as tattling flying crane
sings spring gain
archaic steam train
just now same,
wither, whence came,
thinking, holding mane
reining down lane
horsing about to shout,
craven lout
given rousing rout
ne'er come about
with sullen pout,
stinging red-worn eyes,
lost from person ties,
heedless shallow cries
ever well-worn lies
turn turbulescent lance
into soothing sideways glance
towards main season's chance
new convoluted dance.
A contest entry
- Reverse Word Bank Ver:2.0 by Loki.
1000 points, ended August 8, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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good lord this looks hard. I will read it again and again to gain some understanding but as of now I am in total ignorance saying, "huh?"
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As we say - you can't win them all, notion is to hang on to the last words - convoluted dance. This brings the whole full circle to the Spring bird (the crane) about to enter courtship dance as the world ignores truth and goes on its merry or not so merry way. That's my excuse (just made it up but it sure enough fits!) And thanks so very much for your truth. Oh, and I nearly forgot the "turbulent plus tumescent" = "turbulescent lance" - another tilt at the congress of Spring.
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you're a hoot
always make me smile ... good luck with this. Seems hard. I'll stick with end line rhyme or limericks
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Thanks for the entry. Good luck.
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