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Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 8
Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.
Topic : Write a poem inspired by an unlikely hero or antihero.
Form : Any
Line requirements: Eight or more.
Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish.
Questions?
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Apologia
No one believed him
when Lucifer said
it was only a question
of aesthetics,
the son of the morning
and his long, expansive wings.
The notion
of turning sideways
to enter a room
disgusted him,
as it never had
before. And he'd promised
himself if his harp
became entangled
in the green tendrils,
innocently following
the path laid out
by the trellis,
just once more,
that would be the end of it.
He hadn't anticipated
anyone would follow,
hadn't expected
what came tumbling after.
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Driver
Hero or antihero–
what to call him?
A man who crosses prairies
wider than the States’
and lonelier
proud of the Maple Leaf
despising and despised by
a government even worse.
Truck driver
beaten by
once-trusted Mounties:
hero fighting tyranny
of fake disease
or antihero who resists
public health
as defined
by tyrants?
Non-practicing atheist
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Not Your Garden Variety Manifesto
This time the shooter
was a woman--
legally, anyway.
God knows the testosterone
she'd binged on
to play the part of a man;
her final words
the scribblings
of a fourteen-year-old boy.
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11-09-2023, 08:06 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-09-2023, 08:09 AM by TranquillityBase.)
I’m thinking
these flies that have been following me
from room to room
strafing the walls and windows
are unlikely heroes.
They’ve been trapped in the house all day.
So I’m catching them one by one
with a sheet of paper and a water glass,
opening the door, setting them free
and each time I feel
a bit of freer myself.
(11-08-2023, 11:34 AM)Fearful Symmetry Wrote: Apologia
No one believed him
when Lucifer said
it was only a question
of aesthetics,
the son of the morning
and his long, expansive wings.
The notion
of turning sideways
to enter a room
disgusted him,
as it never had
before. And he'd promised
himself if his harp
became entangled
in the green tendrils,
innocently following
the path laid out
by the trellis,
just once more,
that would be the end of it.
He hadn't anticipated
anyone would follow,
hadn't expected
what came tumbling after.
Just a note to say this is one of my favorites so far. Well done
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All of the villains are misunderstood
A happy ending means everyone's wrong
They give up the fight and shake hands for good
This is how we share the same neighborhood
Not really to agree just get along
All of the villains are misunderstood
They always do what they believe they should
Sticking to principles means they are strong
They give up the fight and shake hands for good
There's nuance to war, but they could, they could
Before we all join together in song
All of the villains are misunderstood
There's nuance to war, each side surely would
Do the unthinkable, pawns in a throng
They give up the fight and shake hands for good
They won't even have to wash off the blood
of sacrifice so peace can be prolonged
All of the villains are misunderstood
They give up the fight and shake hands for good
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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TranquillityBase dateline='[url=tel:1699484790' Wrote: 1699484790[/url]']
I’m thinking
these flies that have been following me
from room to room
strafing the walls and windows
are unlikely heroes.
They’ve been trapped in the house all day.
So I’m catching them one by one
with a sheet of paper and a water glass,
opening the door, setting them free
and each time I feel
a bit of freer myself.
Fearful Symmetry dateline='[url=tel:1699410882' Wrote: 1699410882[/url]']
Apologia
No one believed him
when Lucifer said
it was only a question
of aesthetics,
the son of the morning
and his long, expansive wings.
The notion
of turning sideways
to enter a room
disgusted him,
as it never had
before. And he'd promised
himself if his harp
became entangled
in the green tendrils,
innocently following
the path laid out
by the trellis,
just once more,
that would be the end of it.
He hadn't anticipated
anyone would follow,
hadn't expected
what came tumbling after.
Just a note to say this is one of my favorites so far. Well done
Thanks!
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11-09-2023, 08:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-09-2023, 08:42 PM by RiverNotch.)
she scribbles verses on the back of napkins,
leaves them for the waitstaff to collect:
her way of giving back to all the beggars
in her life, she knows that she'll be famous
soon. her bedroom shelves are nearly empty:
spaces for the medals she'll receive
for all the treasures she puts out for free
on Amazon, foremost, and then wherever
there are people who will come and read.
there is nothing else for her: she is,
with every ink-stained fiber of her being,
