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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 6: Write a poem inspired by a fairy tale.
Form : any
Line requirements: 10 lines or more
Questions?
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04-07-2013, 09:16 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-07-2013, 09:18 AM by billy.)
i missed yesterday 
The lawn was red just like my coat
the wolfie gripped around the throat.
Crack! the hairy packhound swung
as tortured lupis neck was wrung.
Its big wet eyes, with glee were plucked
the fur-bags viewing tackle fucked.
Big bad teeth within it's snout;
the hammer sorted that lot out.
You ate my gran you hungry dog
and in return will feed the hog.
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(04-07-2013, 09:16 AM)billy Wrote: i missed yesterday
The lawn was red just like my coat
the wolfie gripped around the throat.
Crack! the hairy packhound swung
as tortured lupis neck was wrung.
Its big wet eyes, with glee were plucked
the fur-bags viewing tackle fucked.
Big bad teeth within it's snout;
the hammer sorted that lot out.
You ate my gran you hungry dog
and in return will feed the hog.
didn't you read the FAQ? You are allowed make-ups.
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for some reason i struggled to come up with a poem based on the concept...i guess no one inspired me 
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(04-07-2013, 09:32 AM)billy Wrote: for some reason i struggled to come up with a poem based on the concept...i guess no one inspired me
yah, I had a hard time with that one as well. Not as hard as I had with the movie one though, I spent an hour trying to metaphorically compare a conversation with my wife to "March of the Penguins"
Ugh
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i did one , will try another one here later 
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04-07-2013, 11:30 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-07-2013, 11:31 AM by Todd.)
A Conversation With Child Protective Services
The shingles are gingerbread
with piped daydream icing.
What obesity? Children
aren't little succulent pigs
with fat dripping off the roasting spit.
They are underfed birds pecking crumbs
along these dark paths.
Would I begrudge them
a gummy doorknob, a fondant eve?
If you insist, I will install an oven
to offer nutritious meals.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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Out of Russia
Beneath red snows new fallen, I lay still,
Envied by Persephone,
Awake, with lips lamenting,
Under horse reeking fangs
Tarnished by a thousand days of hunger sated.
I reach and clamber out
From mound to mount coal black, with bloodied hair,
Unmatched by bounding moon and star.
Little do they matter -- fiery bird and pilfered apple --
When with envy kin leave kin to cool
On yellow leaves spread thin, while beast
Lightly lifts me, and bears me
From deep wounds to home and the gifts he’s given me.
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Why are there both night and day? (a fable)
There was a time when Sun and Moon were brothers,
when day and night twined scuppers through the sky,
when moon and sea were sworn eternal lovers.
Sea swallowed Moon in ripply, multiply;
Moon coolly lit up sea as his reply.
One day, Sea journeyed far, Sun met her there
and braided golden sunlight through her hair.
When Moon saw this he cried out "Treachery!"
and fled around the Earth in his despair.
Today, his distant sulk reflects from Sea.
milo
Nikstlitselpmur
Unhappy queen why twist your hands with bother?
Do you remember, one poor miller's daughter
sent to the king, a marvel to behold -
her wondrous gift of spinning straw to gold?
He locked you in a shed with bales of hay,
a spinning wheel, he gave you just one day.
The only way your life would be paroled
would be to spend it spinning straw to gold.
Unhappy queen, do you remember laughter?
A mocking little man who came right after;
he took your burden for your deal untold
then started working, spinning straw to gold.
As daylight came the king unlocked the door
and made to break your shackles from the floor.
What did he see? A marvel to behold -
his room of hay had been spun straight to gold.
Oh happy queen, the day that came right after
the king beguiled with riches to the rafter
You'd be his queen, a kingdom yours to hold
all for your gift of spinning straw to gold.
Just one year from that day your child was born
with hair of silk and skin as smooth as corn
A little man appeared as he foretold
and took your child for spinning straw to gold.
Unhappy queen you you shouldn't scorn the barter;
you gained a kingdom for your unknown daughter.
Before her birth, you knew she had been sold
for your fake gift of spinning straw to gold.
milo
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(04-07-2013, 05:20 PM)milo Wrote: Why are there both night and day? (a fable)
There was a time when Sun and Moon were brothers,
when day and night twined scuppers through the sky,
when moon and sea were sworn eternal lovers.
Sea swallowed Moon in ripply, multiply;
Moon coolly lit up sea as his reply.
One day, Sea journeyed far, Sun met her there
and braided golden sunlight through her hair.
When Moon saw this he cried out "Treachery!"
and fled around the Earth in his despair.
Today, his distant sulk reflects from Sea.
milo
Nikstlitselpmur
Unhappy queen why twist your hands with bother?
Do you remember, one poor miller's daughter
sent to the king, a marvel to behold -
her wondrous gift of spinning straw to gold?
