hey poet, I would like to walk with you

I was hollow, still am if you prod my vocabulary

to pinpoint that sensation when I desert the words

or do they me, the time is my solemn constabulary

and shields my malady I tell of, or so you’ve heard

 .

how you see my silver stories, filled cups of caffeine,

I cherish yours for they have a linen white reality

thou art a poet, I am a subjective grain seldom seen,

it was a dire dare that made me relinquish my sanity

 .

I am a sentimental sucker, I suck blood red lollipops

to keep me company, I would like to walk with you

you don’t know me but I encroach upon, I shop

for a locket of learning in creative world you drew

 .

I seal a numinous bond with your words, your poetry,

a stubborn in-patient, would you empathize with me?

I wilt within the blanket, my knees sing of coquetry

no grudge, no love, observing, I sail in waves of glee

 .

and I think to revere you poet of old, I shall holler

that I receive from all that you touch with your color

.

For MLM Menagerie’s Wordle # 17 and dVerse, where the odes/tributes to the poets flow out  today.

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A Looming Future

in the polyester tube, of

the lava bursting crevices,

resting in their whale submarines,

they drink through the chalice of the skulls,

(the plastic gone defunct, and the wine dried up),

sip the cold blood of the traitors, who were

insane to stand against the in-administration,

being held by the powerful, godly goons,

(all hail before Mistress Graghaaa…),

and as they are holding an orgy

of their artificial dentures,

the navigation system rattles for,

there is some water found,

(or just remnants of what was O3),

their pierced eyebrows narrow,

and their silted lips sneer,

and they utter, in their gargled voice,

“Mwwwah! Whhhaaa…eeer”

“Whhhhhhhhh…”

“Whhh……a…ter”

and they shriek, in their embracing dance,

stomachs flapping against each other,

to the blaring music of Rack: the Nipper,

exasperated, the whole earth shakes and

sighs trembling, and breathes its last

.

This is my first and a feeble try of Futurist Poetry.

Wikipedia says:

Futurist poetry is characterized by unexpected combinations of images and by its hyper-concision (in both economy of speech and actual length).

Futurist literature primarily focuses on seven aspects: intuition, analogy, irony, abolition of syntax, metrical reform, onomatopoeia, and essential/synthetic lyricism.

I tried incorporating some of these elements. Now, you are the judge. And if anyone is interested in reading about an unusual ghost in spirit of the Halloween, you can read a poem, I wrote, a few months back- Chudail: Creature of the Dark Hours.

I am submitting the link to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Also, it would be my entry for 1 November for NaBloPoMo.

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Republish: Right2Write Prompt 10: Bacchus and Midas

Note: No good responses last week. Therefore, I am extending the prompt for another week. If you are interested, write anything and add your link in the widget below.

Hello,

This week, we are going mythical. Yes, we are going to enjoy the world of Greek mythology. I present to you an oil painting by Nicolas Poussin, named Bacchus and Midas. You all must be aware of these two names. Bacchus(Roman name of Dionysus) was the God of Wine and son of Zeus/Jupiter and Midas has a very famous tale attached to him- the king who could turn anything to gold by his touch. Though there are three references of King Midas in Greek mythology, the one with the gold touch is the most popular.

Bacchus and Midas by Nicolas Poussin

This painting was completed in 1630 and presently finds its abode at Alte Pinakothek, Munich, Germany. You can write anything, inspired from this painting. The thing most concrete to me is the intoxication, which would make an interesting write.

General guidelines:

1. Write a short story/poem/any other form of creative writing, getting inspiration from this classic piece of art.

2. Once you have posted your creation, kindly submit your links in the linking widget below. In case you are not able to do so, please leave your links in your comments. Also if you do not hold a blog, you can e-mail your creations to me at hamusesanewtune@gmail.com or post your creation in the comments section below. Anyhow, I will further publish it on this blog by your name.

3. We need more participants. So, please write something even if it is just two lines. I’d love to read anything you come up with. Inform other bloggers about the prompt. They might be interested in participating as well.

4. It is not necessary for you to use the title of the prompt (which is based on the name of the painting) in your creations.

Happy writing!

Right2Write Prompt 10: Bacchus and Midas

Hello,

We had two wonderful submissions for the Right2Write Prompt 9, a heart-wrenching poem by Helen Valentina and a beautiful sentimental tale by Timzauto.

This week, we are going mythical. Yes, we are going to enjoy the world of Greek mythology. I present to you an oil painting by Nicolas Poussin, named Bacchus and Midas. You all must be aware of these two names. Bacchus(Roman name of Dionysus) was the God of Wine and son of Zeus/Jupiter and Midas has a very famous tale attached to him- the king who could turn anything to gold by his touch. Though there are three references of King Midas in Greek mythology, the one with the gold touch is the most popular.

Bacchus and Midas by Nicolas Poussin

This painting was completed in 1630 and presently finds its abode at Alte Pinakothek, Munich, Germany. You can write anything, inspired from this painting. The thing most concrete to me is the intoxication, which would make an interesting write.

General guidelines:

1. Write a short story/poem/any other form of creative writing, getting inspiration from this classic piece of art.

2. Once you have posted your creation, kindly submit your links in the linking widget below. In case you are not able to do so, please leave your links in your comments. Also if you do not hold a blog, you can e-mail your creations to me at hamusesanewtune@gmail.com or post your creation in the comments section below. Anyhow, I will further publish it on this blog by your name.

3. We need more participants. So, please write something even if it is just two lines. I’d love to read anything you come up with. Inform other bloggers about the prompt. They might be interested in participating as well.

4. It is not necessary for you to use the title of the prompt (which is based on the name of the painting) in your creations.

Happy writing!

Right2Write Prompt 9: Stop Terrorism

Last week, we had some really great submissions, inspired by the painting, The Boy in the Red Vest by Paul Cezanne. You can read them here.

I am trying to cover different forms of art for the prompts. This week, I bring forth for you a sand sculpture by Sudarshan Pattnaik. It is titled Stop Terrorism.

Sand Sculpture by Sudarshan Pattnaik

Terrorism has come to grip so many nations of the world. Many innocent people are killed because of this menace. It must come to an end. Peace is a forgotten word but it must be revived. We all are humans, made of same flesh and blood; then how can we stab that same skin and spill that same blood? How can we tolerate these murders, in the name of religion or geographical boundaries or language?

General guidelines:

1. Write a short story/poem/any other form of creative writing, inspired by the photograph of this sand sculpture. You can include the image in your blog post and you may or may not use the title of the sculpture in your creation. It totally depends on you.

2. Spread the word around. Inform others of this prompt; the more the participants, the better it would be.

3. Submit your link in the linking widget down below. If you have any difficulty in doing so, please submit your link in your comments. I will add them to the linking widget myself.

4. Do try and visit the links submitted by other writers. This way, we will get to know about each others’ views and writing skills.