let's keep playing...

So here is part two of the challenge (if you want to know which, go two posts back, part one here), these were a bit more difficult and challenging, but I did them all during one particular 'stormy' night... hence the dark mood probably...

Feel free to send me more challenges (either here or via email, I'll answer back I promise :) )

Challenge 4:

Numbers: 40,4,10

Words: Red, Skin, Run

Continuously running from my thoughts

Like a believer fleeing the devil

Yet my skepticism has voids to fill

‘You unappreciative selfish bastard!’

What a tremendously helpful insight,

My brain definitely needs a stoplight:

Red, alike my skin… I am exhausted…

Challenge 5:
Numbers: 62, 8, 12

Words: provoke, almond, sunshine 

I saw you smile, and a sweet textured sensation

Brushed tentatively against my bitter heart

I saw you smile, and your honeyed almond shaped eyes

Fashioned a line that cut right through my hardened heart

I saw you smile, and springtime came knocking gently

With sunshine peeking and warming my dormant heart

Your smile has provoked me… it is moving, my heart…

Challenge 6:  

Numbers: 99, 3, 9

Words: story, street, drum

All this cryptic drumming, I wonder

How many layers are covering

Its elusive origin, over

And over and over the banging…

Dreadful racket bouncing from the street

All these twists to two simple stories

In turns cautious, in turns amorphous

These words, these torrents of veiled worries

We should cultivate a swift release

Are these hesitant tears? I wonder…

What if we bang our drum together?

Make the frivolous sounds evident

A step here, and another step there,

Will our dance be any different?

Let’s make vague assumptions turn over

And over and away they’ll wither…

let's play again...

I admit I love challenges,

and a few people responded to my last post and challenged me via facebook, twitter, in the comments here and in private
six challenges in total that I will divide to two posts (second one coming in a few days)
they were not easy and I enjoyed them tremendously (there's even a small one in french); I was even surprised I was able to keep the correct word count (mostly)





N.B.: I know they should be edited and corrected properly, but I like them the way they are, so I'll leave them untouched for now, though one was edited later on and was used in the storytelling night we had a few days back, hence the pic I used here ;) )



Challenge 1:

Numbers: 60, 3, 5

Words: Couch, Parents, Away

I've made up my mind

I'm moving away

I'm too young to care

And too smart to stay

        This land's now barren

        A joyless debris

        I feel I'm battered

        My life quite dreary

I will certainly

Miss my parents, yet

I will not feel free

Until I have surfed

Some... many couches

In joyful cities...

Challenge 2:

Numbers: 60, 4, 12

words: reason - storm  - crime

Adonis

Dead crimson flowers on a bloody river bed

One crime of passion unfolding its mystery

As the storm scatters your reason, keep whispering

'It's only fitting, it is fated, i'm willing...'

And let the rain bathe your purpose once more, before

You turn to your divine shape, you murderous boar

Artemis is long gone, Adonis' name lives on...

Challenge 3:

numbers: 26, 1, 7

words: mouchoir, chauffage, escarpin

Tant de mouchoirs méprisés,
De désirs abandonnés,
Une image brutale:
Ton escarpin est au coin…
Sous ma couette j’enrage,
Mon souffle est mon seul chauffage…

Let's play...

Let’s play a game:

You give me 3 numbers (a, b and c) and 3 words.

I will put the 3 words in a poem that has 'a' (between 10 and 100, with up to a 5% margin) words, 'b' (between 1 and 10) paragraphs and 'c' (between 1 and 17) syllables per line.

Leave your choices in a comment below and let's see what I can come up with :)

Here’s what I have done with this game so far: 

(It’s far from being high art, but it's quite fun and gets my creative juices going)

1*

Words: Tea, Dry, See

Numbers: 42, 3, 9

My mouth is dry; let me drink your tea

Or better yet, you drink it and I,

I'll smooth mine on your sultry lips

Golden green, the reflection I see

In your eyes, I'm drowning regardless

Conscientiously... allowing me within...

2*

Words: Bed, Light, Car

Numbers: 53, 4, 8

I turn off the light and pretend

You're already lying in bed

My bed... your smell on my pillow...

Your breath on my face... it's missing

I close my eyes and I pretend

My hands are stroking your body...

Pointless unintelligent act

You're not far, I can take my car.

3* 

(And I can do it en français too :) )

Words: Jaune, Chaise, École

Numbers: 66, 4, 9

Nos autocars étaient grands et bleus

Ou colorés, mais jamais jaunes

Nous n'avions pas de chaises séparées,

Mais des bancs et des classes bondées

L'école commençait tôt et traînait

Toute la journée et puis au soir

C'était devant l'écran de télé

Ou dans mes livres que je jouais

À vouloir vivre dans d'autres lieux

D'autres couleurs et d'autres histoires

Yalla?

