NaPM April 4 2013

[milo]

Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month. I know my poor organization and planning skills are now burdening you with the extra pressure.

Topic 4: Write a poem inspired by a favorite movie
Form : any
Line requirements: 10 lines or more

Questions?

[Todd]

THE FACTS

It ends in the beginning with a needle,
and my skin is ink, I have become
a human post it note in gothic script.
I see the hash mark tally of days,
yet the sun still hangs in the sky
unmoving like an old portrait.
The world bleeds sepia.
She is gone. Time still passes.
I've done it.
It ends in the beginning with a needle.

[Leanne]

Wow. And I was just going to bang out something about The Big Lebowski

[milo]

THE FACTS

It ends in the beginning with a needle,
and my skin is ink, I have become
a human post it note in gothic script.
I see the hash mark tally of days,
yet the sun still hangs in the sky
unmoving like an old portrait.
The world bleeds sepia.
She is gone. Time still passes.
I've done it.
It ends in the beginning with a needle.

Don't write so damn good as a first entry. It puts unnecessary pressure on the rest of us.

[Leanne]

The Dude abides;
in sandals and a dressing gown,
The Dude abides.
No urinating thug decides
the game. This is Lebowski's town --
while Walter plots to take them down,
The Dude abides.

oops, just read the "10 lines or more" requirement... oh well, I'll do three extra next time.

[NakedBear]

Pickled Ballad

You want to hear a silly tale?
Allow me to recount to you
of Tommy Pickles, and the trail
he forged with dill; both sons of Stu,
that foolish Pa who lost his two
young boys, along with grim Reptar.
It’s fine he did; they did come through
the forest where their dark fears are.

Poor Lil and Phil began to wail
when that green dino wagon flew
from road to pines, as Chuck so frail
had cried, while dear boy Tommy knew
that they’d be fine if they but drew
Reptar behind brave Spike, down far
paths twisting past tall trees to hew
the forest where their dark fears are.

Yet soon their bonds began to fail,
but then both friends and blood renewed
all love between themselves, while tail
wagged Spike, their dog who chased all through
the brush some monkeys from the zoo,
and with a wolf was keen to spar
to save from death his baby crew,
in forests where their dark fears are.

With courage, and a smart pooch, too,
they reached at last the big folks car.
Then Dill did speak for all: “and screw
that forest, where our dark fears are.”

Phew! I thought it'd be more fun to write this thing.

[Leanne]

*ballade

Nicely done Mikey

[milo]

I try to focus through the spitting dance
of power cables -who was sitting where
before we left the plane? Circumstance
is killing us in order. Todd, first chair,
was hanged, while Terry took the bus.
Clear is trapped there struggling for her life -
So who was next? Think! The next of us
to leave - that's right, Ms. Lawton (with the knife)
then after her was Billy (lost his head)
so all that's left is Cutler, me and Clear,
but which? It's Clear! She'll soon be dead!
With her Final Destination near
There's just one chance to save her if I'm able:
I breathe in ozone, grip the power cable.

[justcloudy]

(I won't pretend this is on par with the others posted, but I wanted to participate anyway)
here's a little wink to a teenage obsession:


Trudge onward, forward now
time's quick on our heels
that ring round the neck
of the curly haired one
cannot live on
cannot live on.

Trudge onward, forward now
through mountains and forests;
monster's dens are nothing
to what is to come
if the ring lives on
if the ring lives on.

Trudge onward, forward now
accept your own mission
beware unknown perils
we haven't yet won;
it must not live on
it must not live on.

[brandontoh]

I've been writing real crappily for this whole NaPM thing. Can't seem to build the imageries up properly, which sucks. Just here for the participation points then.

A Beautiful Mind
The human brain
is delicate and fragile,
so easily led astray
and short-circuited .

Yet it’s also powerful,
enough to understand the world
and shape our home on our terms.

