Category: yearend poetry challenge
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66 Lothario
Poem 65 I slew five dragons for youwith a bic pen and A4 notebookwalking you to collegeboth ways uphillin thundersnowsof CO2 sleetswam the Ohio rivernude under the new moonin January to fetch your bagelscleaned out your stablesby diverting the Mississippiwhile slaying seven hydrasto gain the shield of Perseuswith which to defeat Medusawith whose headI stoned…
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Poem 62 O to be a fishsays the poet,incapable of drowning! But what of the drought?and the longingfor feathers? dm pitchford 12/27/23
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64 and Going
Poem 64 coffee is onyet not readyI wonder what’s in my head todayfingers eager on the keyboarddance to my heart’s staggeryellow daffodils in a green glass vasetease my memoryor perhaps my imaginationcontext eludesbut the image enduresthree yellow daffodilsclover-green glass vase dm pitchford 12/28/23
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Challenge Poem #57
what ode can I write of a Monday morningpredawn? seven hours until the guestsarrive, and so much is left undone. wehave prepared this and that – her vacancyhaunting here and there – the gifts are all wrappedand the tree proclaims our celebration: happy birthday, dear saviour, though the datemay be pagan inaccurate, Thy graceshall see…
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Challenge Poem #56 after WWordsworth
Composed Upon a Nameless Bridge, Dec 25, 2023 nothing more fair in darkness has this worldthat we dull of soul pass by daily anon —a sight untouching, missing touch of sununtil morning graces with skies unfurledin truth and beauty clad, painted in cloud-pearledKentucky blue – horses racing, they stunin their purebred pedigrees! and what nonecan…
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Challenge Poem #54
poetry, says the professor, is always a conversationalwaysas with most conversations, it is oftenand predominantlyone-sided what you must decide, as a poet – shouldyou decide to join the honored, infamous ranks –is how much and what end of the conversationyou write and in what or whose voice . . .and with whom is the conversation?the…
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Challenge Poem #53
I get itchyif I go too longwithoutwritingas though . . .the world can’t revolvesans wobbleuntil I spill wordsinto lines . . . no matterhow unbalancedor unartisticperhaps this is someancestral ritualmy dna demandsperhapsit is madnessor addiction dm pitchford 12/24/23
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challenge poem 49: Hypomania
it wasn’t your hypomania per senor your insane neediness for ego feedego greed, ohmygod,I understand need, I do so understandit was your toxic narcissismtaking without giving, taking and givingpoison for potionit was your pushing of buttonsafter I restrained my own toxic naturelearning to love as I learned of hateanger displaced upon one not guiltyit was…
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challenge poem 39
this may be hard for some to understand;though it seems, it is not suicidalideation: there is sometimes with mean urge, a strong impulsiveness, to die,not for the sake of forsaking life, no!but because curiosity and longingpull me toward that which comes after lifehas gone its course – much, yes, because this lifehas shit itself and…
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