Brenda was struggling with chapter three,
Should this be a happy ending,
Or would there be a twist in the tale,
This book was really getting to her,
For the first time in her life,
She really wished!
Started to believe she had fallen in love,
How could she top the mountain experience,
What was up with her,
Why wasn’t her words flowing,
The perfect man would never be hers she thought,
He was only a fictitious character,
Tears began to fall down her face,
She knew everything about this man,
The color of his hair, his dark eyes, his voice,
Stop it, stop it she thought,
Get over it! He’s not real!
Her friend phoned her up,
Asking her on a foursome date,
She wasn’t very interested but the friend persistent,
She went along reluctantly,
Walked up to meet the friends
And was introduced,
She stood there with her mouth opened,
It was him! Her character! Her story,
Her dream man,
She couldn't believe it,
How could this be real,
It's impossible,
He held out his hand,
Took hers and kissed it,
Hello, he said my names, Dave.
18/09/2016
A walk upon dark, icy ground
sends shivers down to bony spine;
spared from the choke of death thus bound,
breath comes whence love and hate entwine.
The count, their lord, doth rise at dusk
to terrorize blanched countryside
His steely eyes slice trembling husk
for drop of life, his brides abide.
The stench of corpse wafts from dead night
like sweet perfume on lover’s nape.
Enchanted by his starless flight,
he beckons with dark-wings of cape.
Then, like the moth to burning flame,
her fervor climbs for fangs drawn near.
a scarlet kiss to seize with shame,
Greed’s appetite expels stored fear.
In harsh rays of the waking dawn,
She curses beast, her longing’s doom.
With conscience breaking charm and brawn,
She lifts wood stake above his tomb.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 1/12/15
for Giorgio's Sketch a Fictitious Character II Contest
*iambic tetrameter
His nostalgic wealth still stinks strongly on him:
The rusted gold on his neck and fingers,
Sliver cap he wears, they vouch for his past;
Lord Gaga was once a fabulous man.
In his fall ,Gaga becomes a dead gaint
And many call him a fallen angel ;
He now has followership in jestry,
They come to laugh at his buffoonery.
His calamity started that same day ,
The very day he raped his two sisters
Who later went to their father's graveyard
And asked the dead to judge accordingly.
First he lost his strenght and his memory
Then fire razed down his farms and his estates
The dead put hate between him and his wives
Who now with their children abandon him.
Today lord Gaga sleeps by the goat side
So everybody comes to learn from him
And when one has the trait of pride they warn :
Lord Gaga was once a fabulous man.
Kayod5
Iambic Pentameter
A fictitious character 2
Dec 20th,2014.
Tattered clobbered thoughts streaming to winged dusts,
spiral spasms tremble amid weary sounds.
The festal moods swing dreary interludes,
visions ache release with defloration--
throaty cries heightens the greedy man's lust.
He longs to possess the murmur of blood
from naked images throbbing desires,
it surges -- tinged to his cerebellum.
Dark libertine drained his desirous juice--
madness stings deep-- displayed to his ardor.
Boorish bashfulness etched into each itch
cracking unto his left to right onslaught.
Finitude fair Venus choked with disgust
as she wriggles, wriggles to free herself!
Her wriggles useless from black libertine...
Pristine Venus fallen-- now wanting death.
©O. E. Guillermo
5:15pm December 05, 2014
Sponsor Giorgio A. V.
Contest Name Structured forms - Iambic verse - Sketch a fictitious character - (Top Gun Poetry)
Placed 6th
Ogedengbe the Agbeogungboro:
Brave hunter that daily tames the forest;
Morning , his dogs feed on lion's bladder,
At noon, his hens feed on heron's bile duct,
At night ,his siblings feed on lion's lap.
Ogedengbe the Agbeogungboro:
Indomitable commander of grove;
He that says there is no fear in jungle,
Except thrillers of egrets and partridge;
Fun! Had their forebears ever stood his wrath?
