NaPM April 4 2014

[milo]

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.

Topic 4: Today's topic is actually a popular prompt on many different writing groups. Write a poem inspired by a favourite book or story.
Form : any
Line requirements: 8 lines or more

Questions?

[ChristopherSea]

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.

Topic 4: Today's topic is actually a popular prompt on many different writing groups. Write a poem inspired by a favourite book or story.
Form : any
Line requirements: 8 lines or more

Questions?

Shoot, I already put two of them in my NaPM April 1st post.

[ellajam]

Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins
(finally, a bandaloop poem for dale)

When I fear I've been sucked dry,
a crouton drifting in life soup,
my joie de vivre in short supply
I dance a rousing bandaloop.
Accordions play in my brain,
a tango mixed up with a polka--
at once the weight begins to drain,
no need for whiskey, pot or coca.
I push back furniture and rug
to let my spirit skip and whoop
then pause to jump and jitterbug,
breathe out as lungs cry "Bandaloop!"
Dissolved, the bonds that ache and tether;
my heart as weightless as a feather.

[milo]

Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins
(finally, a bandaloop poem for dale)

When I fear I've been sucked dry,
a crouton drifting in life soup,
my joie de vivre in short supply
I dance a rousing bandaloop.
Accordions play in my brain,
a tango mixed up with a polka--
at once the weight begins to drain,
no need for whiskey, pot or coca.
I push back furniture and rug
to let my spirit skip and whoop
then pause to jump and jitterbug,
breath out as lungs cry "Bandaloop!"
Dissolved, the bonds that ache and tether;
my heart as weightless as a feather.

Ha! This is great!

[ellajam]

Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins
(finally, a bandaloop poem for dale)

When I fear I've been sucked dry,
a crouton drifting in life soup,
my joie de vivre in short supply
I dance a rousing bandaloop.
Accordions play in my brain,
a tango mixed up with a polka--
at once the weight begins to drain,
no need for whiskey, pot or coca.
I push back furniture and rug
to let my spirit skip and whoop
then pause to jump and jitterbug,
breath out as lungs cry "Bandaloop!"
Dissolved, the bonds that ache and tether;
my heart as weightless as a feather.

Ha! This is great!

That book's a goldmine, I'll have to add this to my mangelwurzel thread.
I wasn't sure if polka/coca threw it off, but I lightened up enough not to care.

[Erthona]

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Bob Dylan "Chronicles: Volume One"
.
.
I read your Chronicles: Volume One,
didn’t sound like you
was having too much fun,
spinning it out on HWY 61.
Though you sing triplets with ease
you couldn’t do just as you pleased
cause the beat was always in two!
What'cha gonna do now baby blue?

[billy]

Fuck Me the Egyptians Are Coming aka something else

God prescribed two tablets
few poeple could swallow.
The contradictions
distastful to say the least.
One side effect turned the hair of moses;
white trash and idolitors left constipated
as the milk and honey turned a bit.
Funny how how they think God
removed them from bondage

[Erthona]

Fuck Me the Egyptians Are Coming aka something else

God prescribed two tablets
few poeple could swallow.
The contradictions
distastful to say the least.
One side effect turned the hair of moses;
white trash and idolitors left constipated
as the milk and honey turned a bit.
Funny how how they think God
removed them from bondage

Amazingly, sometimes you can be an insightful old tart,
rather than someone who just plays with himself
cause no one else will! Of course your spelling could improve.

dale

[Keith]

Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption (Hope Springs Eternal) Stephen King



Library Brooks

For the first time in months
my hands are steady.
I know now I'm ready,
my suit is pressed Sunday best.

The paper bags I fill each day
are as empty as the room
in which I sit marooned,
without the chance of passing ships.

The books I pushed are all but blank,
perhaps they map my thoughts
on plans of getting caught,
meet my friends and shake their hands.

Each morning I try to shine my shoes,
today they step on table tops,
unable to care about the drop,
this knot was tied as I left my cell.

The plasters soft and falls away,
chiseled with a simple knife
I waiver rights to an unwanted life.
Brooks was here...returning my book.

[ChristopherSea]

the three stigmata of palmer eldritch
by Philip K. Dick

We need our Can-D

No one important
heeded global warming;
it was merely scientific curiosity,
left wing propaganda,
some tree-hugger’s mantra.
Sea levels rose with populations,
land became scarce and sweltering hot.

We were drafted as colonists,
forced to abandon our homes
for the outer planets
and a change of weather,
for spaciousness and adventure,
to breathe again. We were not passionate
pioneers or hardened journeyman.
We weren't prepared for grueling labor,
the desolation of isolation
or utter boredom of colonial life.

