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PROMPT OF THE DAY today,i challenge you to write a poem in terza rima.this form was invented by Dante,and used in The Divine Comedy.it consists of three-line stanzas,with a chained rhyme scheme. the first stanza is ABA,the second is BCB,the third is CDC,and so on.no particular meter is necessary but english poets have tended to default to iambic pentameter.one common way of ending a terza rima poem is with a single line standing on its own,rhyming with the middle line of the preceding three-line stanza.happy writing.

 

 

 

 

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and in the morning you would make our bed ;

– yet so apart from my own pretty clashes ..

and in the night she would walk west  -as she said

 

and my arms, and the ground, and your crashes ;

– yet so close to my own internal cold war ..

and his arms, and the ground, and her crashes

 

and i would run dry, and you would allow for ;

– yet so apart from me, yet so close to you ..

and their futures left at the discount store

 

but since the time i was fourteen  -and you too .

 

 

 

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NAPOWRIMOCONTEST,13414,THE BATTLE OF BEAUFORT SEA

PROMPT OF THE DAY – write a short poem that contains at least one Kenning.Kennings were metaphorical phrases developed in Nordic sagas.at their simplest,they generally consist of two nouns joined together,which imaginatively describe or name a third thing.the phrase “whale road,” for example, could be used instead of sea or ocean,and “sky candle” could be used for sun.the most known are awful.but at their best,they can be surprising and evocative.hope you have fun trying to invent your own.happy writing.

 

[ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kenning ]

 

 

 

 

The Battle Of Beaufort Sea

 

 

Our Lady ,

The Bulimic Virgin Mary  –

 

 

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NAPOWRIMOCONTEST,7414,TRIBUTE TO CORNELIA F.

PROMPT OF THE DAY – today’s prompt is to write a love poem..but the object of the poem should be inanimate.you can write a love poem to your favourite pen,the teddy bear you had as a child,or anything else,so long as it’s not alive.happy writing.

 

 

 

 

TRIBUTE TO CORNELIA F.

 

cornelia f. – nineteen ninety three

may eighteen

 

take my hand

and I’ll show you

 

 

 

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cornelia's gravestone

the eternal – ian curtis

 

NapowrimoContest,1414,THE METAMORPHOSIS OF WINDOW LEDGES

PROMPT OF THE DAY – today, I’d like you to go to Reb Livingston’s Bibliomancy Oracle.then write a poem based on the quotation that the oracle provides.happy writing!

my result was:

but survival ain’t never been
no crime against nature
or Maker. See, stay alive
in the meantime, laugh
a little harder. Go on
and gnaw that bone clean

from “The Gospel of Barbeque” by Honorée Fanonne Jeffers

 

and this is my poem.

 

 

 

 

The Metamorphosis Of Window Ledges

 

 

nauseating madness of crowds

waiting in line for time dust

forgetting the metamorphosis of window ledges

escaping nightmares through emergency exits

 

hopelessness” – they’d say

hopelessness” – they are

 

for it is vital 

to cherish our scars

 

 

 

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N.01

N.ØI – perpetual proofs. growing. they are hunting they are hunting, before our very eyes. silence never deceives.. – it’s playing, for us, right here..and now, a choir.choirs of voices. the drowned souls  – they couldn’t survive the holes. so we should know, we should know better, if we listened, then we should know : we can’t allow anger. nor judging. nor blaming – not anymore. because the boat is the same. our boat is the same. yes the oceans might be endless, but the boat is one, and the boat is the same. all these years, us on the same boat. all these years, us still making holes through someone else’s sides. to drown them down. but let’s be careful, we’re up next : sooner than we think – always sooner than we think – water will reach our side too. because the boat is the same. it is one and it is the same. please, please, listen up. i said yes, yes, it’s one, yes, it’s the same..but no, we are all blind. no, we’ll all sink – while you put your make up on – i say you are beautiful – i say you are perfect – i say sometimes i’d like you to listen. so that you could understand. so that you could grow. so that you could die. so that you could live. so that you could win. but you would have to lose in order to grow – and you would have to grow in order to win. and you can’t. can’t lose. so you keep making holes and making up – you are beautiful.

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NAPOWRIMO CONTEST // 30th APRIL 2013 // HOW TO LOSE MY SOUL A HOME

And now our final prompt! Find a shortish poem that you like, and rewrite each line, replacing each word (or as many words as you can) with words that mean the opposite. For example, you might turn “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” to “I won’t contrast you with a winter’s night.” Your first draft of this kind of opposite poem will likely need a little polishing, but this is a fun way to respond to a poem you like, while also learning how that poem’s rhetorical strategies really work. (It’s sort of like taking a radio apart and putting it back together, but for poetry). Happy writing!

 

 

 

walking, bleary-eyed

tomorrow

i know well how to lose my soul a home :

wherever fire is thirsty

but water is stone

i never learn

and i’m not convinced anymore

that everybody

and everybody

can make it out there just with love

 

love, full of love

nobody, i say nobody

can make it out there just with love

 

poor people

with money to spend

girls, not women

children, not men

there is no doctor

for their useless souls

and nobody

yes, nobody

can make it out there just with love

 

love, full of love

nobody, i say nobody

can make it out there just with love

 

don’t try to get closer

i won’t tell you what i don’t know

the sky may turn gold

the wind may turn kind

the earth may turn the sea

and i won’t see you anymore

because nobody

and nobody

can make it out there just with love

 

love, full of love

nobody, i say nobody

can make it out there just with love

 

 

 

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(ORIGINAL POEM : ALONE BY MAYA ANGELOU)

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15624

 

 

 

 

 

ILLUSIONS

YOU ARE NOTHING

I AM NOTHING

WE ARE NOTHING

 

YOU EXIST BUT YOU ARE NOT

I EXIST BUT I AM NOT

WE EXIST BUT WE ARE NOT…

 

…AND WHERE SUBSTANCE IS MISSING, ILLUSION FINDS A PLACE.

 

SHE, WILL STEAL YOUR SOUL

SHE, WILL SET YOU APART FROM THE ONES YOU LOVE

SHE, SHE WILL TRICK YOU,

SHE WILL HIDE AMONG YOUR  TRUE DREAMS,

AND WILL STOP YOU FROM BEING.

 

ILLUSIONS WILL KILL YOU

ILLUSIONS WILL KILL ME

ILLUSIONS WILL KILL US

 

OR MAYBE, THEY’VE ALREADY DONE IT.

 

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