Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Very well done. I especially liked #2, it sounded like my father, lol!

This was a contest entry for the "Allwrite Magazine~In the Dark" April Poetry contest. The winner gets published and this one finished in second place (don't know if this one will be published too, but sometimes the third and second place poems get published so...). The theme was fire and ice.

Drowning in a drunken, weary jigger makes this widow teary,
As her liquored paces sway imbalanced limbs above the floor,
Empty, yet with sorrow's struggle, tummy feeling kicks and bumbles,
Now without youth's callow bubble as she paces through her door,
Sparking old nostalgic troubles as she paces ...

Father Time's Perspective
Walking on the distanced path of life:
all ages stare, ever so still, at my constant strolling figure
Different folks, different reactions, similar
and equally different
Reflections:

Some single paned and not afraid of who they really are
Unafraid of normalcy's lack of ...

Okay, you need to start a new thread if you want to keep talking about that stuff, personally, I preferred your rhymes to this

Okay, good. Now that this argument seems settled, could we not talk about it anymore, please? Or at least not on this page, I'd personally rather read insults directed towards me on this post than read this old grudge match.

It's interesting (the lesson on Sonnets) but I was somewhat disappointed to see that she only listed three kinds of sonnets. I have learned in my Creative Writing class about a lot of sonnet types. These three are included, along with the French form (which has--I think--twelve syllables per line ...

Curious;

"(it's not a sonnet, though;))"

How do you figure? I know that its layout is a little different than the typical:
A
B
B
A

A
B
B
A

C
D
C
D

E
E

but that is just to blend together the acrostic message. I am still new to poetry, so I would appreciate it a great deal if you would fill me ...

Thanks for the critique. I don't know if you noticed but this is also an acrostic as well as a sonnet (thus, I had to limit myself as far as words were concerned) you are probably right about the 'ing' words though Thanks again for the critique and the kind introduction.

Bundled sticks fuse buckled wits into brooms
Smitten with the breath manufactured toast
Innermost tubes suckle pale sickly plumes
Crystalling the flesh of a dying host

Fingertips stain with the sweet residue
Written from the grill of a thousand roasts
Arteries strain, bringing chills to the blue ...

Walking, homeless and all alone
at three am, temperature
low: thirty-two degrees; automatic doors hesitate upon

my entrance-colliding with the glass
always! Four quarters
ring from my pocket into the
till; the price for

a shit-brick piece of Hershey, Pennsylvania made with
love (and almonds ...

Man's fired embers dance in war
Betrothed in passion, love and gore
These reddened faces hissing speak
Far more than Hades' ancient Greek
When Waterloo saw cannons blow
And Stalingrad still burned aglow
Great tundra winds with Russian pace
Bought victory with murd'rous grace
Ice merely shrinks when ...

"Goddess of Love, your aim is off!
Can't compassion replace that scoff?!"

Old wings lie dead in satin greed.
Thus love from you's a prize indeed!

To see you in the dark, my dear
makes crimson's pulsing pound with cheer
while saddled to my chest, right here
is Cupid's quivered arrow-spears.

Though ...

A day without you wrenches heart from breast
N umb and stinging; wringing out it's essence
I nto icy Smirnoff with coarse uncleansed
S and paper hands still ripping at my chest
S till screaming for a love that won't depart
A s it's swallowed to soothe my aching neck

I churn my warmth through ...

Enhance the warmth
In the bowels of your neglected furnace
Soaking your flammable brew

Poke at the realm of toxic juices
Drooling from pruned and tainted fruits
Flush the pilot blue

Ignite the hiss of labored breath
Dancing in a trail of embers
Choke the kiss of weary flames

Dissolve my heap in ...