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alright...here is the next installment of the challenge...hope you like it!

i got the idea from www.writingfix.com and here is how it works...

write a free verse poem depicting one minute in time, right before something happens. you must incorperate Onomatopoeia into your peice. the moment can be any one you chose and remember, alot can happen in 1 minute.

here are a couple definitions for those who may not know...these are taken from:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Free_verse

Free verse (also at times referred to as vers libre) is a term describing various styles of poetry that are not written using strict meter or rhyme, but that still are recognizable as 'poetry' by virtue of complex patterns of one sort or another that readers will perceive to be part of a coherent whole.[1]


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onomatopoeia

Onomatopoeia (occasionally spelled onomatopœia) is a word or a grouping of words that imitates the sound it is describing, suggesting its source object, such as "click," "buzz," or "bluuuh," or animal noises such as "oink", "quack", or "meow".


i think this could be interesting so have fun with it and remember...1 minute in time...

i hope this is finding you all well!

nick

alright i'll start...
here goes.


Goodbye
©9/6/07 Nicholaus Billings

Tears fall from innocent eyes,
Splash, splash, splash,
Creating a sea in which I am drowning.

Hand on the doorknob
Fighting the mighty current,
Hanging on for dear life.

This moment lasts forever,
The seconds dragging on,
Tiiccckkkk, tooccckkkk,
Tiiccckkkk, tooccckkkk.

An agonizing eternity
To speak one word…

Goodbye.

I'm gonna leave this one alone, because I know what comes out will be worth waiting for.

anyone else?

I will soon- need to get to that creative place.

She sits huddled on the grass,
facing the woods.

flutter, flutter, flutter

As her eyes blink,
her tears fall,
Plop, plop, plop, plop,
soaking the inner thigh
of her worn out jeans.

All of a sudden,
whooooooosh.
The wind picks up.
Her long brown hair
moves like serpants
licking her face.

Clink-ting, clink-ting, clink-ting, clink-ting.
The windchimes on the porch
play an angry melodic tune.

She embraces the wind,
Consumed by its power.

Silence.
As quickly as it began,
it was gone

And so was she
sigh

HiDee Brother Nick!

Just had time to pen this baby...then realized I'd forgotten "Free Verse" doesn't need rhymes. Gulp...too late...sue me..heh! Let's try something "Free" in the Typography Dept' to make up for it:

hOOGADA-bOOGADA, wHEEZE & wHINE
(mY oIL-sTARVED eNGINE'S lOSIN' ITS mIND!)
gROANIN',mOANIN', lISTEN T' hER gRIND?
kNOW THAT tOW-tRUCK CAN'T bE fAR-bEHIND!

oOOH, nOW iT'S sPEWIN' A bIG bLACK cLOUD!
aND THAT hOOGADA-bOOGADA'S gETTIN' rEAL lOUD!
tHEN, lIKE sIMMERIN' sAND, tHE oIL rINGS nOW
gRIND-TO-a-hALT, 'nEATH tHE eNGINE'S cOWL
(& wITH eACH sCORCHED pISTON...
mY wALLET'S mISSIN'!)

(c) 2007, Stan Good

Ok I'll give it a go

The bus stop

Hustle bustle
The daily grind
Bump thump people go by
Honk beep cars race through

Plop plop feet go
walking through the rain
Stomp stomp late again
blink blink Traffic light changes

Stomp stomp screech honk
wham aaahhh splush
The bus didn't stop

Ok I didn't even realize it, but I just about summed up the plot to a recent Will Ferrel movie "Stranger than fiction" A good movie bye the way. Oops that sounded like a plug! I am in no way related to Will Ferrel I assure you .

I'm thinking! Hm..... think think think...
Great entries, everyone!
Linda

bro stan!

so glad to see ya stop in here and give this a go! always looking for more traffic over here...i think this is great (not the circumstance,rather the writing ). i hope this is finding you well and hope to see more of ya round these here parts!

nick

annie (hope thats ok!)
what an emotional picture you paint. wonderfully tragic. i love your style and use of imagery...keep it up! i hope this is finding you well!

nick

derek

sorry you missed the bus, man! lol! great job! glad to see that some are joining in! hope this is finding you well and look forward to reading more of your stuff (got some catching up to do. and by the way, a late welcome to this board if i missed ya!

nick

Hi again Nicholaus

I am glad you caught the humor in this one lol. I wasn't sure about posting one in thie medium but I wanted to try it and I really liked the use of sounds to covey images. I haven't tried another one but thank you for broadening all our horizons with this fun challenge!
Sincere Blessings
Derek

Not sure this quite fits the bill, but here goes:

Bangkok

In Bangkok,
horns honk,
bananas fry,
rice steams,
sweat oozes,
and masses
hurl themselves
into the streets.

In the market
flies scuttle,
on fetid meat,
which sits in raw anticipation
of who
will buy the flying squirrel,
or bloody chicken,
this shiny snake,
and those live birds.

Will you consume,
or swallow,
this live pulsing world,
while its heart beats,
and feet pound out a pulse,
along with tires,
and oil frying
in a cart
on the sidewalk?

Feast the eyes,
on bald monks,
barefoot,
bowing past you,
as their goldnrod robes billow
in the hot wind.

I get this feeling.

I get this feeling, not an allergy or puppy love or internal bleeding or snowflakes on my tounge or anything familiar, which is a very good thing.
I get this feeling, not like sucking on pennies not like running my fingers through fur not like being shot in the shoulder not like a woman's calf against my thigh not like tomaine poisoning or a good sweat or fucking good or fucked up.
I get this feeling. Gonna be a great year.
Rich Courage wolfbearer7@hotmail.com


Nick, nice idea - R.C.

