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A fountain pen in motion Its words, in black, are still. Yet, one day, the pen will stay for words to move its will. This poem was entitled “Write a Will, You Chucklefucks” by Azza Bamboo.
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Feb 3, 2020 15:51
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wait did I just hide a limerick in four lines hahahahahahaha if your death poem doesn't beat an oddly formatted limerick I feel bad for you.
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Feb 3, 2020 16:05
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Heed this to prevent our begrudging Fast judging is good judging
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Feb 8, 2020 18:33
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I'm not mad. I made the verse and when I tried to add to it, it seemed to subtract from it, so I threw it out as is.
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Feb 8, 2020 23:44
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PROMPT Post right on my parted tits, please rose ovals meet pearl tears' pouring release overflowing melting pathways that pass right over my plumpish tummy, pulsating round overwhelming movement pleasant tasting, prime raunchy odour, my person tires, pants, relaxes, offers my "post" too
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Feb 9, 2020 00:29
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sephiRoth IRA posted:
Let's go!
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Feb 9, 2020 00:32
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Maugrim posted:All the greatest artists are tortured souls, so you're just fitting in!  in
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Feb 9, 2020 02:29
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Firstly, in. Secondly: I'm going to ask for a bit of an elaboration on this, because it's a completely novel concept to me and I don't want to get this too wrong. I get the feeling it's like you're sat with the book, a pair of scissors and a glue stick trying to arrange a text into poetry. Are we allowed to add any words or is it just that: cutting, pasting, arranging like a collage only with words instead of images?
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Feb 10, 2020 01:04
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Forgotten British Rule We don’t wear armour suits in parliament. We should practice archery once a week, then drive our geese through London’s city streets. These rules, still in force, many remember. Forgotten her Majesty’s government’s Official Department for Transport is. In particular their Highway Code’s most forgotten Rule One Hundred and Three. Signals Warn and Inform other persons of your intended actions on the road. Road Users should always give clear signals With plenty of time before changing course, stopping, or moving off, remembering one thing: Signalling does not give priority.
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Feb 10, 2020 15:37
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Brawl poem As Spring Comes. Exchange of seasons over rolling moors. Harsh winter’s final winds drink our skin’s heat. This warmth spring’s early beaming sun restores, along bright fields of golden waving wheat. This path whose earth does fill the tread of shoes, bears marks of those who fell before my walk. Wet earth that slips like grease, and thus I choose to tread the grass’ green emerging stalks. To crest hills tall and face blue open sky, where roaring winds like waves do crash and flow. Embrace this tide with open arms that I might dance like purple creeping phlox below. I hold the winter’s winds at season’s end. All seasons, harsh or fair, are welcome friends.
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Feb 13, 2020 14:20
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Maugrim posted:a pleasant meter such as iambs or anapaests Funny how that worked out
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Feb 13, 2020 14:30
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Thanks for the crit. I don't get this word order stuff and I'm rearranging the words around the French knife not really seeing that it sounds insane at all. Nonetheless I'll try to abide this rule because the language is full of this arbitrary crap I don't really get. Is there an explanation for why or how it's wrong? I ask because the author of your passage relies on the assumption that anything else sounds insane, and I'm not getting that. I'd rather understand what's going on than have to sit with the list, checking my adjectives every time. Azza Bamboo fucked around with this message at 08:58 on Feb 14, 2020 |
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Feb 14, 2020 08:38
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To be fair I've had a working class upbringing in an old dying industrial town and now I work in factories with mainly people who don't speak English as their first language. I wouldn't be surprised if I process language differently to the kind of degree-having city dweller that normally writes the books we read. I might just have to use a list.