Demons

The old cliché: there's a monster in each one of us...
I think I have many and I have managed to tame them most of the time...
It's when I dismiss them that they are the strongest though...

here's my acknowledgement pledge:



I Am The Devil

I am the devil, the devil in me
My voice hoarse
My dark an ever disintegrating void

I am the devil, my shoulder his wheel
His hand smearing my back
Shrouding my inner walls
With regenerating filth

I am a fool, I hope, I feel
But
I am not afraid
I am not weak

I am the devil,
The devil I keep
It's the demons I want
To forget
It's the demons I want to beat

Rest

I read somewhere that the sense of smell is one of the most important ones we have (and apparently we have more than five)

I agree...

Yesterday For a While:

Yesterday for a while

Your head rested on my chest

For a while, my nose

Got buried in your hair

And I travelled within a breath

To continents anew

Where flowers caress

The sun as it sets

Where the moon bathes

In the morning dew

Where spring and summer

Hold both my hands

As I cross fields

Of calm and repose

There for a minute

I also smelled you

I breathed you in...

And i was back in my room

Smiling, humming

A slow and warm tune...

Then I put my dry lips

On your silky damp mane

And woke you with a ruffle

To send you home again

Yesterday for a while

Your head rested my chest...

Sense

Tired and in pain... And quite sad

Do things have to make sense for it to get better?

When the question is as horrible as the answer, should one risk it anyway?

When the answer is simple, how complicated is the question?

Tired and in pain... Things aren't making any sense...

For a crown:

For a want

For a wand

A doppelgänger shall be found

In my hurry

I found a crown

That i have to smash down

Names and titles

And achievements may abound

When pride is primal

We are in the wrong

For i am

For my love

An instigator and a bore

A lost musician

With no sound

A zealous singer with no encore

Names and words

They are sharp as swords

When love is at stake

Should we be keeping score?

Promises

Promises...

they scare me, they inspire me, they make me happy...

they are hard work

(the picture was taken a few meters away from where this poem originated... so I thought I'd include it...)

‘till…

Silence lifted its weight,

Quietness prevailed…

In the distance,

Our footprints

Traces being blown away;

Our kisses,

Hushed tones,

Shaking more shadows

Than they should.

If promises were made,

Sturdy they’ll remain;

Like these walls,

Standing,

Proud and strong…

If promises were made,

They’ll blend beautifully

With the sound of the sea below our feet…

Wave by wave,

Caress by caress…

Our fingers touching…

Under the burning sun…

Right there on that bench,

That’s where my heart will be,

Humming…

Rocking…

Softly…

Gently…

Right there on that bench…

Till I see you again…

Joy

words bring me joy too...



























joy:

It’s a constant flow	You bring
That liquefies	My body
That takes over	My soul
Like a harmony veering,	Albeit not really
Towards complete…	Chaos, an eruption,
My senses,	And you, you take me
You take over,	And I, I feel
Yes…	Unashamedly, I feel
Joy…	Pure joy…

le flot (this one is in french :) )

i haven't written in french in a very long time...
yesterday i decided to give it a try because one sentence had been dancing in my brain for a while...
i wrote it at first and then let the rest of them flow...
then the sentence found its proper place...

A chaque fois…:

Mon cœur se promène

Sur des sentiers de je

A la Claire Fontaine

J’ai eu un creux

Sur des airs de je t’aime

J’y ai mis le feu

De mantra en rengaine

Naquirent ces vœux :

Danser,

Pieds nus

Sur du sable froid

Visiter,

Ce que fut

Des églises sans croix

Oter,

De ma vue

Les airs narquois

Et puis

Chanter,

A l’affut

Des insultes à quatre voix

Mon cœur te rédige

Dix milles poèmes sans mots

Générant un vertige

Qui se la joue paquebot

Dans ma tête s’érige

Un vacarme gros

Et voilà que je pige

‘Mon Dieu quel salaud’ :

Je serai…

Un lâche

Quoi que je casse

Ou si je fais

Une tache

Qui ira aliéner ta trace

Tu sais…

Je me fâche

Je boude, je fracasse…

Ou pis

Oui mais…

Je lâche

Encore mon cœur dans ton espace

Et voilà…

D’un sourire, d’un geste, de ta voix, de ton cœur

De ta main sur mon dos, de tes lèvres, de ton odeur

De ta présence immuable dans les tumultes de mes peurs

Tu le ramasses

Tu le ramasses

Tu le ramasses

A chaque fois…