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Re: Writing of the Fortnight

PostAuthor: silverfields2 » Sat Mar 04, 2017 2:53 am

Prompt: let me know the benefits of black ice. I can't find any.

Black Ice

Life lesson number twenty-two:
Not all that our eyes perceive is true.

Us Northerners (and I mean us that-
do not live in warmer flats),
often learn this from our twos.

Stepping out unaware and landing fully on our head.

Later on we learn to drive and often to our surprise
The world wrong-way-round is going by.

Nature’s ways are often cruel,
In-humane and old school.

It’s survival of the fittest then
(by that I mean, those that learn- win).
Our senses do not always rule.

It is possible to deceive ourselves.

A good thing to learn that what we believe
is not always a truth upon which to cleave.


Prompt: Might be fun to do little poems for avlis characters (without names of course) and see if people can guess who they're about?

Who's got a loin cloth that's short and stout?
_ _ _ _ _ _’s got a lion cloth that's short and stout.

Who comes around almost every night?
_ _ _ _ _ _ comes around almost every night.

Every night, no beard in sight

Must be _ _ _ _ _ _
Must be _ _ _ _ _ _
Must be _ _ _ _ _ _, _ _ _ _ _ _, _ _ _

Who wears boots and a splattered red?
_ _ _ _ _ _ wears boots and splattered red.

Who wears a bear cap on his head?
_ _ _ _ _ _ wears a bear cap on his head.

Bear on head, boots are red
Every night, no beard in sight

Must be _ _ _ _ _ _
Must be _ _ _ _ _ _
Must be _ _ _ _ _ _, _ _ _ _ _ _, _ _ _

Who's got a big red scary axe?
_ _ _ _ _ _'s got a big red scary axe.

Who talks this way, “hmmm, I see.”
_ _ _ _ _ _ talks this way, “hmmm, I see.”

“hmm, I see”, scary axe
Bear on head, boots are red
Every night, no beard in sight

Must be _ _ _ _ _ _
Must be _ _ _ _ _ _
Must be _ _ _ _ _ _, _ _ _ _ _ _, _ _ _

Who very soon will come our way?
_ _ _ _ _ _ very soon will come our way

Eight little huskies pull his sleigh
_ _ _ _ _ _'s little huskies pull his sleigh

Husky sleigh, come our way
“hmm, I see”, scary axe
Bear on head, boots are red
Every night, no beard in sight

Must be _ _ _ _ _ _
Must be _ _ _ _ _ _
Must be _ _ _ _ _ _, _ _ _ _ _ _, _ _ _

Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen,
Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen

Husky sleigh, come our way
“hmm, I see”, scary axe
Bear on head, boots are red
Every night, no beard in sight

Must be _ _ _ _ _ _
Must be _ _ _ _ _ _
Must be _ _ _ _ _ _, _ _ _ _ _ _, _ _ _
Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing, ring-ting tingle-ing, too
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "yoo hoo"
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Re: Writing of the Fortnight

PostAuthor: shae » Sat Mar 04, 2017 7:42 am

The Blackguard Laughed

A party of greedy adventurers
Went once to a Justicar's castle
To relieve him of his riches
Because he was such an asshole
The rogue looked low and high
Yet found no levers or plates
And called his adventurer buddies
Because obviously it was safe
The pit beside their smooth stone path
looked harmless even with those spikes
The Blackguard laughed, but then fell in
Because the real trap was black ice
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Re: Writing of the Fortnight

PostAuthor: Plethora » Mon Mar 06, 2017 9:17 am

The night was lost, the sky was black
Not a star shone down.. the world, a dark shadow, waiting for the dawn.
No last loving glance of moonlight, graces the land

..Yet Deep below the Black Ice, get colder.. and
.....darker..

I would agree with you, but then, we would both be wrong..
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Re: Writing of the Fortnight

PostAuthor: silverfields2 » Sat Apr 01, 2017 3:13 am

Robin in March snow
Don’t think about tomorrow
Living for today

Here’s your pretty girl
Love birds in the spring snow
Living for today

Why do I worry
Thinking about tomorrow
When I’ve got today

Grateful heart be glad
May is to be for flowers
April is for rain

Robins in March snow
Singing out their songs of love
Singing for today


Prompt: Might be fun to do little poems for avlis characters (without names of course) and see if people can guess who they're about?

Bards Just Want To Have Fun

I come home in the morning light
My mother says when you gonna live your life right
Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones
And bards they want to have fun
Oh bards just want to have fun

Here comes the top
The best of the crop
They call him Red Feather
and there’s no better
Put him on the spot
He’s hot, hot, hot

There’s a knock at the door in the middle of the night
My father yells what you gonna do with your life
Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one
But bards they want to have fun
Oh bards just want to have

She’s lean and mean
The naughty fay queen
She’ll turn your head
By buttering bread
Don’t need to explain it
You just need to ‘retain’ it!

That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Bards - they want to have fun
Oh bards just want to have fun

This one is no plain Jane
She’s been singing in the rain
Give it up, Give it up one and all
She ain’t no mouse and she ain’t no doll.
Pretty and kind and with a good heart
Basket of sweets and even a tart

Some boys take a beautiful bard
And hide her away from the rest of the world
I want to be the one to walk in the sun
Oh bards they want to have fun
Oh bards just want to have

You have your dank you have your dark
This traveling bard will leave her mark
This woman rocks and this woman rolls
She’ll sing to sleep all our souls
Everyone put your hands together
The lady of the black love letter.