We escaped
by the only means we had,
by imbibing in Can-D
and using simulation layouts
that others dreamed up for us.
We left our bodies in our cots
to share in the good life
as Perky Pat and Walt,
our beloved surrogates.

[shemthepenman]

after Capitalisme et Schizophrénie: L'anti-Oedipeand et Mille plateaux

the flea had a handle
that became my father
becoming-mOther
becoming-Sartre
becoming-Other
becoming-me.

I didn't have a bike,
but I didn't lack a bike;
the road was blocked, is all,
you see?

the flea plugged the hole
that plugged the flower
that plugged the bee

that stung the mOther
who invented father
who invented me.

I didn't have a bike
but, i didn't lack a bike;
the road was blocked, is all,
you see?

the flea left traits of flight
that left my womb
inside her room
outside the book
that sneaked a look
at everything I write.

I didn't have a bike
but, I didn't lack a bike;
the road was blocked, is all,
you see?

[milo]

after Capitalisme et Schizophrénie: L'anti-Oedipeand et Mille plateaux

the flea had a handle
that became my father
becoming-mOther
becoming-Sartre
becoming-Other
becoming-me.

I didn't have a bike,
but I didn't lack a bike;
the road was blocked, is all,
you see?

the flea plugged the hole
that plugged the flower
that plugged the bee
that stung the mOther
who invented father
who invented me.

I didn't have a bike
but, i didn't lack a bike;
the road was blocked, is all,
you see?

the flea left traits of flight
that left my womb
inside her room
outside the book
that sneaked a look
at everything I write.

I didn't have a bike
but, I didn't lack a bike;
the road was blocked, is all,
you see?

I love this right here. Well done. 'nuff said. I am going to read it a few more times now but i would definitely keep this one and workshop it.

[milo]

The Ant and the Chrysalis an Aesop Fable

Along a patch of forest floor a giant strides
(well, giant for an ant) past a chrysalis and stops
and not familiar yet with seasons or their chrysalides
he ponders, pokes it with a leg, then hops
back. “What poor sad thing is this? It cannot climb
the highest trees like me, it cannot run
through grass or skitter through the dirt for fun,
can only lay, a prisoner to its shell.” In time

his travels bring him by that way again
to find a dried and vacant husk. “Now all
that’s left is just this shell. “ A butterfly
shades him from overhead and then
flies off. He stay there feeling less - but why?
A giant for an ant but still quite small

[Truerenigma]

Exodus

400 years under the shadows of monoliths,
a nation of warriors marches like ants now
with granite and sandstone packed on our backs.

Where are the so-called gods who fathered these fancy sphinxes adorned in gold and
calling themselves godkings? About immortal as the scorpions
I crush beneath my heal on my daily trek across the desert
if the watchdog with the whip was any relation - I caught him alone
and struck him head to stone;
he'll not whip another again.
Raid the stores and exit toward the river

when the children of the Sun fall beneath my staff; take gold and wares for trade,
and every bronze arrowhead and blade; light a torch that night to
signal you've made camp,
then tiptoe to the shore;
meet me there before the tide

and I'll take you to the Holy Land.

[cidermaid]

The rest of the week wasn’t too bad – (The bear facts)

They returned from the court
no longer distraught;
A criminal had been caught, and taught
the meaning of justice.
The end – or so they thought.

She returned with a mended chair
under the supervision and care
of a warden dressed in mohair with blond hair.
With an odd stare she promptly
declared she had to be elsewhere.

No worries the court was a warrantor
for any work of the obligor.
She set too on the floor with hack-saw
before she tore from her bag
a large claymore.

She said she’d returned for the dough
from the intro job in Bordeaux.
With much bravo (and smelling and Ouzo)
the ill-gotten stash,
was for her escrow account in Oslo.

Although it was sought,
she was unaware of the glassware
eye and the nail claw on the floor by the trapdoor;
all Goldie found was a memo.

“The dough from Bordeaux
I claim as my score by local bylaw.
Now I am heir and a billionaire
I think we should abort our sisterly sport.
Love Ann”.

A Bad Week for the Three Bears. Tony Bradman (Author), Jenny Williams (Illustrator)
A children’s rhyming story book

[Mopkins]

To The Salesman-

I’m here to buy a phone booth
At least to have a look
I want what Dr Who has got
I read it in a book...
No actually the telly, but anyway you see
I really want a Tardis to escape reality.

Can one still buy them nowadays
reasonably priced?
Do they come in different colors?
Can you give any advice?
Suppose you don’t hire-purchase them,
would you take a credit card?
I can’t see any in the shop,
Do you keep them in the yard?

Are they classified as mobile phones?
(How mobile can you get?)
Are they internet assisted?
Is there room to put a pet?
Oh please say that you have one-
it need not be that flash...
I really want it badly and
I’ll pay you now in cash.