Hello all. This is the final posting of Verbophobia poems. I have misplaced a couple of emails, so if you sent a poem in and I haven't posted it, just resend it to verbopoetics at yahoo dot com and I'll happily correct my mistake(s), for which I apologize. At times, I've received an entry in one of my personal email boxes and, subsequently, they're prone to accidental deletion. Thanks to all for sending in. Adieu.
5.01.2005
WHATEVER IT IS THAT WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN GETTING ALONG
Michael Helsem
The Undertoad in a white sheet
Destroy the grave
Destroy the swart bouquet
Of a century without diamonds
And now a die-cut spaceship
Married to its white trance
Transcends the pity of the composition
Your will is not marred
By any demurral, Bela,
But that idiotic brush.
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ENCOUNTER
Jesse Crockett
You frighten me.
For the neutral setting. Wherever
Have we met
But long walks and thrift shops?
Then my suitcase to pack.
That is my interest; to rise mornings,
Brush away like a sheet what is done
And pack the century in a suitcase.
Another trance, I must go.
Idiotic, die-cut,
Those things impossible to destroy,
They follow you.
So do you.
As a florist
I make no marred bouquet.
Accept this composition.
9.06.2004
So far, I've received a few submissions. I'll wait another week before posting.
Get busy with it, yo.
9.02.2004
Ok. So. It has been awhile, but a prompt from Meng got Verbophobia up and running once again. In case you've forgotten, the rules are simple: I post a word list, you write a poem and send it in. Easy, right?
Aight. Here's the list of ten words, taken from A Book of the Book, ed. Rothenberg and Clay:
Sheet, destroy, composition, century, brush, die-cut, trance, marred, bouquet, idiotic.
Good luck!
4.25.2004
NEW POEMS, NEW WINNER
So it took months, but here are all the poems that I received. Thanks to all for playing. And a hearty congrats to Jess Mynes for winning the Dante's Ass Prize (it came down to Meng v. Mynes, and Jess won the flip!). I'll be posting a new word list soon.
SINGULARITIES
by Jess Mynes
Skeptical essays ricochet
Cause zest to question
The misnomer's informer
What's the point?
A short history redone?
These are examples are drawn
By means of a trier
Or clover seed sampler
That triples production despite its bumpy ride
As a voyeur you suffer no certain benefit but
Collapse as wilted grass
Beneath this foot as if you were
A star flirting with a fade to singularity
Mishaps are cadence not exception
Too disparate for an
Agile definition to ban.
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AT CRISIS
by Catherine Meng
At the luminous point in the ride
when the triple fade of the clouds made the gaze
ricochet inward
toward a flirt in the ribs
complete with breath that had the cadence
of certain exception---
as if to be a voyeur of this magnitude
is to be an informer
& so with the zest of an informer
I ban everyone who ever took my agile fumbles
at face value. I am a trier. And I’m tired
of trying to see what I see.
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BY THE MOSELLE IN TRIER
by Aaron Tieger
(point du jour)
Steps ricochet, cadence, fade
comme les rides.
Agile voyeur, informez-
moi.
Flirt!
Lord I wanted
always to be
an exception.
Triple Pernod, avec
un zeste.
A ban is certain.
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A GHAZAL OF BEER
by Jimmy Nickles
Your lips flirt with the foam, certain
of a tender cadence, certain
the zest with which it ricochets
from pert probings too uncertain
has been kept at bay by agile
gripping of the glass, a certain
fade of force as the lips draw near
the point of contact: Insert in
the tongue at the proper moment,
the trier of tastes, smooth, certain
ride to the first wave, informer
that gives away the now certain
whereabouts of the triple bock,
then the lips fly to assert in
a whirlpool downing foam, beer, no
exceptions, no terms uncertain,
that the tall glass be left without
its pint, another for certain.
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NORMAL BARRAGE
by Michael Helsem
Flirt certain,
The Mydoom Worm thumbed
Triple ricochet ride. At some point
Zest exception turned voyeur
Informer. Fade to an agile gate trier...
When will they ban that cadence?
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