That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Bards - they want to have fun
Oh bards just want to have fun,
They want to have fun,
They want to have fun...
Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing, ring-ting tingle-ing, too
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "yoo hoo"
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Re: Writing of the Fortnight

PostAuthor: silverfields2 » Wed May 03, 2017 2:51 am

I lost my mind in the April flowers
Trees still winter bare
Only blossoms and unborn buds
The first early butterflies looking there
The bees begin their summer work
The rains coming down in torrents
Spring floods for the amphibians
The Red-Winged Blackbirds and Robins
Stole my mind
And the Killdeer took my thoughts
Sweeping them away on the tempest of their singing
I ride along through the April sunshine
Horse hair shedding in my mouth
My pony’s steps the sound of sucking mud
Not the later-in-the-year hollow ringing
If I could think I would say
This is spring
But I have nothing but empty where
My thoughts should be
Nothing but empty in my red heart
Nothing but empty in my spring green belly
Only the white air in my lungs
Only blossoms and unborn buds
Only the motion of the pony
Only the song
Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing, ring-ting tingle-ing, too
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "yoo hoo"
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Re: Writing of the Fortnight

PostAuthor: silverfields2 » Sun Jun 04, 2017 11:04 pm

The Great Blue Heron
Practices Tai Chi hunting
At the water’s edge

~~||\\//~~

Pulling garden weeds
I decide what goes - what stays
A little goddess
Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing, ring-ting tingle-ing, too
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "yoo hoo"
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Re: Writing of the Fortnight

PostAuthor: silverfields2 » Thu Jul 06, 2017 1:09 am

One tractor parade
Cheered on by nodding daisies
And red-winged blackbirds
Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing, ring-ting tingle-ing, too
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "yoo hoo"
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Re: Writing of the Fortnight

PostAuthor: silverfields2 » Fri Aug 04, 2017 12:10 am

Purple sky and shaking Weeping willow
limbs. Oak trees bending in the winds. All of
my relationships built on fragile sticks.

Our connections in our shared breaths. Smelling
green and fresh with a hint of spearmints.

Pinned together by refrigerator
magnets, our caravans have soccer balls.

There are greasy handprints on our walls. While
we were keeping our dreams close to our hearts,
we were living our true lives in our true
bodies with our true hearts. It is really
alright that we were making it up all
along. We discovered and uncovered
so much. It is a real shame the young will
miss it all too busy living their true
lives in their true bodies with their true hearts.

~~||\\//~~

Time still haunts my every step. I cannot
escape the past nor present. Every sto-
ry is a rosemary memory scent-
ed with wintermint. Flowers gathered flow-
ers laid. The stones of graves cave in. The ghosts rise
again. I hunted for the end of time.

I hunted for the beginning. The sons
of gods beget daughters. Snow fell in the
winter. Rain fell on the river. Lakes
are just big pools of magic. We cannot
discern their depths.

Some people want to fly. Some people want
to dig. It is not my place to teach them
either even if I do both but I
still have my opinion. The rock is me
being me, the hard place is letting you
be you and still manage to make us both
better.

~~||\\//~~

Prompt: Write about how we have changed, and not changed since college...things that grow or shift and things that stay the same.

It was a deep dark purple lie to tell-
we could be anything and do well.

What was real what was really real
was we could never be nothing but ourselves
But being who we were could be grand.

We haven’t got the smarts, we haven’t got the looks
but damn we have the determination.

It was a bright cherry red lie to tell-
we could be anything and do well.

What was real what was really real
Was we could be the best of ourselves.

We can't be more but we can be less
And being less is meaningless.

It was a white hot lie to tell-
We could be anything and do well.

What was real what was really real
Everyday is our job, every fucking day is our job
and we have to keep showing up to be us
And it can be fun and we can go to bed tired.
Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing, ring-ting tingle-ing, too
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "yoo hoo"
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Re: Writing of the Fortnight

PostAuthor: silverfields2 » Mon Sep 25, 2017 1:34 am

Prompt: A rusty piece of metal

A long time ago, in a kingdom far
away, I held up my rusty piece of
metal to the king that never came.

Rising from my swamp, I went to slay the
fiend, unwilling to play Ophelia,
I was MacBeth instead.

Sancho spoke of dragons and Ladies in
the Lake, but when Disney bought this princess
they found a ghost in the machine.

My windmills were really giants and my
ceilings really glass and breathing under
water nearly broke my ass.

Barbie had her Venus and Athena
had her war and when Zeus came calling for
me, he sweet talked me out the door, but the
prize really went to Thor.

I will wear my spangles and I will wear
ribbons in my hair but I will be damned
if you will ever catch me bare.


Barn Buddies
Little cat you look so annoyed you tried
to share one of your toys. It wiggled and
ran and your disdain is plain, “You stupid
kitten what is your plan!” If you can’t hunt, must
I always bring you things to eat? See this
is the way it’s done! I’ll show you again!

The dream horses come floating across the
morning pasture the sun in my eyes and
they nuzzle the palms of my hands and lip
up little dream horse treats and the dream cats
twine themselves around my calves in pleasure
at my existence and there is one more
nose then I was expecting and it
nuzzles the palm of my hand with laughing
eyes and there is no more illusion as
I see Coyote laughing and leaping
and dancing in the bright morning sun and
nuzzling my palm for horse treats and he
winks because he knows that I know that he
knows that he is the trickster and he is
celebrating creation magic
which only a woman can truly understand
Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing, ring-ting tingle-ing, too
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "yoo hoo"
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