Those who achieved much more
we call geniuses,
with minds so beautiful
they’re referred to as treasures.

But beautiful minds
wreck souls,
and destroy men.

[neena2504]

I am not even trying to compare with what has already been posted, this is just my wee little contribution.

On waters deep
she sailed so proud,
so regal was her tread,
She bore a world within.

The merry dance,
the abundance,
of laughter everywhere
the cupid-smitten pair.

The wall between
the rich, the poor,
the ever-spreading rift.
So little chance to love.

The icy beast
the hidden bane,
ripped the queen apart,
Her guts spilled around.

They shut their eyes,
pulled their sheets,
and softly they sang,
the last of their songs.

Leaves shed,
not autumn yet,
lifeless figures on foam,
they had set out for home.


Titanic of course!
Cheers

---

(I won't pretend this is on par with the others posted, but I wanted to participate anyway)
here's a little wink to a teenage obsession:


Trudge onward, forward now
time's quick on our heels
that ring round the neck
of the curly haired one
cannot live on
cannot live on.

Trudge onward, forward now
through mountains and forests;
monster's dens are nothing
to what is to come
if the ring lives on
if the ring lives on.

Trudge onward, forward now
accept your own mission
beware unknown perils
we haven't yet won;
it must not live on
it must not live on.

I am not a teenager but I am not ashamed to say that I love this... I was going to write on it but then changed my mind which was good coz you already did so.
I liked reading it.

[justcloudy]

haha Neena, it's about the first in the trilogy of course. I still am a fan, but back then I saw that movie I think... 9 times? in theaters. was just mildly obsessed ;p
anyway it's a classic that had to go up, as was yours. ;D

[neena2504]

haha Neena, it's about the first in the trilogy of course. I still am a fan, but back then I saw that movie I think... 9 times? in theaters. was just mildly obsessed ;p
anyway it's a classic that had to go up, as was yours. ;D

I watch the series in small episodes whenever I feel like. The more I watch it the more I want to go to 'Middle Earth', if not, NewZealand at least

[rowens]

The Dude abides;
in sandals and a dressing gown,
The Dude abides.
No urinating thug decides
the game. This is Lebowski's town --
while Walter plots to take them down,
The Dude abides.

I was a Dudeist priest. I was an Anarch Bishop, and had long discussions with the founder of Dudeism about my splinter group based on the notebooks of Ignatius Reilly.

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haha Neena, it's about the first in the trilogy of course. I still am a fan, but back then I saw that movie I think... 9 times? in theaters. was just mildly obsessed ;p
anyway it's a classic that had to go up, as was yours. ;D

You're a child?

[justcloudy]

well I'm not old anyway. ;p

[rowens]

I've to the point that I can't tell how old a woman is if she's between 17 and 27.

[justcloudy]

you might wanna work on the 17 part... could get you into trouble... ;p
for the rest, does it matter too much? life is life and often enough, age doesn't have too much to do with it.

[rowens]

In some states 16 is all right, if they're not drunk. In the U.S. anyway.

I'm not going to write a poem in this thread, so I better shut up.

[cidermaid]

Sorry out of sorts and not much free time... a poor offering, but keen to join in when i can.

The sword

The sword that pointed north
leaned towards warmer ports,
where grained hearts of manhood
roamed In hallowed halls of sport.

Blunted by betrayal that thrust,
and sprang from loins of trust.
The voyage and victory, grief
smothered and laid up in the dust.

Locked down, denied an edge,
goaded by a wooden pledge,
a threat burned and etched
on arms uplifted to the ledge.

Where blinded thumbs oppose,
hunger bloodied in the final throes.
De-humanised, the act is maximised.
The frozen abeyance held pose.

Well oiled, a machine of precision.
A passion, a destiny decision;
the baying silenced, the senate
re-heartened with grainy vision.

[NakedBear]

*ballade

Nicely done Mikey

*Damn the distinctions!

And thanks.