IISZ Challenges pushed farther along road to hell
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                Just in case there is no toad photo with a message above please note:
                Challenge #7 is delayed until Wednesday Jan 31,
                and Challenge #8 has moved to Saturday, Feb. 3


                                                                                                                a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions
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#2
I will respect the decision of the challenge toad.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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#3
(01-30-2018, 03:04 AM)Todd Wrote:  I will respect the decision of the challenge toad.

toad challenge?

...


it´s tickling in my palm

the toad
simply sits there,
surely unsuspecting,
oblivious to the nearing hands.
i´m slightly frightened, but
still curious
and then
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it´s tickling in my mouth

perhaps
i should´ve kept
the caserolle refridged
supposedly a tasty meal
and veggie, too, but now
i am unsure
because
...
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#4
(A bad toad poem is at the very least still a toad poem)

Words that Slither, Words that Shine

I croaked from her mouth
like the curse I was,
like the curses she uttered,

until the water was a knot
of eyes with no sight
of a golden ball to retrieve.

While her sister sang in the night,
stars falling from her lips
like fiery petals.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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#5
Grand Toad

He said, I'm telling you now
like I toad you before,

damn froggies 
didn't last five minutes in the war.
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#6
Electric Kool-Aid Acid Toad

Starlight pulses,
reverberating croaks~
finding Basho.
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#7
you know later we're gonna have to identify toads for a class i'm taking
maybe i'll take some pictures
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#8
(01-30-2018, 08:25 AM)Todd Wrote:  "A bad toad poem is at the very least still a toad poem"


        Mr. Toad, said he'd never eat worms,
        yet he seemed unperturbed about germs:
        "It's not the diseases,
          I find that displeases;
          I flee any food when it squirms."


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(01-30-2018, 08:25 AM)Todd Wrote:  (A bad toad poem is at the very least still a toad poem)

Words that Slither, Words that Shine

I croaked from her mouth
like the curse I was,
like the curses she uttered,

until the water was a knot
of eyes with no sight
of a golden ball to retrieve.

While her sister sang in the night,
stars falling from her lips
like fiery petals.

hi todd!
there´s enough interesting lines for me to like and puzzle about.
there may be something toxic going on in the first stanza, so the middle stanza made me imagine cataracted pupils (despite the dog pun) , the last also was visual with shooting stars, maybe hallucinations (like this interpretation)
...
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(01-31-2018, 02:43 AM)vagabond Wrote:  
(01-30-2018, 08:25 AM)Todd Wrote:  (A bad toad poem is at the very least still a toad poem)

Words that Slither, Words that Shine

I croaked from her mouth
like the curse I was,
like the curses she uttered,

until the water was a knot
of eyes with no sight
of a golden ball to retrieve.

While her sister sang in the night,
stars falling from her lips
like fiery petals.
hi todd!
there´s enough interesting lines for me to like and puzzle about.
there may be something toxic going on in the first stanza, so the middle stanza made me imagine cataracted pupils (despite the dog pun) , the last also was visual with shooting stars, maybe hallucinations (like this interpretation)
The first stanza is only toxic if you lick the toad. Thanks for leading us in a celebration of our warty friends.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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#11
TOAD

Clapton is God,
but who does that make
Ginger Baker?
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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(01-30-2018, 08:25 AM)Todd Wrote:  (A bad toad poem is at the very least still a toad poem)

Words that Slither, Words that Shine

I croaked from her mouth
like the curse I was,
like the curses she uttered,

until the water was a knot
of eyes with no sight
of a golden ball to retrieve.

While her sister sang in the night,
stars falling from her lips
like fiery petals.



I don't think it's bad at all. I may be thinking it all wrong but it reminds me of someone who is innocent and walking happily with their head in the clouds, so to speak, unaware of the peril that surrounds them. Then someone warns of an impending danger, saving them from demise.

It was a very lovely poem, actually.

-nibbed

Tickle bumps
is what mama called them,
warts are just a load;
you'll find a smile
your only guarantee,
when you pet a toad.
there's always a better reason to love
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#13
i didn't take any pictures
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#14
This will have to do for a general IISZ thread to comment on:

Thank you, IISZ team for your hard work. The challenges were fun and I enjoyed doing them.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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#15
I agree with Todd about the challenges, and I also want to say a thank you to the IISZ team. Your hard work was greatly appreciated.
Time is the best editor.
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