Well, aren't I prompt?
Anywho, here is your contest!
Because as of late I am obsessed with Billy Collins (as well as other random poets, watch for more poet-watching sorts of contests) for no good reason, this contest shall be centered around his poem:
Another reason why I don't keep a gun in the house
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out.
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
I close all the windows in the house
and put on a Beethoven symphony full blast
but I can still hear him muffled under the music,
barking, barking, barking,
and now I can see him sitting in the orchestra,
his head raised confidently as if Beethoven
had included a part for barking dog.
When the record finally ends he is still barking,
sitting there in the oboe section barking,
his eyes fixed on the conductor who is
entreating him with his baton
while the other musicians listen in respectful
silence to the famous barking dog solo,
that endless coda that first established
Beethoven as an innovative genius.
~Billy Collins
What you have to do with this is simple.
1. Write a prose poem having to do with "why you don't keep a gun in your house."
2. Describe the gun. What kind? .45? Glock? (haha...just describe it). And please try to be original. *sigh*
3. Must use the words (but the words can be used in any tense you want): poison, cocoa, handprint, silhouettes, electronic and subliminal.
4. CANNOT use the words(or any other form of these words in any tense): noisy, loud, metal, bullets, irritating, annoying.
5. Have fun, be experimental (cuz you all must know I am a sucker for that), and amaze me...because you have had enough of a sabbatical from me reading any of your poetry. So now you must give me your best work. Dammit.
Yeah yeah yeah, I forgot a deadline. SHUTUP. Ok, so the deadline is now...SEPTEMBER 10TH
So get to writing. NOW.
YAY for poetry!
*gets all excited and whatnot*















Comments
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love does find a way.
Thanks yo.
*bakes you a cake with chocolate frosting*
*pokes repeatedly*
She sat there forever, unknown unless purpose moved us to come together. A time of
personal meditation. Unique when compared to the gurus of essence before object.
Odd how a thing so destructive can be used for such silence. That moment. The
second before the pull, which had lost individual movement and become
the surroundings, all being together; all breathing the same breath.
Cocoa and caffeine willed to the subliminal, the poisons put aside
to steady the silhouette so far, so very far away. They
do not understand her beauty. A machined tool
honed to test the limits of your calm. No
electronics. Just steel, glass and a slight
breeze that must become part of you.
Her grooves worn to perfection.
Her action incomparable.
Her trigger
deadly.
The handprint on my face decided. Her fury and loss of control. ‘She’ had gone and
the unpredictable had made it’s presence known and would come again. She didn’t
know Jane, but knew what she could do. Knows what she was made for.
She sat there forever, unknown unless purpose moved us to come together. A time of
personal meditation. Unique when compared to the gurus of essence before object.
Odd how a thing so destructive can be used for such silence. That moment. The
second before the pull, which had lost individual movement and become
the surroundings, all being together; all breathing the same breath.
Cocoa and caffeine willed to the subliminal, the poisons put aside
to steady the silhouette so far, so very far away. They
do not understand her beauty. A machined tool
honed to test the limits of your calm. No
electronics. Just steel, glass and a slight
breeze that must become part of you.
Her grooves worn to perfection.
Her action incomparable.
Her trigger
deadly.
The handprint on my face decided. Her fury and loss of control. ‘She’ had gone and
the unpredictable had made it’s presence known and would come again. She didn’t
know Jane, but knew what she could do. Knows what she was made for.
...I am horrible at explaining things, so say the word if I am confusing you.
*eats some pizza*
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I have no hopes, no resources, no money. I am the happiest man alive. -- Henry Miller
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There is no I in team - but there is tea! And cookies..?
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