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Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 23
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 nightmare.
Form : Any
Line requirements: 8 or more
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Living Nightmare
Sometimes when I lay my head,
Surrender to restful slumber,
I wonder if I will suddenly wake
In the body of a stranger.
Long red curls, maybe freckles,
A life of chaos and grief.
What I am was all a dream,
And suddenly I must face
Darker days and a scary world,
For this life was my safe place.
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Wake up when the mermaid pierces
bicep with the foaming rolling tide
of wind, seashell shovel splatters.
Dirted eyes and snotted nose,
advil liquid aqua rose
feather marble purple cactus lather.
Drooling in your girlfriend's bed
withered, broken, underfed,
mucus muscle mesmerizing patter.
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I had another nightmare
I hate the way they end
The way i bust out of there
So rude el ly awakened
It's a legitimate scare
Action adventure pretend
A game where I'm the main player
I just want to find out what happened
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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Nightmare Track
Strangest and almost latest
was this dream: recalled
to active duty, in full uniform
dining in mess halls, haircuts,
the whole nine yards. Except...
it was all played for comedy
a sitcom from the Eighties.
Final scene: giving a briefing
on local hazards, drink and driving
with a stupid catchy slogan
(made up right in the dream)
then realizing how impossible
the situation was and waking
as the laugh track swelled.
Non-practicing atheist
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Thirty minutes getting there
from church, twice that time
to find a parking spot, then heading home
thrice when forty
would normally do, and it's a Saturday night.
Don't call this asphalt "roads"
because roads connect, don't call this mass
of glass and metal "traffic"
because traffic moves.
