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>FuckDoll< · **Poetry Challenge: Image poetry -** 02-09-04

Here's the deal: Each week I'll post an image, you take that image and write a poem about it. The colors, the subject, the feeling, take whatever you can get from the image, and write your poem.

Try to keep it 20 lines or less so we can easily enjoy and comment on your work All are welcome to post their poems and comment on others.

>FuckDoll< · 02-09-04

Image for week 1: - Faithfulness (Silver Spunk) - by: Rolf van Gelder

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Firewall · 02-09-04

Red Swamp Steel Drug Playground

In the red swamp river....falling trees and dead leaves drown,
In the red swamp river....bleeding fetus's and hate is found,
In the red swamp river....Hatching mutated grotesque insane,
In the red swamp river....Breeding mutated water from Hells drain.

In the sickly drug steel streets the pounding rain falls,
Each drug steel sire runs for their next thrown ball,
The streets lit with fire from the red swamp and the moon,
In the sickly drug steel streets the river runs soon.

In the scarred and battered wire playground the children fall,
They scream from the bottom of their guts, no one hears there call,
Between the red swamp river and the sickly drug steel streets,
The children in the wire laugh as the fetus becomes feast!

ah, not too good.........pretty rushed maybe......hope its not too bad!

>FuckDoll< · 02-09-04

Quote:

Originally Posted by Firewall

Red Swamp Steel Drug Playground

In the red swamp river....falling trees and dead leaves drown,
In the red swamp river....bleeding fetus's and hate is found,
In the red swamp river....Hatching mutated grotesque insane,
In the red swamp river....Breeding mutated water from Hells drain.

In the sickly drug steel streets the pounding rain falls,
Each drug steel sire runs for their next thrown ball,
The streets lit with fire from the red swamp and the moon,
In the sickly drug steel streets the river runs soon.

In the scarred and battered wire playground the children fall,
They scream from the bottom of their guts, no one hears there call,
Between the red swamp river and the sickly drug steel streets,
The children in the wire laugh as the fetus becomes feast!

ah, not too good.........pretty rushed maybe......hope its not too bad!

Well, I like it. The only thing I could really say is that it seems to really begin in the second stanza. The first one throws me a bit, but the second and third go BAM!

>FuckDoll< · 02-09-04

This one was difficult for me. I couldn't really nail down my objective at first, but I gave it my best shot.

[fifteen minutes]

Glistening colors revealing his fall,
the mad hatter feels at home
amongst the red balloons with silvery smoke
filled rooms grasping and slashing at straws.

The band plays again (one last time).
His insanity reaching, his pride unending
a musicians death the only fitting end,
A tragedy expected by all.

Firewall · 02-09-04

I like that.......I can really see it in the image........I get what you mean about my poem....I just had a little difficulty putting the picture into words this time!

Later!!!

>FuckDoll< · 02-16-04

Image for week 2: - my own fights -by: Valentina Brostean (2002)

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>FuckDoll< · 02-16-04

(for week 2)

falling through confusion.

When everything washes away
the world is colorblind through my eyes.
Feeling the afterglow of a hundred darker souls
I linger thinking: The chaos of life has me biting my nails.
Wheels spinning, I'm blinded by unnatural acts
of red and blue and yellow.
I can't see clearly through the haze.

>FuckDoll< · 02-24-04

FYI: this challenge is now going to take place every 2 weeks to give people extra time to join in. If it picks up a bit we can go back to every week.

Jobe · 02-27-04

Quote:

Originally Posted by >FuckDoll<

Image for week 2: - my own fights -by: Valentina Brostean (2002)

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flowed words
lips cursing
begat form of self
beaten shape old
morish sculpted lean
am I not a puzzle
color'd black
white fades
and left with
image

>FuckDoll< · 02-27-04

Jobesy Jobe! ('Bout time you finally got your ass to the smoke room!) I dig the poem doll, no shit, I'm usually kinda anal 'bout punctuation, but I'm trying to stop that, and your poem works well without it. Great stuff doll... now stick around damn it!

Jobe · 02-28-04

Well someone didn't agree with you and decided to drop my reputation and give the comment 'Crap'...

It didn't bother me thou, I have always written my poetry for myself and therefore critism is wasted on me.

I do know who it was thou, I'm clever like that, all I say to them is grow up...

>FuckDoll< · 02-28-04

bah... who nees 'em. If they did it anonymously, they're chicken shit, plain and simple. I dug it, nd I'm willing to step up and say so, so bah!

Jobe · 02-28-04

Thanks hun, but they could drop my rep to minus 1,00,000 it's not like it affects the world I live in...

...but some peeps are foolish like that.

Look forward to the next pic hun.

You and little J take care,

Jobe

>FuckDoll< · 03-01-04

Image for week 3: (photograph by Nitsa)

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Jobe · 03-01-04

still, racing
endless motion
trapped skin
a black & struggle
learning eyes
my child sees
all a world in wonder
yet all you see
is a question of
time...

white lily · **Crowds -** 03-01-04

Walking through the streets of a city
There are the people that are so busy
They don't have the time to smile at someone else
The ones who think they are invisable
Who cling to the edges of the crowd
The ones who are stopping to smell the flowers
But don't see the tears just below the surface
All these people
Trying to be noticed
Surrounded by strangers
Wanting to fit in
We all have the same goal
Wanting to fit into our own little place in the world
Wanting to be important in our own right
Not really knowing what that means
Trying not to draw unwanted attention to ourselves
Wanting to belong to something
To be special.
Yet we are all afraid to reach out
To make a connection
To make it real
To belong..........

white lily · 03-01-04

nice one jobe

laazarus · **Emotional Undead -** 03-14-04

Gaze upon this granite facade, the sarcophagus of emotion, deaths kiss has intomb me within.
Exiled from mankind for the crime of humanity, where every kindness, a hammer blow on lifes chisel of hate.
Selfless I abandond my soul, and forged my damnation, squandering my eternity on the zombies of society.
Lost within my crusade, forsaking destiny to the uncarring parasites of life, devouring my soul, infecting me with their cancer of unlife.
Mine eyes lamps of despair, shine forth beacons of hell, will-o-wisp of suffering lurring the foolish with illusions of salvation.
Tears like ice gouge my cheeks, with their hypocracies of the heart, scarring this desicated flesh with the jagged edges of hope and love.
Hearken to my wails of unholy anguish, So I might bathe in thea blood, and feast upon thyne torrtured screams, condemed to the legions of Emotional undead, whilst I drink of your destruction, and find solace in this oblivion of night.

Writen by me , but without Snapper's help it would have been venicular vomit, poetic puss or even literary disease!