He locked you in a shed with bales of hay,
a spinning wheel, he gave you just one day.
The only way your life would be paroled
would be to spend it spinning straw to gold.
Unhappy queen, do you remember laughter?
A mocking little man who came right after;
he took your burden for your deal untold
set right to work, spinning straw to gold.
As daylight came the king unlocked the door
and made to break your shackles from the floor.
What did he see? A marvel to behold -
his room of hay had been spun straight to gold.
Oh happy queen, the day that came right after
the king beguiled with riches to the rafter
You'd be his queen, a kingdom yours to hold
all for your gift of spinning straw to gold.
Just one year from that day your child was born
with hair of silk and skin as smooth as corn
A little man appeared as he foretold
and took your child for spinning straw to gold.
Unhappy queen you you shouldn't scorn the barter;
you gained a kingdom for your unknown daughter.
Before her birth, you knew she had been sold
for your fake gift of spinning straw to gold.
milo
Wow I loved it but why the sad ending? Wasn't the queen able to guess the name of the dwarf? (I read a version of the story which had a happy ending and the dwarf's name was Rumpelstiltskin)
I had written a about the sun and the moon sometime back, I thought I should share it today... will be back with a real fairy tale in a short while
Solitary wanderer
The solitary moon, oh! how it longs
for the days bygone and forgotten songs.
Night after night it wanders alone
in pursuit of a love, long withered and gone.
Before there existed days and nights,
there used to be two ethereal lights.
Together they shone blithe and bright,
basking and bathing in each other's light.
But love and grief go hand in hand,
Good times are gone like water in sand.
The moon was shunned and sent away
to bide with the earth, night and day.
It could never see its love again,
and wanders every night in pain...
~Neena
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foiled!
her knobbed knees ache
as frail hands knead
a dough of cinnamon
and ginger
grandkids coming later
a special treat for them
little men of sugar
with colored gumdrop eyes
back bent and hands shaking
she slides them in the oven
sits down with a woomph
a labor of family love
they're arriving! just in time
her back bends down once more
then she shuffles to the gate
platter of cookies in her hands
grandchildren swarm around her
kiss wrinkled smiling cheeks
one gingerbread for each
under grandma's watchful eye
"ah" she sighs, contented,
"I let none escape this time!"
_______________________________________
The howling beast is back.
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Why are there both night and day? (a fable)
Wow I loved it but why the sad ending? Wasn't the queen able to guess the name of the dwarf? (I read a version of the story which had a happy ending and the dwarf's name was Rumpelstiltskin)
yah, I heard it that way too, I like it better like this. Anyway, I was getting exhausted writing all these stanzas and needed and ending. I didn't have much luck with this topic which is why I posted 2. BTW, my title is Rumplestiltskin spelled backwards.
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Just at the idea stage (wanted to make this a sestina style letter but not enough time now...perhaps later)
Dear Giant,
I wish I could say this to you in person, but sadly, given the recent distress
I’m currently feeling about my investments, concerning the current fuel crisis,
I do not feel it would be fair, or appropriate, to sail from my current address
In St kitts, burning fuel all the way to Brixham to meet you. Also, my offshore Isa
Accounts are needful of my urgent attention, so I regrettably decline your invitation.
(I confess I was tempted, by your kind offer of travel and fleshy gratification).
This said, needs must, that I should address the issue of your complaint
And in this I also offer a caution. As you are well aware, the high court
does not up hold your charges and with considerable self control and restraint,
On the advise of my personal lawyer, I insist you desist from this libellous course.
So please, no more talk of what is “rightfully yours”. You’re becoming a frightful bore.
Take heart, I was once poor, hard to believe I know! But...then I was sent on a chore.
Yours truly
Jack
CEO
Cloud industries
(Golden goose and Harp enterprises)
Todd loved your offering today.
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A dismal, lofty tower, far away
holds a girl, her mane as spun-gold
which glitters like the sun's rays
on a drop of dew at dawn, behold.
Her golden tresses touch the ground
as she lets them loose to tumble
by the little window, staring out,
her lonely heart starts to crumble.
She longs to feel the touch of grass
beneath her feet and wonders how
it feels to soak in rain, how it
feels to run untamed, just for now.
Her eyes a pool of shimmering water
but she holds the ark of hope,
one day her man would come for her,
one day with him would she elope
She's fair as moon, She's Rapunzel,
what she dreams will come to pass;
one day she will run untamed,
she would feel the touch of grass.
~Neena
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Beliefs
I want to fly
away from infights,
from noises.
Give me adventures, laughters, swashbuckling action.
Wipe away the grey, leave clearcut black and white.
We are but humans who believed.
Perhaps...
a leap of faith?
I miss the magic.
Here goes...
Please, Peter,
catch m...
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