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Rain whipped by,
And the wipers tasked with maintaining sight struggled to keep up.
Despite the wiper’s determination though,
the driver needed not look,
As in his inebriation his control would merely worsen with sight.
The wheels upon which he rode turned quickly,
yet slid along the unstable gravel.
And as the driver lost consciousness,
The road gave way just in time to spite his drunkenness.
First the headlight cracked,
Then the metal upon which the car was supported bent and split.
And finally, the separation between the derelict and his storm gave way:
As the window shattered beyond recognition.
Now,
Rested upon an old willow,
The manifestation of all inadequacies lay;
A young man,
who failed to drive the car upon which fate destined him,
Met his end -
in introduction to the monsters of his irresolution.
Many months we have conversed
we take the decision to finally meet.
my introduction now rehearsed
for I am so longing to greet
this beauty oh so sweet.
Along the promenade we walked
the wind blowing her lovely hair.
swapping giggles as we talked
admiring what she wears
for in her eyes I long to stare.
Our hotel room we finally reach
still chatting, holding hands.
kissing between our wanting speech
relenting to our wanting demands.
two desiring to share their commands.
Face to face, touch of lips
adventurous hands in loving glide.
to the floor our clothes slip
falling before our pride
naturally we sensuously guide.
This chap from the States, just asked me to write, a poetic collaboration,
I was asleep, it is quite late at night, no time for a rhymed dissertation.
I thought to myself, what a spiffing idea, for we speak the same lingo at least,
But hold on a sec, I'm English - good grief, and worse still I'm from the North East!!
I wrote to this dude, over in England and said, would y’all write with me?
He seemed kind of cranky, said he was asleep, probably needed a nice spot o’ tea.
Though things ain’t the same, like they’ve got a queen and we have a man who’s in power,
And Big Ben over here is a star quarterback, to him it’s a clock in a tower
With some trepidation I considered the task, in horror at the realisation,
In the States their football, isn’t like the UK, it’s rugby for your information.
But the strangest thing, is that ‘grits’ are a food, whereas here it’s ground pebbles or stone,
And they travel around in their big Chevrolet’s, on Route 66 lined with phones.
Now I’m not sure I made the right choice, they’re weird with their bangers and mash,
fries are called chips, their beer is served warm and it seems they weigh all of their cash.
Cookies are biscuits, car trunks are boots, the telly is their television,
my fingers are crossed as I sit here and hope, that I made the wisest decision.
But joking apart, it’s an honour to join, my American friend in this Rhyme.
I sincerely agree, it was truly a pleasure, let’s do it again anytime
11/5/2019
Introduction by collaboration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
‘April’s Fools’.
Set in the 1950’s with poverty and slum housing still prevalent, to gain money, a father decides to sell his six children, never realising his plan which was really to re-house them, would place them in untold dangers.
A young couple, both single parents, find themselves later burdened with many children but with few means to look after them. Already hated by his mother-in-law, penniless and out of work, with a strong desire to be on the stage, Michael, does not let on he was divorced at the tender age of 21, he is already a father by his ex-wife and his lover; and now a child on the way by his fiancée. As the family grows the money dwindles on drink. To gain money and a new home, Michael decides he must sell his six children and offers them for sale in a local newspaper, causing uproar. This results in him being offered a job and cottage, away from the city.
Word Association 101©
Today’s word is G-R-A-T-I-T-U-D-E
Select the option you like best as there is no real solution, and this isn't a real test
So take a position, if it is not an imposition after all this is nothing but fiction, not a prediction
Leave your hesitation and caution at the door for and put the pedal to the floor
So without procrastination or introduction move trepidation to elation
Take the plunge it’s not a leap, for someone here will say throw this on a heap
It may be taken with affection or rejection and probably needs correction
But onward we go for somehow I must make this flow
Tick the right box if there is such a thing or give it your best fling
If you can’t think of anything
Gratitude is...
satisfaction___
appreciation___
creation___
Gratitude isn’t...
crude___
lewd___
or attitude___
Gratitude leads to...
fascination___
imagination___
intimate relations___
Gratitude may bring...
evolution___
re-action___
hug action___
Gratitude is for...
a job well done___
a rising sun___
that special someone___
Gratitude, let’s start a revolution that leads to emotion and a promotion
Gratitude, life’s gift that keeps on giving and a premonition in addition
Gratitude, for brothers and sisters and others too, pass it along for all to share because we really do care
Andreas Simic©
You might be in the East, perhaps a wee bit north.
I am in the West, perhaps a little south.
Whether we should meet or not, our poetry goes forth!
If two folks want to “MEET,” a halfway point can be
Quite nice, but if you met “ME,” I’m not sure it would do;
The mid-point could be “IN” a desert or a sea!
Halfway through my time on “THE” Soup, I might meet YOU,
For that’s the only “MIDDLE” place where poet friends meet ME!
