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  1. theoriginalmonsterman

    theoriginalmonsterman Pickle Contest Administrator Contributor

    Dec 3, 2014
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    Current Contest Poetry Contest #311 || Theme: Green

    Discussion in 'Monthly Poetry Contest' started by theoriginalmonsterman, Dec 4, 2018.

  2. Anonymizer

    Anonymizer New Member

    Nov 15, 2013
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    I Thought That I Would Live Forever

    The color of grass, money, apples and envy.
    It is the opposite of red on the painter’s color wheel.
    It is the color of Caribbean seas,
    Of felt, leaves, piss and peas,
    And of my ex-lover’s eyes, serene.

    Its wavelength interval ~ 560–520 nm,
    Its frequency interval ~ 540–580 THz.
    Why the fuck am I writing about green?
    It’s the prompt for this month’s contest.
    Poetry, Isaac Newton said, is ingenious nonsense.

    Bathe me in your sickly vomit.
    To you I write this sonnet.
    Emerald: chromium,
    With trace amounts of vanadium.
    God, I wish I were Canadian!

    Blood shed by a soldier’s valor!
    Melancholy, rife with its torpor. :(
    The Van Gogh sun that I yearn for.

    The color of my “president’s” hair.
    A torrid sexual affair.
    But green?
    A stupid, rotting pear? I’m old. I don’t care. :meh:

    O Green, when I was young I bathed in your grass. It caressed me. I rolled and swam in your emerald seas. Wide-armed, full of wonder, I wandered through your leaves. My lover’s eyes were your seas, my mother’s eyes were as you, serene. As a boy I marveled at picture books of dinosaurs plodding through forests primeval and green. When I was a toddler my mother rocked me in a stroller on the edge of a field and I gazed out, in wide-eyed wonder, at the greensward. Green shoots. When I was young and green, I thought that I would live forever.
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    Anonymizer New Member

    Nov 15, 2013
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    Sunday morning's Gaia's day.
    The kids are playing on our bed.
    How they laugh to shake me awake.
    Come on Dad!, says little snake.

    Julia's smiling at my face:
    Get up, Tiger, we'll be late.
    Grace and John, sure jump again.
    I surrender, for God's sake.

    We all get into the pack
    Which Giants get into the van.
    We drive along making no sound.
    Be quiet, John. No, I won't roar.

    The electric van comes to a stop.
    John is hissing, Grace's a crow.
    Julia is kissing us all.
    She'll always be my recycled love.
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    Anonymizer New Member

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    Pickaxes and axes spun like wheels of fire by farmers' hands
    their breezes playing melodies of ancient yore
    thus, stars' lights reflected music notations as pearls on the river side
    sea waves roared whispering hope
    their salt drew memories; pearls glowing and murmuring surrender to the creator
    Memories merged in one thought displaying an angel
    an angel saved by the spiritual barrier from material ether
    in the midst of paradise their came a sigh
    for pearls of the sea echoed in the angel's ears; forgiveness
    The beads cried as their jeweled blood flowed carving rivers of eternity
    Gazing at Adam with piercing looks was Eve standing like an arrow in the middle of the heart-like beads
    Then Cupid threw its shadow upon the the beloved
    They lived in the Green forest for centuries through pure love to God
    But the shadow of the serpent overcame by light planted itself in trees
    wove thunderous roads of hell
    Things no mortal can ever survive to tell
    and maelstrom hugging the prophet by heart
    turned in a flash to a boat that had no start
    carried them to the material worlds of ending pits
    where the sigh of the demon and Adam merged in to the call of survival as of bands

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