Indite a Poem

[§ínned™]

I remember inditing poems in college using certain words given to me by a buddy. We did this as a little contest to see how creative are we in writing poetry using words looking so bizarre and inappropriate in the presence of the rather more appropriate and poetic words.

The words you need to use in your poem in mind are: mineral water, protein, cells, magnets, teddy bear, socks, apple pie, manifest, exfoliate, promiscuous.

Note: Of course, you may use other words, but remember to use all the exact given words above (may be repeated) to appear in your soon-to-be Palanca award-winning masterpiece. LOL. Your composition need not be long.

So are you ready to compose a poem? Take this challenge and be a poet for Chrissakes!

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[sampaguita]

A worn-tornteddy bear sits in a closet with no socks,
each day exfoiliating a layer of memory,
of love,
one generation at a time,
gathering particles of dust...
awaitng for who-knows-what?

Maybe for a chubby seven-year-old's hands
that are only too-tied up with Playstation games
and colorful magnets to care?

Maybe for a promiscuous teenager's kiss
that are only too caught up between violent tugs
and screaming climaxes in the moonlight,
whose stained garments will manifest
his dark deed of the hour?

Maybe for a health-conscious daughter's attention,
who's only too caught up within her calorie-counting chart
and protein and only-mineral water intake,
while her Gap capris hang over her hallowed navel?

Maybe for a migraine-based mother
who's only too worried about her rebel son
who's locked within the prison cells
while her apple pie burns in the oven?

A worn-tornteddy bear sits in a closet with no socks,
each day exfoiliating a layer of memory,
of love,
one generation at a time,
gathering particles of dust...

[This message has been edited by sampaguita (edited 04-04-2000).]

[Eina]

Take another gulp of my mineral water,
nibble on my apple pie
Read an article about a promiscuous otter
and let out an audible sigh

Scan the to-do lists on the refrigerator door
and admire the cute magnets
that keep them off the floor

Tomorrow there'll be a test
on the contents of the communist manifest

And as if that wasn't enough for this poor teen,
the chem teacher who is ever so mean
will also be quizzing us on protein

Change for bed but leave my socks on
Exfoliate my skin --- remove the dead cells
Can't even hug my teddy bear before Sandman has won
Proceed to dream till the ringing of the bells

[§ínned™]

Damn straight! Amazing job, sampaguita and Eina! I love them! The words fit in just perfect! Way to go! Cool, cool cool!

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[asterisk]

Hahaha :D I remember doing this with you in the hallowed niches of the UST Library. We were life-freshened and dreamy and all. I damn miss those times! Buti naalala mo pa, Sinned.

[sampaguita]

asterisk:
It's your turn then. :D

[§ínned™]

Yes, asterisk, very memorable ba? Why not try re-living those times, eh? See, sampaguita is challenging you. Have you read what Eina and sampaguita wrote? Damn cute.

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[asterisk]

Damn hard these words! :P But sige, I'll give it a try. Gimme time.

[Mister Dean]

With mineral water in my hand,
canvas bag slung on my neck,
I start the quest to understand
why mountains are so hard to trek.

Soon, I find that I am there,
fifty-two feet from the tip.
In joy, I grab my teddy bear,
and, in an instant, lose my grip.

Falling down the precipice,
I jar my arm upon two rocks.
As pain makes itself manifest,
I stem the blood with dirty socks.

I notice that my elbow bleeds,
and with my cells in obvious pain,
I realize my protein needs,
and reach for apple pie in vain.

I slip further down the ledge,
my fingers numb and growing stiff.
Like loose magnets down a fridge,
I slowly fall off the mountain cliff.

While I scream for my Lord Jesus,
the rocks exfoliate my skin.
One last wish: to be more promiscuous,
before I tumble into oblivion.

Dead.

[sampaguita]

Mister Dean:
Very nice. A little morbid maybe. :)

[asterisk]

Just indited this a while ago, really off-hand. Well, here goes nothing:

UNTITLED

These days, we open doors
Into promiscuous streets,
Eyes dimmed from too much scenes.
We have grown souls too old for us,
Awareness too unquiet to contain,
Cells in unwanted creases in our skin.
We acquired proteins in the right places
And generosity in the wrong spaces.
We lost the colorful magnets we play
On refrigirator doors
Making patterns and non-patterns;
The teddy bear haphazardly
Buried under the bed;
The apple pie half-eated and moldy;
The socks worn and tattered
From unnecessary journeys.
We exfoliate
Intimate parts unto unfamiliar byways
We manifest
Ourselves in places we should not.
We quiver from it all,
Not the cold or solitude
Because we are with constant company:
Regret and fear like rambunctious brothers.
We down it all with something innocuous
As a bottle of mineral water.

[§ínned™]

YAY Mister dean and asterisk! Damn Nice! Thanks for participating.

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[sampaguita]

Good job asterisk. :)

[asterisk]

Geez, thanks. :)

[Mister Dean]

Thanks. :D

[Mister Dean]

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[*happy*phantom*]

Saw this thread while I was searching and I want to give it a push...

[FarOutFreak]

It was worth a shot, really.

10 POUNDS IN 3 DAYS

There is no silent hush,
save for the staccato
of feet in socks
wandering to fiery depths.

The little teddy bear magnets,
vanguards;
unwavering, omniscient eyes,
manifest tales
of dark and astounding plots.

With glorious light
and chilling wind,
she opens up,
promiscuous yet accepted,
to offer untold wonders.

Bitter potions
exfoliate wisdom to naivetè,
little magic beans
rebuild protein cells
and paralyze tongues,
mineral water
paranoia at best.

My hands grope
for soft and mushy
and I groan with delight:
apple pie
and a deal with the devil.

:silly:

[Quentin]

heh. enjoy. sorry its dark though. :devil:


Message of Undying II

Mineral water has more minerals in it than you baby.
You lost your game, and now i'm calling the shots
Your lips suggest your promiscuous nature o sweet, sweet lady
I'll earth my ugly intent on you, keep it there until it rots

Teddy bears were able to keep their body cells longer than you darling.
Where did your roller-coaster belief system on living go?
Did it reincarnate somewhere else, manifest itself on a chimp?
Shakespeare's protein may have exfoliated my art, at least i'm no wimp

An apple pie for your dead-hungry soul honey.
Would you like week-old french fries with that?
When pigs can fly and magnets can pull dirt from socks
Til then, i'll pepper you with sarcastic, nonsense jests and mocks

[sampaguita]

faroutfreak:
hehe... you know, i can relate.

quentine, you weren't kidding about dark. (a past love? sorry to pry.) :p

good job you guys. :)

[Quentin]

lolz, sampaguita milady. i was thinking to which pattern i was supposed to base it on. i chose that to reflect my mood. looks like it's a precipitate of the poem i based it on too:
...
You left your scent in these letters
And i'm sensing it for days now
Because you see, you shouldn't be part of my life
You ripped mine, so i'll rip yours out
-Message of Undying I, Q.Montejo

:devil:

~~~~~
heard of Fiona Apple?

[Mister Dean]

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