(I am not sure if I am doing this right, but there is supposed to be a three-line
introduction)
By Andrea Dietrich
For HGarvey Daniel Esquire's
Middle of the Road Poetry Contest
Oh! How great our existence is only a rolling ball,
We're birthed to
Cry by self at birth or forced to cry.
Suck and dependent,
Start talking and mingle,
Crawl and dependent,
Walk by self or force to walk,
Dine and eat on parent's bill,
Attend schools or go vocational,
Graduate and work,
Search and date,
Wedding introduction and marriage,
Or decide to remain single,
Enjoy life or otherwise.
The stage of total independence.
Religious or diabolical,
Ruled by greed or selflessness,
Give birth or barren,
Grow gray and agile or weak,
Then several symptoms set in,
Get from children or being totally ignored.
Back to the total dependence,
Suck from the past fruits,
Weak and die,
That all mourn and cry.
Vanity upon vanity
All is vanity so says the wise.
(Note: This is the introduction of a poem story I'm writing. This serves as the introduction to the key characters. The picture is hazy right now, but as time progresses, the characters will change from blurry images to distinct portraits. Will they live? Will they die? Only time will tell....)
A Night Of Demons -inceptum-
1
A little child looks up at the sky,
And sees the moon.
A buzzing fills the air,
So she pulls out her cell phone.
A message awaits:
You are going to die.
She's an innocent girl
in a world full of demons.
Her name is Alice,
and she's afraid.
2
The bus makes its last stop
on the corner of Brambleton.
A tired young man stands up,
and almost falls.
He notices words etched into the seat:
You are going to die.
He's just a simple man
in a world full of demons.
His name is Hank,
and he's afraid.
3
The last of the dishes are put away,
and she collapses to the floor.
Her back is acting up once more.
She notices a flash card,
and there is something written:
You are going to die.
She's just a motherly housewife
in a world full of demons.
Her name is Ashley,
and she's afraid.
4
Music blares in a pair of headphones,
and a boy rides a skateboard across a busy intersection.
He narrowly avoids getting hit.
As he falls, a billboard catches his eye.
He notices large yellow words:
You are going to die.
He's just a high school student
in a world full of demons.
His name is Darnell,
and he's afraid.
5
The final boss in a long Japanese RPG awaits,
and at long last he'll finish off the 100 hour game.
If only he could avoid the instant death magic,
maybe he wouldn't get a Game Over.
But he can't, and the game flashes the following message:
You are going to die.
He's just a video gamer
in a world full of demons.
His name is Jack,
and he's afraid.
6
The world is slowly falling apart
Most simply do not notice
a shadow watching the night.
A foul wind whispers in the Shadow's ear
the message of a demon:
They are going to die.
It's just a sinister shadow
in a world full of demons.
It goes by Joker,
and it's not afraid.
From Queens to Manhattan, I rode the subway.
I will never forget that late spring day,
when I walked into that Greenwich Village café.
This young girl practically stole my heart away.
With a long white dress, and a six string guitar,
she was just another wannabe star.
I was sitting not far away from her at the bar.
Between sips of my glass of seltzer,
I listened to each sweet note sung by her.
The end of her performance brought a light ovation.
She sat next to me for some casual conversation.
After an informal introduction came a sweet little smile.
I was attracted to her all the while,
even though she was Jewish, and I a gentile.
I told her I also performed in a band.
She wrote her phone number on my left hand.
Everything with this female appeared just right.
I asked if I could see her tomorrow night.
She emphatically said “okay” and smiled with delight.
Later that night, disappointment would encumber.
When I tried to call her, I got a wrong number.
plucking the strings
bowing the strings
Pizzicato and Arco
Favored for it's breathability
allowing creativity
a movement in stride
full meaning and
positioning
a recurring motif
in full sequence and destination
it accompanies a specific sound
and smoothly changing
the mood and emotion to a
catchy, memorable, and repetitive
more conversational sound
a descriptive tone
a simpler melody and rhythmic posture
then to include lyric with a soothing smooth dulcey feel
speaking to the feeling of attraction
the evolution of change from Introduction
to the Outroduction
love evolves and changes over time
the same is heard in the sounds of music
often narrated in the stories of the lyric
the full oneness of a song has balance and full meaning.
all aspects are designed to detail
the creation of the sound
determines the need in which
a collaborator centers there attention
toward the fullness of sound
embellishments and ornamentations
add fullness to the overall product
changes to the to the melody
include extra notes, rhythmic modifications
artist with specialized talents
are a gift to the composition
all in the rich history of the musical product
the collaborated effects of talented people
Making it easier for one thing can complicate another
the overall fairness to all involved means allowing for the opinions of all
but the need to complete must be respected as the money
should be made as wisely as it is spent.