eiji Tunsinagi writes
life’s surreal scenes

Acrostic Gallery

A pale gallery
With clear transparent visions
Etched in cynic blood

like a tugged earing,
painful trimmings cut
from the masquerade.
Pale Gallery scratches
wild words into forms
unhindered by tradition,
spewed with discourteous
charm, torn from bent
bones and flexed sinew,
raw, the slack flesh
from a corpse of biting words

Originally Posted by Baron

Eiji Haiku

Seasons, fragments caught
Eiji Tunsinagi writes
life’s surreal scenes

Awesome Baron.

A Baron Haiku

poetic moment:
Baron stands among the trees
maybe drops his pen

With all of these inspired and inspiring tributes,
I naturally opted to go the other way ...

(with apologies to Lewis Carroll)

T’was Autumn and the Amber Leaf
did dance delight around Lote-Tree
Oh dannyboy calls pipes to grief
and the Baron hunts Foxee

Amadeus slipped an Edgewise chord
to vangoghsear and did Pete_C
the Olly Buckle was mentored
before the Pale Gallery

‘Neath Uluru and opal skies
did Eiji Tunsinagi
feast the Rock's glow as time flies
with apple and wild huni

The Grimsby bard Azmakna sighed,
“I do ms. vodka in cases lower”,
a Mermaid on the breakwater
replied, “Ilasir Maroa.”

Thank you everybody for your contributions, I am impressed with the variety and with the way people have stepped outside the box of their usual forms. It is very late and I am very tired but it will be a pleasure to return to this.

Frail Parody: A Smorgusboard of Flattery

moved to Poetry, as it's not an actual entry.

I keep coming back and find little to say beyond "Wow". Ilasir I especially liked acrostic gallery, very restrained for you and spot on. But I hate to pick out anything, this is all great, I am glad I had this thought.

Originally Posted by Ilasir Maroa

"What'd you eat that tastes so bad
And makes your lips purse so?"
"Why nothing but a sour Cran-berry
As sweet as a grindylow..

you're the first to acknowledge my bad taste ...
well done ...


I'm always surprised (and often amused)
when I come across someone
lauding the benefits
of my berry juice ...

-oh its about those writers...meh...this works for them in genral-
if only i knew,
if they booed
or if they cheered
those writers that i revere
i want to learn
its what i yearn
and i feel
its part of a wheel
this is where i begin
maybe its a battle for us all to win

I was looking through here and realised that all our poems are about poets, how incestuous are we? That was not in the original remit or I would have posted in poetry. So here goes.

Poem to Foxee

Being Mum and partner full time
Juggling one, two things at a time
Probably three, and still finding time
Free
Just a moment to spare
To post a quick line here and there
Smooth ruffled hair
Appeal
To the calm meditation
Of the administration
For power of action
Coping
Under limited circumstances
With kids in walking trances
Between posters taking stances
Or vice versa
We know it isn’t easy
And life can be busy.

Ms Vodka

Presented with silence and despair
Did not agree to living there
The pendulum swings regularly
Between extremes, tick, tock
Until
Erratic creeps into the system
Becoming a Jason Pollock
Bucket of luminous colour
Spattering the canvas
With foreseen images, derived
From intimate experience.

Who would expect a result
So precise, peculiar and personal

I use peculiar in the sense of “particular to” rather than strange, I know, it’s another poet, I am considering the ballad of the backward ox but I am not sure if I’m up to it, any other suggestions?