Not sure if i like this or not, a token effort at least
oh and great idea Wendy D!

Dawn
(c)copyright EAHolland 2008

Rolling eyes. A bead of sweat.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
A person shouts, a dog outside:
Bark. Bark. Bark.
She grips, he winces, they stare.
Tick. Tock. Tick.
Cold metal, stark walls
Time slows, breath stalls
She grips, he winces, they stare.
A pained gasp, devoted care
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Someone arrives
worried they'll miss it
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
The moment drags,
Sweat trickles
Clock ticks
Then
She grips, he winces, they stare
Their newborn
Screams!

One minute in the life of Feodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky
by Samuel Harris

"Soldiers, take a knee. Fyodor, have you any final words? No?
Then ask forgiveness from your god for the state will not forgive you"

Whispering....I am a poet and a simple mortal
This is my task, to stay human. Do not falter
My skin is freezing. Finish it please.

"Dostoevsky, Feodor Mikhailovich… for participating in criminal plans and spreading of the letter written by Belinsky, which is full of impudent words against the Russian Orthodox church and Supreme power, and for the attempt at spreading other writings against the government… is deprived of all rights… and is sentenced to death by shooting.”

Life, life is everywhere, life is inside us…
There will be people beside me,
and to be a man among people is to remain a man forever…
that is life, that is the task of life
God, into your hands I place my soul

"Soldiers, shoulder you arms...take aim.....
"Dostoevsky, your execution is commuted. Guard, remove the blindfold.
Dostoevsky, Feodor Mikhailovich… for participating in criminal plans and spreading of the letter written by Belinsky, which is full of impudent words against the Russian Orthodox church and Supreme power, and for the attempt at spreading other writings against the government… is deprived of all rights… and is sentenced to 4 years of hard labor."

I am a poet and a simple mortal
This is my task, to stay human. Do not falter.
No matter what comes next.
To live without Hope is to cease to live.
I will live.

Haven't penned a poem, but I liked the concept of the challenge. Oh, this should be posted with a high-sugar content warning.
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Asking for scraps, gulls screech above our heads.

Waves rudely introduce themselves to the shore. "BAM, we're here." Then depart on a different note. "Swoosh, see ya later."

The sea breeze whips the words from our mouths and sets them on a distant dune.

We walk to the water's edge. Sea foam and sand blend, covering our feet. Sea foam bubbles pop; listen carefully, you can hear them.

A wave of unexpectedness smashes against our legs. Your trepidation lasts until I find your hand again. Then you laugh, laugh at the wave. Laughter turns to wonder.

"Mommie, I tasted the ocean," you shout over the gulls. "It's salty!"

"Yes, sweetie, it is."

The wave recedes and the sea bubbles reappear.

"Do you know that the bubbles talk?" I ask. A ship in the nearby channel answers with a booming, "BBBBBBBBBBBaloney." A buoy echoes the same sentiment. "Clink, clonk, you're wrong." You agree with the ship and the buoy.

"Really, listen to them," I say. SWOOSH, the next wave spreads its layer of foam around our feet. Bubbles start to pop. We stoop down, ears inches from foam. "Today, all by himself, Jimmie learned that the ocean is salty."

"Oh, mommie!" You shout in disbelief. But you listen a little longer than necessary, then scamper toward the sand, anxious for the next discovery.

*********************
The woosh of the wind
The patter of the rain
I'm standing here
soaking it all in

The rumblings in my stomach
Is it hunger or fear?
The grumblings of the crowd
reflects my unspoken mind

The sobbing of a child
makes me think of others
the beep of a horn
takes me by surprise

The screech of the tires
The creak of the door
the push towards the front
let's me know the bus is here
******************************

After I got done, I see someone else used "wind -- woosh" and derek used a bus stop also. "Is there nothing new in the world?", I moan in frustration.

Kevin

Why does this have a sticky? Doesn't seem to make any sense.

I don't know Kevin.

I must admit even after all my years on the net I don't quite know what a sticky is? I liked your poem though. Yes I did use bus stop, but It was all in fun lol.
Derek

Anyone know what happened to Nicholaus?
Derek

Nick!

How about this?


She touches my arm, and
my fingers go numb
i can feel her anticipation
as she searches the cabin
wrecked, smashed,

she walked from Jacksonville
when i told her my truck died.
though that was just a story to buy time.
i feel she can sense what is about to to become.

she says that the mess is enough
to expect to find a body
underneith it all
as i raise my knife
i silently agree

-cheers
steve

I just discovered this challenge. Kinda late, but hey, I'm new here. I don't know if the thread's got any life left, but I couldn't resist taking a shot. So here goes.

Silent night. Right.
Christmas Eve, but SWAT never sleeps.
We roll up at 11:59. Jackie’s back. The King of Crack.
Snow White. Winter Wonderland disguise on the barrio shack.
I cover the back.
“Police! Open up!” Shots and shouts. Running and gunning.
Bang. “What was that?” Bang. “There he is!”
BOOM! Sudden explosion. BOOM! The door blows open.
“I got him! I got him!”
We wrestle for the gun. POW! “Who’s hit? Who’s hit?”
We fall together. Snow angels. Red begins to spread.
Tick tock. It’s Christmas.

Hey Calm Dog.. your piece sounds just like a Rap song. Do you Rap?

Brian

Hey Brian,
I just caught your post. Me rap? Not even a little bit - i just couldn't resist a challenge. I'll admit that, at some point, I must have flashed on Def Poetry Jam - saw that a couple of times.

Thanks for the read.

Keith