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Printed from https://writing.com/main/books/entry_id/931335-Pre-April-2018-Poems
by Joy Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 18+ · Book · Drama · #1253431
Poetry in April -- in celebration
#931335 added March 26, 2018 at 2:45pm
Restrictions: None
Pre-April 2018 Poems




Silly Love Song

his heart should stand still
yet he mustn’t croak
wild desire, yes, but no kill
let the lips lock but don't poke

                   love on the fence, pearls on your neck
                   just a magnet for a crazy old guy
                   he calls you a sublime plum
                   then sky falls and you cry

no longer a fervent flame
lost like a candle in sunshine
can he still play the game
your heart swells out of line

                   love on the fence, pearls on your neck
                   just a magnet for a crazy old guy
                   he calls you a sublime plum
                   then sky falls and you cry

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Write a poem that relates somehow to a movie or movie title. (Here, the prompt itself relates to a wacky comedy from 1966.) Put the movie title and IMDB link, if possible, after the poem!!

Not a Conquest, Reviewer!

you who act like my favored Columbus
cannot praise my joyful songs
in drunken delight

when, after a long trip, you mutilated
the remnants of my tribe
and inferior verse

do you wonder why
while you hide your many sins
of florid prose

my paradise ignores you
polluted though it is and driven
to madness by my gassy poem?


1492: Conquest of Paradise
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0103594/

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If you want an early challenge, write a poem in any form or in free verse about how March came in where you are, as lion or lamb or some other creature...?!

March in Florida

I can forgo the fizz power
and your flimsy whimsy
if you could only stick to it

but then you prowled around
my yawning windows
and roared, showing your fangs

the worst part of you, your claws of ice
scratched and sank into my home
with no rhythm or verse

alas, you’ve embarrassed me
March, as my month of birth
worse than my widening girth

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