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Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 21
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 a collectible.
Form : Any
Line requirements: 8 or more
Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish.
Questions?
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To gather together
a museum of one's own
is to define oneself
for a little eternity
but also to bind oneself
to time and its theft
of all that’s left
of the too soon sacred,
the finally profane.
The Chevalier Quixote Jackson
a laryngologist for 75 years
collected from patients
items inhaled or swallowed:
nails, screws, buttons,
dentures, toys, padlocks,
rosaries, crucifixes, poker chips,
squirrel vertebrae
and a miniature trumpet.
2,374 objects in all.
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Batman
In the pages of time's forgotten tale,
Rests an old Batman comic, weathered and frail.
A relic of my youth, a treasure to behold,
A gift from my father, a story yet untold.
On a journey to Nova Scotia's distant shore,
He found this comic and left it by my door.
With each turn of the page, a memory unfurled,
A reminder that heroes can exist in this world.
For within the inked lines and vibrant hues,
Lies a narrative of courage, of justice pursued.
But as I gaze upon this relic of my past,
I realize it's my father who was the hero, steadfast.
He was just a man, with no cape and no cowl,
Yet he possessed a strength that I’d like to have now.
His love, his guidance, his unwavering support,
He was the superhero, I never knew that I sought.
So as I hold this comic, with reverence and pride,
I'll remember the hero who stood by my side.
In this dusty old book from a dusty old draw,
I'll never forget what I loved him for.
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Sparkies (Name-dropping)
Don’t want to set
the world on fire–
merely own a Masonlite
or barring that
a Thorens double-claw
(single-claw might do
but never mind Vedette)
and so on down-list:
Dome-style Kaschie
and a Negebauer
(not the knight or cannon!)
Working further down
an Evans lift-arm
and a Rama-spin
in better condition...
and a Regeliter with
all its jewels in place.
Old cigarette igniters,
“petrol” lighters
intersecting engineering
and production metal-art
with sparks struck on
ferrocerium, cleaned, lubricated,
fueled and working.
That’s to collect!
Smoke? Never!
 Non-practicing atheist
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It started with the 64.
Sturdy. Reliable, a handful of solid games.
Then I saw a trisystem
Regular Nintendo, Sega, and super nes in 1
Remember those games?
my wife found I'd never played guitar hero
So we got a Playstation 2
Then I discovered Lego games with batman
And had to have them all.
Which meant getting a wii, a few new marios
I was given an xbox 360
By a skyrim enthusiast with several in a box
And when they went on sale
Got a switch for the Mario's and family time
Of course steam on pc
But it's not a console, I don't like the keyboard
I forgot Gameboy and DS
Cause I did have to catch all the pokemon
Is that it? Phone games
Probably take up 90% of all my game time
That's it. That's it...
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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Numismatics
Looking back, it seems
a strange hobby
for twelve-year-old boys.
It started with Mountie quarters,
Indian head pennies
and Buffalo nickels.
In the 70's, there was still treasure
in pocket change, still silver
in naive exchanges with grocers.
We'd present a dollar bill
for a ten cent pack of gum
just to see what loot we got back.
Even when we came up empty
we still broke even
and the jackpots were many.
Forty years later
we still check our change,
still chew gum
and still pan for gold.
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The old Nintendo games are gathering dust
in my parents basement tv stand.
Every few years around Christmas,
my sisters and I blow on the cartridges
and save princess Peach,
throwing fire and flapping tail
to lift the sand inside an hourglass.
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11-25-2023, 12:14 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-25-2023, 12:15 AM by RiverNotch.)
The English language is a gateway drug
to learning other tongues, it borrows words
as liberally as London "borrows" funds
from the grim North, power from Wales, and food
from starving Irish farmers. The "only" problem:
Dante could make his Tuscan epic sing
for more than a thousand lines of Terza rima,
identical endings in French may be sustained
for much more than four lines, but greedy English
rhymes cheap when easy, overdone when hard.
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