The following (totally awesome) poems are the result of a "recycled poetry" exercise that I'm in love with right now. Read more about it here. Special shout out to Annie in Khanom for providing the dictionary pages, which turned out to be perfect for this activity, and gave me the push I was looking for to try something new. - Tipple -* Tipple means to drink liquor, I learned from this page. Tipple on.
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This is a poem from the writing prompt: write about unicorns ... When you give a unicorn a trumpet
Don't expect it to be polite. For their horns were made for poking And they're tasteless in the night. You may tell him: Man, It's only made for music. He'll say: I don't have hands so Don't you tell me how to use it. In a restaurant, in candlelight, He'll make you drop your knife. In your bedroom masked in shadow He will traumatize your wife. A unicorn at any other time Is a magical sight. But when you see one with a trumpet It's best to wonder on and say goodnight. Fair faces of fallen foe
Stare, stationary, stealth in shadow. Bare breasts and backs, briskly broken On openings ornate with oaken oracles. Land lucidly beside lives that linger Atop anatomically abominable ancestry. Great, ghastly gestures, grained with grief Push positive people purposefully past Their tired, tied tongues, twisted thrice. Choking, crying, calling out, "Catastrophe!" Kings of killing kicked by kindred kangaroos. In this exercise, we started with the first 10 words that came to us. Once we had those, we decided to write a poem using these words. My words were: precocious, wrong, butterfingers, elegant, reindeer, bumpkiss, freely, intertwined, and contraband.
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