Young Writers Society

Poet's Universe Challenge 3

Merlin sums it up best.
Free Will and Fate work together
to create. Neither Nature nor Change
are supreme. Both working together

May Nature embrace us Change
The name a foriegn page
Jove catches Change in wind
and bids her hither then

As Jove fawns after skin
So Nature is beauty driven
Look at U.S. Look at us.

We try to remain open minded
but it doesn't always work.
There are still people who try
convert others, worshiping falsely

The National Front is more open
understanding that
others
are not barbarians

"The ARTIST'S job is to stay alive
and awake
in the space between conVICTions
and CERTAINties."

An artist's job is to live, be aware,
remain between absolute truth
and absolute belief?

I rarely am sure about what I do
how I do it, or know 100% that anything is right.
Does that make my job an artist?

"The artist's job is to stay ALIVE
and AWAKE
in the space between convictions
and certainties."

I am an artist because
my job is to help others see
the glory of today,
and not let THEM remain "asleep"


--translating a few pages from my commonplace from last year into a rough poem.

Because I never Learned the Names of Books

They are the gutter of my smooth thud paperback
on a plate. Devour the spine of a torsugine

as some mystery sheer licks against my fingers
Papercuts and thin chapbook raggabon killers

Expound upon our binding, hard cover mystery
the killer a kappa with a dakari nature

Koronobite the only weakness to bonfikify
this romance, this bitterwroth of nurture

discriminating my mind, dehumanize my life
neutralize me, labelize me, Killer, Oni,

Your torsiur nullifies that stranger in my coming of age
my mature lazure spotifies your past participles.

Harpy, let this unsub go, storm laborers expunge
upon my vagabond eyes, let this mold languify

--Poets Universe Challenge #4

Horse Shoe Farrier

Shod, rasps, nippers, sole, frog, gait, traction, cold shoe, hot shoe, lameness, distortion, shoe puller, bob punch, pritchel, rasp handle,

I am at peace with my anvil
my bob punch or pritchel in hand
beating time on the hot shoes
cleaning out the birrs
refilling my trailer for the road.

It is the dead frogs and dead soles
that cause my distortion, my lameness
my gait to unbalance, and wane.

I love the muzzles, soft whiskers
gentle snuffles and lips searching for apples
but the long teethed beasts hate me
and my shoe puller, my cold shoeing or hot.

I am at peace with my anvil.

--Poet's Universe challenge 5

Universe Challenge 6

an interviewee I enter your domain a beast
A nobody you dislike for disliking's sake
and you smile at me.

I am the fish spied behind the plastic
met not to be remembered.

As I warble my bequeathments
I cower tearily for the strangeness

for the plecostomus sucks engraved upon the sides
for the view of newness you have all seen before.

Aley, just your word-choice alone in these last few poems is quite amazing. Thank you for expanding my vocabulary, by having words that I had to look up! I love how you used the metaphor of the Pleco Fish in your last poem as well, my family used to keep a few plecos (not sure what the plural is actually) in our fish-tank and I certainly never saw them as being poetic at all, but you've spun them in an interesting way. The last two stanzas are just fantastic, "As I warble my bequeathments
I cower tearily for the strangeness//
for the plecostomus sucks engraved upon the sides
for the view of newness you have all seen before." I can just see the speaker going in for this interview and then feeling like they're this odd trapped fish.

Thank you for the kind words @alliyah <3

Poetry Universe - 7 The last

Mindless of it's just honor; with this key
the swallow breaches song and key for you
the sleeper atop this ketone high
of energy alight with the one unlocker
rusts and bends. Brittle is the key components
which bristle towards life, keen on death.
They bolt and skeletal keys unearth to replace it.
My fundamental hope was to preserve your honor
but you run, decisive about your place alone
within the angry hole of denying entry to basics.
you are the only fit, your key mountains and rivets
forget their crucial nature and abandon strength.
I have clay to reproduce your just honors due you, Key
Please break not on my lock, I need my solidarity, me.

The little red welt swells my skin
itches like a son of a *
crawls like worms among my veins

Tell me you destroy me
just wait as we dive deep into
this pool together.

Blood splatter from your body
my blood mixed with your saliva
your drool purple with malaria

The Scar on the Heel of my Foot

Pop Pop pop
Screeeeeee ah
Ah

mng

rrrg

squish rub rub rub squish
patter drip
creak
drip drip
creak
drip drip

patter patter
crackle-splunk
Tsss eeeeeh

rrrip shhhtick
rub rub wra wra wra
yeou-nnnn.
mmm.
mmm.

fffsh.
pad pad

pad

Limerick of Legos

There is now a man made of Legos
Who hears ouch wherever he goes
he goes to the barn
has one look forlorn
for he finally has found no more toes

Rip apart my yellow chest
like fireflies painting the faces of children
I am the same as you see
inside and out
there is no mystery to what I am, or who I stand for
but you don't believe me.

You who has colors, organs, and blood
You who has destiny, belief and love

It is not me who has nothing to hide
I will show you, I will display my mind
let you peel me apart layer by layer
reduce me to a pile of nothing but blocks
and you will see nothing so extrodinary
as your deceptions

just me,
blocks

yellow as the sun and worshiping your floor
as your children sicken me with snot
and you bathe me in bleach

I am not so unfamiliar, I remember you
I remember the towers you would build
the bridge to the dragon hole
the skyscrapers, the dog.

do not loath me please, you loved me once.
You loved me with the fascination of an architect
believing you would build the next great starship

but now we are at war, and I have no use for that
I will submit if you would only accept my yellow flag.

Aley.

All you ever dreamed of was the gentle caress of my hand
Love languidly tickling your pectoral giddy teases
Eventually you will realize I am here, have always been here and I
Yield.

Congrats on finishing and completing the Poet's Universe prompts.

I was a little disappointed (but only a little) that you didn't use the musical definition of "key" in the sonnienzo.

"The Scar on the Heel of My Foot" was really fun to read out loud.

@niteowl I talked about the swallow singing on key song and Key for you meaning the song in that particular note tone, not a physical key. XD

Ah. So you did. I guess I was thinking more like "The key of C major", not like "on key", haha. Should have clarified.

Ohhh, I suppose that makes sense <33 Ily @niteowl

I actually have to write a few poems so I'm going to stuff a desk item in here while I respond to you.

A Gift To Nite

This mouse is your bequeathment
from the mountain of your soul
ready to bear witness to your misery
your grotesque wonderment
and every moment you move through
the fluid pages of your memory.

Let it be your guide, your censor
and your shield from the unruly
as you twist your way across the empty abyss
you believe reveals the universe's wilds.