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] Date Posted: 15:17:28 10/06/07 Sat It's called the *1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 Challenge* it just popped into my head :) woo hoo!!! :) lol  Ok, here's how it goes... 1: The above image is your inspiration for this challenge 2: You must mention 2 flavors in your poem 3: You must mention 3 sounds in your poem 4: You must mention 4 colors in your poem 5: and you must use the 5 words below in your poem calico web superfluous humid abounding ....so, show me whatcha got!!!!! Good luck, everyone... Sasha xx  [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Author: Paul [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 20:51:14 10/07/07 Sun Long forgotten dreams To the woods she would run, Amid the humid, towering trees, Where sanctuary came, vanilla sweet, Upon her creaking swing of dreams, Here, away from the calico hell, Where matrimonial black was worn, Superfluous to her romantic notions, Punctuated with blood red attention, His evil web did not spin here, Where, love abounding, She was safe, never forced to yield, To his self indulgent pounding, - Now the gentle hand of Nature soothed, The sweet air, a balm on blackened skin, As his bitter lemon taste faded from her, Falling from her tongue, Into the umber rustle of Autumn’s carpet, Where her bare feet had journeyed, Carrying her to her childhood sanctuary, The silver streak of falling tears, Soaked her gently floating hem, Over thighs, once more her own, Yet she knows she must return, To where the night knows only fear, To once more bear the weight of him, Her heart shut to the squeaking and obscenity, Of calico hell and long forgotten dreams, © Paul Osborne 2007 [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: andy spaschak [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 13:23:36 10/08/07 Mon One - Two - Three - Four Dawn! In the vanilla morn out where the abounding sun sits on a tangerine horizon reflecting calicos of yellow, red, and orange my dreams remain superfluous in the web of silence where I hear the bass drums mixing with the song of trumpet calls of cadenced rings that slowly fall to crescendos before the humid day takes its hold ajs [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Sam (Loosed by Chains) [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 06:00:39 10/10/07 Wed Loosed by Chains Shame lay humid on her cheek As sweetened solitude she seeks Away from daddy’s hellish web Superfluous bindings of his bed Knowing there is no escape Blueblack thighs her nighty drape Stained red and brown to calico Abounding in her tortured flow Let fury drive sweet blinding swing To rage within, a comfort bring A moments peace, a stolen breath A spirit chained, loosed in death Kumquat crepe or apricot Free to choose one final thought A breeze, a rustle, a shortened sigh As mists enclose her closing eye [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: tcn [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 06:30:04 10/16/07 Tue A Gypsy's Kiss He loved her beneath the shadows of Pichoca trees where white palm leaves blew high into the winds and vanilla vines swirled and twisted into superfluous webs of calico threads. This is where she played on her swing, suspended barefoot among the grandeur of rock formations that labyrinthed to a sheer cliff which descended into the still waters of a ghostly lake. The porous lava of her skin was carefully woven with the sweet milk of life given to ghosts in a dream, where modesty rose like silence and atoms vibrated into solid waves of pure color. Grays and plums drifted across the sky when they danced among the eucalyptus that adorned moss covered stones where the smell of burning sap from copal trees served as incense abound in the humid air. Serenades of gypsy music and gothic melodies terraced the red caravan with one voice under the taps of falling rain as they kissed and sang in the silver moonlight inspired by Majorca wine and fried fish served with burned mango. It was the stuff of poetry! [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: tcn (revised version) [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 06:47:14 10/16/07 Tue A Gypsy's Kiss He loved her beneath the shadows of Pichoca trees where white palm leaves blew high into the winds and vanilla vines swirled and twisted into superfluous webs of calico threads. This is where she played on her swing, suspended barefoot among the grandeur of rock formations that labyrinthed to a sheer cliff, which descended into the still waters of a ghostly lake. The porous lava of her skin was carefully woven with the sweet milk of life given to ghosts in a dream, where modesty rose like silence and atoms vibrated into solid waves of pure color. Grays and plums drifted across the sky when they danced among the eucalyptus that adorned moss covered stones where the smell of burning sap from copal trees served as incense abound in the humid air. Serenades of gypsy music and gothic melodies terraced the red caravan with one voice under the taps of falling rain as they kissed and sang in the silver moonlight inspired by Majorca wine and fried fish served with burned mango. It was the stuff of poetry! [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: tcn (please post this one.) [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 11:47:57 10/16/07 Tue A Gypsy's Kiss He loved her beneath the shadows of Pichoca trees where white palm leaves blew high into the winds and vanilla vines swirled and twisted into superfluous webs of calico threads. This is where she played on her swing, suspended barefoot among the grandeur of rock formations that labyrinthed to a sheer cliff, which descended into the still waters of a ghostly lake. The porous lava of her skin was carefully woven with the sweet milk of life given to ghosts in a dream, where modesty rose like silence and atoms vibrated into solid waves of pure color. Grays and plums drifted across the sky when they danced among the eucalyptus that adorned moss covered stones where the smell of burning sap from copal trees served as incense abound in the humid air. Serenades of gypsy music and gothic melodies terraced the red caravan with one voice under the taps of falling rain as the lovers kissed and sang in the silver moonlight inspired by Majorca wine and fried fish served with burned mango. It was the stuff of poetry! [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |