Come, Play, Poetry Tag
December 16th 2007 09:33
Welcome!
Poetry Tag is a game of interactive play with words, just for the fun of it, just because you can. Sometimes helpful for starting up the creative engines, or thawing out 'the block'.
The idea of Tag is to read the last poet's poem and run with their 'Next' tag line (1 - 4 words is best) and use it within your poem. Note: good tag lines help the next poet be inspired / (a)mused.
Here is my first kick-off offering; if you do play, enjoy, for funners only!!
Love and hate
served at five
it took fifteen
years for them to
pry her fingers from
the contents of the jar
and another ten to
clean up all the
jam
Next: the midnight reader <---- ((use this anywhere in your tag piece))
Poetry Tag is a game of interactive play with words, just for the fun of it, just because you can. Sometimes helpful for starting up the creative engines, or thawing out 'the block'.
The idea of Tag is to read the last poet's poem and run with their 'Next' tag line (1 - 4 words is best) and use it within your poem. Note: good tag lines help the next poet be inspired / (a)mused.
Here is my first kick-off offering; if you do play, enjoy, for funners only!!
Love and hate
served at five
it took fifteen
years for them to
pry her fingers from
the contents of the jar
and another ten to
clean up all the
jam
Next: the midnight reader <---- ((use this anywhere in your tag piece))
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Comment by Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
it all had made
even now the gritty
seeds grated against
grinding teeth
the midnight reader
tried to shine the
light of the torch on the words
Next: the light of stars
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
the clown ran
tripping over big red
shoes that didn't fit
bucking broncos
and noon affairs
the crowd turned
uneasy when the
light of stars
illuminated the
truth of horses
where's my saddle?
Next: the sleeping book
Comment by tlcorbin-raginravensview
Coffee Quip
A Global Citizen
Paranormal Paranormal
Is Why
Alaska Chronicle
Sleezer's World
for me this is painful fun,
so it's back to my couch,
as this is no meaningless pun.
Raven
Comment by lovepoet
of stolen dreams
secret and stranger
than it seems
for all is writ there
good and bad
the ultimate thrill
the bleakest sad
And just remember
as you roil and rage
in endless anguish
- you chose that page
Next: choose
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
choose love
there are edges of light
on the big cloud
that hovers above me
wind will be here soon
the sun tickles the birds
wings as leaves sing
and rustle outside my window
i am on the edge
i choose to shine
i choose life
Next: edges of light
Comment by lovepoet
there at the fringes, that's where I am
with one foot in the dark
and another in brightness
like a human thermocouple
I am energized in innerspace
my soul is sourced in fusion
as neutrons pour from my heart
I am an X-Ray of myself
I am I inverted
backwards
upside-down
I'm inside out man
my heart *is* on
my sleeve
Next: inside out
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
On dark days I write with kindred spirits
I know you know my soul
If only I could know it
As deeply as you seem to
Next: What about me?
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
what about me?
i am a mirror
reflecting you
i did not know
who i was
until death
made it's way
into my yard
pain shook
me down
from the tree
i had climbed
it feels good
to write
from the heart
i am healing
Next: a thousand smiles
Comment by lovepoet
a thousand smiles
is the kind of journey
that I could walk
again
and again
and again
Next: isle of dreams
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
to an isle of dreams
where nothing matters
and matters are nothing
and the only natural i hold
is love
Next: thaw back
Comment by Wendi
emotions solidly frozen
in guarded isolation
Swords of cold steel
crossed before me
keep me safe from
myself
and from that which
I most crave
entrapped
in cubed
confusion
Blinded
by flurries
of past pain
Caught...
Kept still
in a blizzard
of memories
Somewhere is he
who knows the heat
of spirits' passion
and can thaw back
these sheets of ice -
Melt
these frozen tears...
that have grown
into icicles...
icicles
that have grown
into prison bars
that keep
my heart
solidly frozen
in guarded
isolation
*
Next: a promise kept
Comment by lovepoet
the promise kept
and the velvet silence
where star jewels wept
a thousand years
of goddess tears
and I long for her moon
to release my fears
I love her still
with all my will
and now her promise
I shall fulfill
Next: the goddess within
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Angels dark, within and without
around theyve gathered
why they whisper to me,
Ive never known,
But now I see....
Just like me,
Its the goddess within they seek
within flesh and form
shes trapped
a whole life of precious stones spent
in reaching searching,
how was I to see?
She was in me
begging to be set free
Next: stars in flower
(lovepoet....Youre amazing!)
Comment by lovepoet
Having said that, here is the fruit of your inspiration (thank you Kleo):
Her hair is filled with sparkles
thistle stars in flower nestled
endless glistening her tresses
her quintessence prepossesses
behold her lips a royal scarlet
while her eyes speak silent summer
embodying the mystery
of the ocean of the wise
In a smile of firefly embers
sacerdotal glow and gleaming
for her eyes forever amber
soulheart sorrow shall remember
There is worldhope in her wishes
dragonfly to flutter slowly
seeking endless pilgrim kisses
I am kneeling in her holy
Next: worldhope
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
my goddess is here to bring
she seems so dark
playing on the wrong side
of that almighty gods tracks
yet its through this darkness
she brings light
destroys the finite
to reveal the infinite
if you dont see both sides
then who are you then?
What are you worth?
To me, to you
her her, to him,
all must be known
seen, loved
before you can be
that enlightened soul
you want to free
Next: Inner workings
(lovepoet....Aw*blush* great to meet you, talented soul!)
Comment by Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
and search the stars for light
for inside is an emptiness that
needs a navigator to
forge new paths
the inner workings
have rusted, bonded
tight in their stubborn
surge forward to
nothingness
a hand, shaking
reaches out to the night
a voice, quivering
begs for the compass point
next: strong hand
Comment by Wendi
are soft enough
to lovingly tuck
your loose whisps of hair
behind your sweet little ear
in only a way
a mother's hands can.
These hands of mine
will work steadily
to knead the bread
to feed your soul.
With these hands,
a tender touch massages
the aches and pains
that plague you
simply because
you are feminine
I will rub your back
and your legs
and your ticklish
little toes
with these hands
of mine.
These aged hands
love nothing more
than to hold yours
or to be held by you
while you paint
my fingernails
pink.
These hands of mine
will weild a sword for you
at any time
anywhere
against anyone
should they try to hurt you
And these hands of mine
will forever be available
now and always
to wipe away
your tears
And yet,
make no mistake
that for as gentle
and loving
and playfully pink
as they can be,
these hands
they know
when to be strong
for you.
For while we all love
the gentle touch
I'm not afraid
to show my love
for you
with a strong hand
when there's a need
Because these hands of mine
Were molded
by the God and Goddess
for the Sole purpose
of caring for you.
I care for you
with all that I am
Even when I do so
with a strong hand.
NEXT: Ladybug's flight
Comment by lovepoet
Hail!
attend us!
here!
In the fae forest
here in this sacred circle
now in this holy place
demarcated by the grey of mushroom
in this here and now
we invoke and invite
the lord and lady
ladybug and horned beetle
come join us
be with us
feast with us
here, between the worlds
see, we spin around the perimeter
always deosil
the way of the sun
we leave our fairy sparkles
to keep out the ill
and let in the good
come, o come
be thou a meeting place
of love & beauty
joy & truth
protect us
protect our families
protect our tribe
protect this forest
we beseech you
for we are your
sacred children
we summon
stir
and call you forth
witness our rites
in ladybug flights
guard our circle
O horned god
dispell the ill
bring in the good
this our spell
the healing well
this our bliss
the loving kiss
Next: the loving kiss
Comment by Wendi
is a twinkle of the heart
which is as good a place as any
for a twinkle to start
And with a wave of the hand
we can say so much...
not with words,
but through tender touch
And yet with words
we can share deep things
for little can match the magick
communication brings...
But to speak from or to the heart
without truth going amiss,
true communication is garnered
through the loving kiss
A kiss can't lie.
Next: The cat's meow
___________________________
*Note: Love poet... I love the way you tie in your "next" subject with the context of your own poetry. Nice touch! I seem to be much more random, but I'd like to think that's part of my own charm. *LOL* - Excellent poetry, powerful writing.
Lily... Love the poetry tag... it's waking things up in me that have been sleeping for a long, long time. That being said, CATCH.... 'cause I'm mustering up some of that inspiration and tossing it back atchya!! *cups hands and blows faerie dust her way*.
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
to the faery hill I hide,
In my old robes
and Sidhe's jewels
Im feelin like the Cats Meow
Only fitting you see
to bring to her my spirit steed
cat familiar ridin pillion
crow like bird upon my shoulder
we gallop home......
Now the invites been given,
I and those who share my soul
The Wind, The Fire and my heart The Earth
And Me the Spirit in them all
we gallop home, we gallop home
Answering the faery queens call.......
Water Where?
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
into the water
where? there
into the shiny bay
where little girls swim
with mermaids and dream
of jeweled palaces
and coral crowns
the sun illuminates you
and i feel the waves roll in
arriving over and over
clouds are rolling overhead
ah the taste of the wind
the tide is coming in
at last
Next: a seashell in the forest
Comment by Wendi
as it should be -
the walls were
still
in tact
- up was still up
and down was
still down and sideways was
still
so fucking familiar.
The sky was still blue
and the water was
still wet - the soil smelled
still
like perfume after the rain
The dogs still barked
and the cat...
still flipped its tail
in that "I'm too good"
notion it always has
Coffee was still hot
- until she let it get cold
and the reflection was still hers
although tattered and old
and even that seemed appropriate.
Everything
was as it should be
or as it had been
she was standing
still
on the spot
her own legs
had taken her
and yet she felt
displaced
like a seashell
in the forest
How did it come
to this?
Next: Rainbow's End
P.S. - Sorry for the darker aspects, and I hope you don't mind the profanities (let me know if it's a problem and I'll modify/delete). I'm a bit "raw" today... perhaps I should have opted out, but....
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
i tried to get near
to the Rainbow's End
but as I got closer
it stepped away
further and further
with each movement
forward forward
the colours moved
away away
but the quest
was embedded
and one day
i found myself
in a fallow field
and this day was different
this day i entered
the shower of dreams
Next: let it out
Comment by Mountain Fog
Infognito
A soul deadening knell,
the casement clock,
clonged hallway through,
across creaks in boards,
whispering windy shutters,
enticed, chilled and thrilled,
the lonely midnight reader.
With each phrase,
new sounds scented,
a distracted mind,
to unbend his back,
peering in gloom,
fearing to see,
spectre,
goblin,
pixie!
Nay again he say,
naught but me!
Ebbing back then,
normal reality,
in sighing relief,
wind swept trees.
the lonely midnight reader.
Then spiced a thought,
his tummy tickled,
and fling did he,
into full pot lovely,
rose scented jelly!
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
in the ears
of tied up moments
new sounds
sent new messages
don't name it
lest it run
life is short
i hear you say
and you string it along
with maybes
as if pushing your back
against the door
will stem the flow
i tell you
it creeps under the door
and you will grow tired
spending energy
you don't have
Next: the passage
Comment by lovepoet
to a new world that I saw her
in that twilight time of crepuscule
the orange-red world
of the dying day and
the dying sun
she seemed to be on
an outcrop of rocks
but in this great ocean
there could be no rocks
she sang, she hummed
she infested my heart
and her yearning
call to love
stirred me deep
I had no beeswax
to seal my ears
no crew to bind me
securely
to the mast
and as the
bloated sun
slipped slowly
into oblivion
with a flash
of quicksilver scales
and a splash
of briney foam
so did she
Next: flash of quicksilver
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
flash of quicksilver
he groped for his soul
kneeling, the spume
lapped and ached
to be his anklets
and drag him into
the heart of Neptune
where no-one feels
and hearts have lungs
Next: her perception
Comment by Anonymous
but I could not see her
perception would have it
that she was not close
but I knew she was near
invisible like a ninja
with superfast reflexes
and a deadly smile
then, just as suddenly
she was upon me
broke my shield
shattered my sword
pinned me up against the wall
removed her hood
shaking loose a
cascade of tresses
stared fierce into my eyes
....and kissed me
Next: [ii]cascade[/i]
Comment by lovepoet
Comment by Mountain Fog
Infognito
with a Liverpool kiss,
abutted his forhead into hers,
sending blood cascading,
flushing down his cheeks,
running runnels of corpuscles,
dripping to floor adding,
a pile of gore,
uncharmingly which matched,
the new axminster carpet!!
The bloodied scent rose,
to his enflamed nostrils,
then sped quickly into his brain,
becalming his furrowed brow;
he slowly collapsed further
under her raucous roar,
of laughter,
into the gore!!!
NEXT: GORE
Comment by lovepoet
he presided over 2012
and the end of time
the ultimate
termination of history
it didn't end in fire
or in ice
not with a bang
nor a whimper
but by an
executive order
signed (in ink)
by president
Gore
Next: butterflies & honeybees
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
and honeybees
come out to play
in the garden of
hum, the fae dance free
to the tune of willow's
finger drawl in the bowl
of great antiquity, look!
a sprite's quiver sails
to a spun gold tree
Next: spun gold
Comment by Wendi
of broken promises and shattered dreams
Turning the fragments into a whole
by quilting together the shards of her soul
Needling away at life's discarded scraps
Hope still exists for her, perhaps
For in her fragments a story is told,
words woven well from pain's spun gold.
Next: Autumn sunrise
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
Life is in the eye
of the Gazelle
the plantations abuzz
with fire and the sound
of threshing
the smell of fruit fills
our nostrils; we are warm
and keen for the fresh
baked bread, we hear the little
roses under the back window
speak; let it go, let it die
away under the spell
of Autumn's sunrise
Next: the wind changed
Comment by Lilla
Enviro Warrior
An Extra Ordinary Life
Dream Herald
Ill it blew,
Leaves floating up the street,
Painting the sign
He could read so well…
Raising his collar,
To the damp,
Stubbing his cigarette,
A shiver …
Ran through him…
…
It was time.
Next : Street Lamps in the Fog
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
away from the safety nets
an insistent voice, pleading
leaning on street lamps in the fog
he turns the tattered paper upside down
and round and round
folding it in half and half again
tucked now under an arm
that hasn't tingled for years
wandering, around and around
the yearn grows bigger, wilder
wider, with every step he takes
Next: a promise with no guarantee
Comment by Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
bowing into the wild wind
as leaves lash at his body.
The worn piece of paper, tight,
creased with lines of time and
uncertain refolding clenched between fingers.
He wonders if she will still be there,
a promise with no guarantee
made a lifetime ago, whispered
between lovers who declared
each beat of their heart to be
the lifeline of the other.
Next: the cold stone wall
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
a cold stone wall
she lights candles there
a vision in every wax drip
when you are through
with the lightning shows
and popcorn clouds
peer through the small crack
be witness to the death
of a candle
Next: inside the fingerprint
Comment by Michaelie
Flick Wit
Left breathless
by the sickening punch
of despair,
I hear the crunch
of my brittle spirit,
its edges curling,
as I slowly close
my vulnerable eyes
against the glare,
the brazen stare,
of a dogged
rising sun.
My palm,
curved under my cheek,
pulses with
barbed heat;
an anguished beat.
Yet I cannot move
my leaden head,
and so instead
I mutely beg
my stoic heart
to desist,
and grant me the bliss
of oblivion.
I fear I have
a faulty soul,
I'm wired wrong -
was all along.
It's in my mind,
in every part,
inside the fingerprint
of my heart.
Next - Searing blood
Michaelie
Comment by Anonymous
With words too cold
For my searing blood
I have been caught again
Bound and tied
Lesions I did not ask for creep
Along my skin
I am fallen
So far
I hope the end is near
Next: Look into the darkness
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
look into
the darkness
if you want to feel
the light
i was a flame for you
but you cut my wick
and poured wax
all over the gods
on the table
Next: framed by losing hands
Comment by Anonymous
my heart reaches out for you
Framed by losing hands
I fumble in fogginess
I will find it
That something
We all search in vain
But I want to believe
That there is
An answer
next - cold clarity
Comment by Tracy
Movies and Life
I felt safe
Soon they slipped
I was framed by losing hands
I tried to grab you
You were too far away
I wish I could've reached you
Now I know I can't
You're gone
But still here with me
Your soul
Your words
I can hear them
I can feel them
Don't stop
Wrap them around me
As I wished you had done when you were here
But at least I can still feel them
Next: But at least I can still feel them
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
i couldn't believe it
even when i saw it
with my own two eyes, it
broke my heart, repeat (repeat)
it left me with
a cold clarity, it
held me tight and chained
me to the sentence of every day
it swam alongside me
with every stroke i made
it made me remember
the scent of you
it made me forget
i could dream
i can't remember your smiles
but at least i can still feel them...
Next: needful things
Comment by Lilla
Enviro Warrior
An Extra Ordinary Life
Dream Herald
Diamond rings,
Hollow bells,
Empty shells
All echoed pain…
Nights of hell,
Augmenting the emptiness,
Growing within,
a love unseen…
She sat watching the horizon,
Still waiting ...
Next : Sunrise
Comment by Lily
Bohemians United
Ars Poetica
to hold or draw forth
when i remember you
i can only hear blue echoes
of an angels song, your
voice a reflection of
a sunrise i once knew
Next: i go back to that page to be near you
Comment by Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
just one last time,
for us to watch the colours
stain the sky, feel the whisper
of your breath on my ear.
we wrote our masterpiece
with the stars of a moonless night -
I go back to that page to
be near you.
How can time have weathered
such craggy hills between us,
where vultures fly and carrion stench
permeats a land once delicate
and loud with the footsteps of butterflies?
next: hope of a new horizon
Comment by What's Your Story?
What's Your Story?
So You're Getting Married
a bringer of secrets
the spark she needed
to set herself a-flame
with passions unbridled
fantasies released
dams opened
he beckoned
like the hope of a new horizon
but she stayed in the shade
allowing nothing,
no one,
to quiet her fire.
*****
next: coldness wavering