Poem Prompting Prompts Poems

Relatetionship
by Sean T. Randolph
(Bonnie Jean ex#1)

Dear,
Dull, ill temptered, wontix ex-boyfriend.

You cannot cheat music
Like your honed lead arm cheated
Dawn.

Your leader is dull too
And Dawn's popsys
is not sufficient
not to launch at least.

I chose to write this on a
Mosque postcard
when the other febee would not
adequately create the matter.

-Dawn
P.S. Stop these teeth

And our next prompt:

1) Pick a word; visit www.thesaurus.com and choose a synonym for that word. Now you have your title.

2) Every stanza must have 7 C's and 2 X's. Stanzas can be of any length but your poem must have at least three stanzas.

3) Include in your poem: a fruit, a(n) (in)famous criminal, the name of one your your family members, and a song title,

4) You must have one end-rhymed set of lines, and the rhyming words must be of a wallstreet journal-esque lexical set (ex: quota).

here I go:

Long Way Labyrinthine

Your patria potestas is a Robinhood exact.
Come rain, come brainshine. Citation CIX:
I held riches twice and wanted none.

Suspended in your standard waxwing flocking call,
the botanicals say: this is how sound travels
from California, from Connecticut, from the fixed coast.
Love is calling love back home. The feathered ear persists.

Maid Marian: I held you in esteem, during even
your briefest executive careers. May Day
for the simplest scriptwriter, faintest autocrat.
Ballad Scholars' content-based analysis revealing
your current-most influence index careering.

Family picnic calls for at least six casseroles,
coolers of Jollygood to pipe the pips.
Expected to glut when the spread contains
cream of chicken soup enough to flood a project.
Take it, Robin, when all eyes are on the balloon toss.
Crockery and all. Redistribution is the name of the game.


here Anna go:

Bravery, Backbone, Kidney Sauce

What kind of pig-canny makes cerebrum all in parts,
In separate bunches? Pugnacious lobe,
Pie eating lobe. Pax Romana. What your mother told you
Not to risk. No exceptional mettle in there.
Even so, or accordingly, or therefore
Your hypothalamus is angry. Almond size
You climb each

Suicide rung with your ass hanging into space
But they still won’t let you in. Face and Face and Face:
They treat you like a rookie. Still really tough exterior
Leather pomegranate husk. And then some Barbara
Part of your brain circumvents you brutally. You have to make
The chicken wing fist. You have to start a rumor.
For example,

Fascicle pamphlet number 7
Has you picking lice out of a tattoo, but not for sanitary.
Even as they epidemic all around you. Dirty Bird, You vector,
Hooker, carcass stacker. Occupation: Meat Inspector. Warehouse
Grunt. No rebel Wolfe Tone. Tony Toni Tone. Just You
Pustule. Flex Your stomacher. Exhibit it.
I thought so.



and now, Sean:

Sermonize

Gabe C. kept no index
this seemed to have no adverse effects
until the excess of taxlessness
broke his belt at recess
and cashews couldn’t have caught

his lunchbox
his contraband
and this dusty winter will survive
whether he or I, like lynx
will live off of dates
the thicket of criminal air, where
carnivorous fangs fall pleading

for this sermon
fox-like and low on numbers
when sex could not please
laughter will do
and his cold rehearsal
crunching aluminum cans
the crackling junkyard sedan
terribly coarse penetrating voices

This dusty criminal sermon will not stand.