NaPM April 29 2013

[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 29: Tell a "Big Fat Fucking Lie" as billy would put it.  As a poem, have your narrator lie to us.

Form : any
Line requirements: 10 lines or more.

Questions?

[billy]

this will be very hard....see what i did there will do on elater, only two days to go

[milo]

what are you going to do when NaPM ends?

[Todd]

Ralph's Interview

This isn't the first time
you've evacuated children like us.
Before the bomb, we were safe
inside closets of snowy forest
with our talking lion;
it isn't an allegory. The beast
always talks. We were much the same
as those before. We collected
sea shells, and danced to the heartbeat
of the world. When hungry,
we ate pig, and dreamed
of our parents.

[billy]

enjoyable yet sad todd, reminds me of narnia and Lord o t flies.

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what are you going to do when NaPM ends?

masturbate a lot more

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Octogenarian Wife

I love your saggy tits
and the slackness of your arse.
The way you remove your teeth to blow me

I close my eyes and think of Nicki Minaj

playing connect the liver-spots on your flabby arm
makes me hard, i love the feel of leather.
under my hand, your plastic hip joint comes to life.

I close my eyes and think of Nicki Minaj

After thirteen kids your body's still lithe
the curve of your spine is such a turn on
the hump, sexually exotic.

I close my eyes and think of Nicki Minaj

[cidermaid]

Forgot to say how much I enjoyed your offering yesterday Billy. Was it a luc Bat (ish)? Anyway got me off to the start of one, but then the day took a turn down the pan...(Daughter's pet dog died and then car was re-possessed ), so creativity went with it. (But then your effort for today made me smile so I'm still ok)

The tourist season here is best.
After a winter rest, it’s nice
when the traffic is at a peek,
My heart will skip a beat, for joy
at the summer tailbacks.
With their cars like coloured snail tracks,
all over the moors. It’s so sweet -
they can’t reverse. What a treat,
to repeatedly back up. Their cute
little faces peeping , a horn toot
greeting and then a friendly smile.
I’d go an extra mile, to ease
their journey and then will be pleased
to offer free cream teas, to bless
with my best from the west (country).

[billy]

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i never wrote it to a form so if it resembles one it's pure luck
the cream tea in yours makes my hungry for a cream cake (they don't sell em here ) a pretty snippet of a west country summer.

[NakedBear]

Sorry billy, my theme is a lot like yours 'cause I'm a lout without any imagination.

Incidently, I googled Nicki Minaj and think I've learned a lot more about you as a human being (well, as a man, anyway - lol)

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It really doesn’t matter
if she’s there or not.
Her presence doesn’t matter,
or mean an awful lot.
Did I notice she’s so tall?
No. I only notice you.
She hasn’t got a wedding ring?
Is that really true?
So what if she’s so slender,
and you are rather thick?
No! No! You’ve got me wrong:
I really do not want her on my dick!