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Feb 14, 2020 10:19
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Ach that's my fault. I didn't realise documentary meant documenting a person's experience. I thought it was just documenting a subject, like nature documentaries or there's even a documentary on the history of Yamaha in the front of my motorcycle's service manual. I was trying to co-opt the style of that kind of "for your information" documentary to share something I think people need to know. It probably borders on mockumentary at that point. Anyway, thants for the crit. Azza Bamboo fucked around with this message at 01:32 on Feb 19, 2020 |
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Feb 19, 2020 01:30
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in To Be Sung From Both Sides Of A Misery Whip Lumberjack was high up the tree Curled right back as the wind blew free Threw him out to the deep blue sea And we never saw its lumber But there’s not a thing we haven’t seen before There’ll be wood to cut, of that we can be sure As, for every tree, there’s a hundred more To provide us all our lumber Ox driver had loaded his cart Took to the reins while pissed as a fart The roadside ditch tore his wheels apart And we never saw his lumber But there’s not a thing we haven’t seen before There’ll be wood to cut, of that we can be sure As, for every tree, there’s a hundred more To provide us all our lumber The huntsmen had slain a wild boar They cooked the beast on the forest floor Their forest burned from the fields to the moor And we never saw its lumber But there’s not a thing we haven’t seen before There’ll be wood to cut, of that we can be sure As, for every tree, there’s a hundred more To provide us all our lumber
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Mar 11, 2020 16:01
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If you're struggling to hear the poem out loud, it can be fit into the tune of "Skip to my Lou." That's not how I heard it in my head, but it works.
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Mar 11, 2020 20:31
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I just want to thank everyone who turned up to witness my amazing victory. And now on to the prompt: A Peculiar Feeling I want this week (and a few days) to be a bit of fun and something that's hopefully not intimidating at all. I want you to write me a Limerick. I'm not requiring crude humor, but I'm not going to ban it either. The only real requirement is that it's a poem of five lines following the traditional meter and rhyming pattern of a limerick. Have fun! Hellrule: If you want a challenging flash, I'll give you the first line of the limerick which will read something like "There once was a [man/woman] [called/from] [flash]" remember, this line will determine most of your poem's rhymes, so flash at your peril. I'm giving you until 23:00 PST on the 14th Judges Old Ladies From Ealing Saucy Rodent - Flash "There once was a man from Beijing" sephiRoth - Flash "There once was a woman named Laura" Djeser Thranguy - Flash "There once was a man from Peru" Doctor Eckhart - Flash "There once was a woman called Kia" Cda Yoruichi Azza Bamboo fucked around with this message at 17:15 on Apr 12, 2020 |
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Apr 5, 2020 02:25
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Saucy_Rodent posted:flash me daddy There once was a man from Beijing
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Apr 5, 2020 02:55
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sephiRoth IRA posted:I’ll play with flash There once was a woman named Laura
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Apr 5, 2020 03:07
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Thranguy posted:In and flash There once was a man from Peru
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Apr 5, 2020 04:37
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Doctor Eckhart posted:In, and flash me There once was a woman called Kia
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Apr 5, 2020 16:47
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sephiRoth IRA posted:Can I replace “woman” with something different, or would that break the flash? I'm not going to disqualify you for making an entry with a broken flash, but it does break the flash and that could hurt in tiebreaker situations.
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Apr 11, 2020 21:53
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Submissions close in 17 hours 48 minutes (11PM PST April 14th). You may enter until the submission deadline without a flash, but entries with a flash are now closed. Really enjoyed the poems so far.
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Apr 14, 2020 13:12
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Subs closed will read and judge within the next hour, crits tomorrow.
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Apr 15, 2020 17:50
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Firstly I want to say that every entry at least made me chuckle, so nobody's limerick was an outright fail where it really counts - the humor. The WIN goes to Djeser. I think going for the vulgar/sexual themes always pays dividends in the realm of limericks, and the best way to do that is to have your reveal in the last line. It's very effective and got a laugh from me. HMs go to Thranguy, for writing something with fantastic comic imagery, and to Yoruichi for a very well executed poem. DM goes to SephiRoth for a poem that slightly drops the ball on the meter, but that spared itself from a loss for its strong second line. The Loss goes to SaucyRodent. I didn't particularly go for the stress on May-Ting, although I understand that being dealt "Beijing" as a flash is partly to blame. Also I felt like the sting wasn't particularly as well developed as the stories in other limericks this week.
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Apr 15, 2020 18:06
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