Ogedengbe the Agbeogungboro:
He killed tiger,lion said I trust me,
He killed the lion and made coat his skin,
His flesh now in his dryer,sun-drying;
Drying for palm wine ,drying for comrades.
Ogedengbe the Agbeogungboro:
I provoke him not,he that provokes him
May have oil for soup but not flesh in it;
I provoke him not,he that provokes him
When we eat the flesh let him pack the bone.
Ogedengbe the Agbeogungboro,
The lion rider,it is him I greet.
(Iambic Pentameter : Sketch a fictitious character.)
name :Kayod5
Nov 11,2014
Klaatu And Gort Together Forever
Alien translation -"Klaatu barada nikto” or “I died. Repair me. Do not retaliate.”
(I said this to my robot Gort)
(From the film: The Day The Earth Stood Still
Film writer: Edmund North)
I guess it worked as here we are
At least in memory
Do they still take diamonds as currency?
Is this New Jersey or some 1951 film?
And does Gort still stand by our saucer with his glowing red eye?
I used to stop time and the Earth on a dime
Machinery and things would cease
It seems like so much has changed
Color is part of life
And everything’s strange
I seem to remember, “The Day The Earth Stood Still.”
Does it still run?
It used to be black and white
The film that is…if I’m right
Klaatu and Gort don’t come from France
As some have suggested
But from the minds of man or alien planet
Here to protect us
Poem by: Earl Schumacker
(Become a Fictitious Character- poetry contest entry)
I’m Huck, and my last name is Finn.
On the great Mississippi I’ve been
playing hooky from school
‘cause there ain’t any rule
that can keep Huckleberry caged in.
I bet that you’ve already read
about the fun life that I’ve led,
how I got a bad foe
that they called Injun Joe
and how me and Tom one time played dead!
I ain’t nothin’ special, just Huck.
In my boyhood forever I’m stuck.
Just one kid needs to look
at the words in Twain’s book
and I’ll stay alive - with any luck!
*My character, of course, is Huckleberry Finn, taken from the novel of the same title, written by a very witty humorist, Samuel Clemens, AKA Mark Twain.
Written 4/20/14 by Andrea Dietrich for the "Become a fictitious character taken from a book (or a movie) ! Free Poetry Contest" of Giorgio A.V.
Now Jack was a man who had seen much
as an army brat he travelled the world
never really making friends at each stop
he slipped into the role of soldier
Soon was made up to major in the Mps
betrayed by his superiors he began to drift
moving from town to town, just a backpack
to his name doing odd jobs here and there
Trouble seemed to find him where ever he was
always ready to help the underdog sort problems
living under the blanket using president's names
foot loose and certainly fancy free with no ties
Looking for him is like looking for a ghost
your best chance is a message left at his bank
and maybe if he is intrigued enough, he may
just look you up and sort out your strife
One thing you should know for sure
is one morning he will be gone on his way
the vista of the blue unknown calling
for now Jack drifts along life's highways
Based on Jack Reacher books by Lee Childs
written by Shadow Hamilton
contest: Become a fictitious character taken from a book (or a movie) !
MP's short for military police
I’ve watched the path of Christian Leeds,
whose feet rejected trails of woe
where loving heart now prays to go.
His eyes look ‘round to meet the need.
This Christian offers help, routine
and censure-free. One who was born
in places known for clever scorn
of those who claim - God can be seen.
Leeds fires a stroke of genius, clear -
with bags stocked well with food and clothes
and toys to boot for young kiddoes.
I’ve heard them ask, “Is Jesus, here?"
On faces knowing emptiness,
the food replaces hunger's stare;
toys and clothes fit a heart that's bare
with help and hope and happiness.
written for Debbie Guzzi's contest, Jesus and Mary for Easter
entered in Giorgio Venuto's contest, Become a Fictitious Character...
Christian Leeds, fictitious character from the book of James (Bible) Chapter 2.
Reason A. Poteet