PWoF 2016 - Topic 09 - Sept. 30

[rayheinrich]

         PWoF 2016 - Topic 09 - Sept. 30
         
        Standard instructions:
       

         You should attempt to write a poem inspired by this topic -- not a derivative, literal
         interpretation of the topic.   Create a poem that reflects your own true self.
         
         --> Since the officious rules of PWoF 2016 stipulate that you can submit more than
         one poem; may I suggest, if the fit strikes you, that you include, after your major work,
         a second poem consisting of a bit of transient doggerel, a limerick, or a trenchant
         end-rhyming nonsense poem that somehow reflects the intention of this topic.
         
         (And for anyone who's a bit uncertain about starting out here: Ignore my bullshite and
         just string some words together (that's what everybody else is doing ).  
       

        Topic 9:
       

        Write an appreciation* (or condemnation)  poem about an inanimate object.
        (The larger definition of "inanimate" that includes windmills, even if they do move.)

        This should express your own feelings, not what you believe everyone else thinks about it.
        (Unless you are egomaniacal enough to think they are the same.)

        *An appreciation is an easy-going type of ode.  You can write a  formal, structured ode if you desire.  
        Definition and Examples of an ode:

Can be found here.
(A really cool site, he reiterated.)

If you're terminally undecided, you might consider one of these:

               

               

               

               

               

               

               

               

               

[just mercedes]

Ode to an intimate friend


Each day I take you in my hand and turn
your switch to ‘On’; you start, you never spurn
advances from me, always in the mood

and instantly you’re in, and start to churn.
I move you slowly, each side then return,
pulsating tremors I can feel within

and every nook and cranny feels your touch.
I think I fantasize a bit too much
while using you inside me. You’re so hard.
I think of you as my own bodyguard.
Your stimulation energizes me,
my gums and teeth are healthy as can be.

[rayheinrich]

Ode to an intimate friend
...

    Masterful misdirection. And you're right, electric toothbrushes are multi-talented, especially the
    old ones that used two C-cells -- no stopping them, no matter what the challenge.
    Ray

[RiverNotch]

Ode to an intimate friend


Each day I take you in my hand and turn
your switch to ‘On’; you start, you never spurn
advances from me, always in the mood

and instantly you’re in, and start to churn.
I move you slowly, each side then return,
pulsating tremors I can feel within

and every nook and cranny feels your touch.
I think I fantasize a bit too much
while using you inside me. You’re so hard.
I think of you as my own bodyguard.
Your stimulation energizes me,
my gums and teeth are healthy as can be.

I mean, the misdirection is a good deal of what makes this poem, but I cannot resist:
my sex drive is as healthy as can be
my [lovely] is a shaken martini
my mind is blown -- far better than a [bee]
my -- STERLING! you'd better not messed with the battery

Gut punch good.

[Quixilated]

A Morning Affair

How like the nectar of the gods you seem to me
you give sweet solace when I lack for company
each breaking dawn I greet you with a reverent kiss
which you return with eager heat against my lips
I close my eyes and sigh as your warmth slips inside
the way you cause my blood to race I cannot hide
nothing on earth will ever make me part from you
I cannot live each day until you are consumed

coffee, obviously

[Quixilated]

And you're writing poetry at the same time?!?!? Oh come on......

 

[kolemath]

Ode of Getting Barreled

Ocean water slicked to glass by gentle offshore winds,
sending swell from hurricane, Atlantic spital gem,
the rolling wave of tidal low builds in front of me,
I kiss the lip which throws itself to slap the trough into rainbows of mist.

---

Seconding Keith's thanks to Ray!

[Tiger the Lion]

Twice Shy

there is a delinquent
carpet tack

on the fifth stair
at my parents' place

to this day
I take them in twos

[QDeathstar]

Shiney Things

You're so bright,
the Apple of my eye.
Lets keep your port plugged
so you'll never die.

My gentle hands caress
your smooth soft glass,
but when i'm feeling lonely,
vibrate mode fills my ass.

Oh please never leave me,
let your light never fade,
I want to grasp you forever,
at least till the next upgrade.

[dukealien]

Ode to a Grecian Kylix



Divine thy form is, round and shallow-dished
glazed black, red-figured as wise ancients wished
inscribed with seated star-crowned goddess Night
thou, kylix, complex, elegant
Greek potters’ most extravagant
production of their wheels and fancy’s flight.

Yet in thy elegance lies well-concealed
Greek practicality, at times revealed
in curving little handles left and right
by artisans unlettered
whose forms cannot be bettered
production of their wheels and fancy’s flight.



While underneath a Maenad hangs for dead
her disembodied spouse’s pop-eyed head
its owners found this handled kylix great:
space for emotive mythic ballads
Chian wine, hot soup, or salads -
with one peg upon the wall
they’d hang kylix lest it fall
just try that with a bowl or china plate.

[RiverNotch]

Ode to a Barrel


How loud, how loud! Distant cracks
disturb the early drunkard's rest, and crowds
spill out, heads hot with love. How the New Year
foreshadows the folly of children!

the widow thinks, watching
longitudes away. She swats
temptation oozing out of the mug
beside her -- regrets? It is mercy

that lulled her children to sleep,
not wrath. The age of the purest drink
arrives -- soon, the Master Brewer
shall roast the malt, drown the land,
and how much louder a bomb that should be!

[Lizzie]

Technological Dysphoria 


Our words cross oceans
like charged impulses
traverse synapses.

Surely, something so electric,
so revolutionary,
should put an end
to all isolation?

Yet, these keys misrepresent me
for they are stenographers,
not translators.
They only say what I can,
materialize what I conceive,
and this is their uselessness.

They can't help me interlace
my fingers with yours,
caress your rough cheek.
This is the real language

we speak—our own electricity—
without clarity or precision,
skin on skin.

[Keith]

Decks and trucks

Kryptonics soft and silent roll
as curb and stone
grind out the whole
all broken arms are held to home.

One worn shoe the only catch
three stripes to stitch the white on black
a three leaf badge
split samba cracks

A concrete bowl for knees then hips
to bleed and bruise
as grip tape slips
and Carlsberg special, brews.

Three sixty nose and tail to grab
then power slide the corner,
spark along the steel topped slab
as metal moves the walkman.

[ellajam]

Ode to a Grecian Kylix



Divine thy form is, round and shallow-dished
glazed black, red-figured as wise ancients wished
inscribed with seated star-crowned goddess Night
thou, kylix, complex, elegant
Greek potters’ most extravagant
production of their wheels and fancy’s flight.

Yet in thy elegance lies well-concealed
Greek practicality, at times revealed
in curving little handles left and right
by artisans unlettered
whose forms cannot be bettered
production of their wheels and fancy’s flight.



While underneath a Maenad hangs for dead
her disembodied spouse’s pop-eyed head
its owners found this handled kylix great:
space for emotive mythic ballads
Chian wine, hot soup, or salads -
with one peg upon the wall
they’d hang kylix lest it fall
just try that with a bowl or china plate.

Much enjoyed, well done rhyme scheme, I especially liked the way you made ballads/salads work.

[MakTheRov]

Kryptonics Star Tracks of course!

I love the feel and grip of the reds!