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MOO for President  has a campfire that I really enjoy that he created years ago - Check it out to see how it's done -
In it you write a poem using a word given to you by the person writing before you. It can be a short haiku or a longer poem, rhyming or not whatever you want, just make it poetic. It can be about anything and be any type of poem. No restrictions except please respect the rating of this campfire. Many moons ago, I started "A Poem A Week Campfire I"  and then "A Poem a Week Campfire II" and then "A Poem a Week Campfire III" and we have worked to make nice campfires.These are all full and more or less moving along now. However, I have been slow to notice when they weren't moving so I'm starting the first Once in a Blue Moon Campfire. I will try my best to advance it once a week if no one writes in it, but no promises there because I forget and sometimes life gets in the way. Now, after receiving a few requests, in order to include more of my friends some again and to make new friends (I hope -  ) I have started another one here!If your poem isn't in after a week, I MIGHT skip you, so don't get your feelings hurt if I do skip you. This will move at least once a month, I promise... .... Unless I forget, then you can feel free to nag me about it, but I'll do my best to remember. And if I can't think of anything in a week, I'll even skip myself. Thanks to MOO for President for agreeing to be in the first one and for GENEROUSLY sharing his idea.Remember to not get your feelings hurt if and when you are skipped in this and everything will be fine and hopefully you will have fun! If you can't think of anything, feel free to skip yourself. Thanks for being in it! And if you want to be in it, please email me! I will consider any and all requests. If this one gets full, I will start another so don't be shy about asking for an invitation!Note: If you forget to give the next camper a word, I'll supply it or if I don't remember to do that - supply your own word! You can even try and give the next person a new word that comes from your own poem! Whatever you do, have fun and Write! |
 HOOVES Oyster Festival 2006 Galway City, September march Down Eyre Square onto Spanish Arch Claddagh Ring whispers one true love Festival Oysters, clouds above Gentleman's room inside The Quays Romance, vacation, holiday Restless heart, politician's fool World is all one difficult school Escape, away to County Clare, Past Shannon, wind blows toward Adare To home aboard a flying bird, Find Boston traffic so absurd! Slow down and take a trip with me, Lyrical writer, spirit free! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your word is spirit Lexi Ashen Married John Ashen Stars and Ghosts Her spirit soars among the stars and ghosts; she drifts across the sky and silver scene. In summer when the sunshine swelters most, I sense her presence, felt but never seen. I hear her laughter strum just like guitars accompanied by distant tambourines. If only I could reach to touch the stars, I'd bring her back and life would be serene. I thought I felt her in the summer breeze; I swore she held on tightly to my hand. Reminder nearly brought me to my knees— losing her was nothing I had planned. Each time I walk into a crowded place, I half expect to see her smiling face. Your word is sugarcane. Jennifer Alexandra Memories of my youth drift back,To Queensland and the sugar farms, Where cane toads kept me awake, Spreading their damaging harm. Our favourite game in the car, Was to squash them on the road, There is no sympathy here, For this pesty poisonus toad. We would sit out on the porch, Looking over the fields of green, Eating our barbecued meal, The evening a pleasant scene. Lifes happiest childhood memory, Harvest times greatest treat, The farmer's gift to us kids, Fresh cut sugarcane so sweet. Your word is memory Fish*sWife - I'm Baaaaack! For Grandma GibbonDaughter, Son, Husband. Grandaughters, Grandsons. A great grandson you never met. My novel, your novel. Different worlds. Fancy eggs, fashion paintings. A portfolio from a school that did not count. Cats, dogs, the outside birds. Counting, feeding, finding. Pets from the past. Forgetting, falling. Mindless orbit, plotting escape. All a memory lost. ~~~~~~~~~ Your word is pet HawaiianPeach Anna's hands knot around her needleand floss, embroidering the scene as her pet vinaigrette memory pictures it. The olive highlights pea-green fogged leaf clusters scattering over feathery petals. The A-frame chalet, nestling in a mountain niche, clouds banking on its roof. Robert scuttled into the forest, taking his paintbox and canvas. It would hang over their sofa, he thought. Over their sofa, or maybe above the piano they'd buy someday. She kissed him at the door, then danced into the kitchen. Romaine, bell peppers and hearts of palm in a walnut bowl, sesame oil and raspberry balsamic. All wilted as she waited. Forty years its been now, and Anna never has quite captured the scene. -------------- Your word is peep MOO for President Colorful sugar-coating,marshmellow goodness in form Celebrates all holidays but is most appreciated on Easter. Give me a purple squishy bunny, that is not too dried out. Give me a standard yellow chicky to seperate and chew on. I love all the little Peeps, when they melt in my mouth. Put them in a microwave with a toothpick and watch them fight to the death. The Next word is: Salute Princess Megan Bella Rose This is our country-I steal a line from John Melencamp's song. I look at the beauty of our land of the USA. I take time to salute our beautiful country. George Bush has his work cut out for him. Stop the war, blood and the pain. I love and support our troops! I salute them! The flag stands for freedom. The red, white and blue. Remember Bob Dylan's protest songs? I salute him, too! The Viet Nam War, The men who fought there including my father, I salute them, too! Dad made it back but others didn't and I mourn their loss and salute them, too! Hopefully, this war will end someday soon. Our beautiful land is safe and hopefully will remain that way. America fights for freedom and a salute is a small token of praise. Salute! Say a prayer, too. This is our country! {Thanks, John Melencamp!} Your word is: Country Tammy~Catchin Up~ CountryClear, blue morning skies Oh, listen to the animals cooing and birds singing. Underneath the big, oak tree Next to you, we played 'till late afternoon Trapping frogs and chasing butterflies! Remember the fun we had, the bond we shared? You were my bestfriend and still are. Your word is: raincoat SouthernDiva I wear this silly raincoatTo keep me dry and warm Mom picks out all my clothes To this I could have sworn. I like to jump in puddles And play out in the rain But Mom doesn’t like me wet So, I have to bear the shame. I wear it when I go outside When rain is pouring down All the kids just laugh at me It makes me look like a clown. Your word is misjudge WriterKim The distance between here and there, it seems not far indeed. Yet I sell short the growing gap That yawns for you and me. Such silence fills our lonely house, and spilling at the seams, it creeps across our dying yard, and smothers all our dreams. The promise you once held for me, so sacred to my soul, now shatters into tiny bits and burns like soggy coal. For these shortfalls I will forgive. I shall not hold a grudge. Twas my own heart that let me down, and led me to misjudge. Your word is: Innocent Erik Stark Winter blown away Fresh and green innocent wind Spring is sprung today Your word is Fresh kansaspoet What I Cannot See It’s what I cannot see that fully awakens me. A fresh spring breeze wisps through the trees, vibrating the leaves. I can see where it’s been, feel it’s touch on my skin; yet, I see not the wind. Words come from the Spirit, anew, with messages I know to be true, inspiring me through and through. I sense his presence is near - the things he speaks are dear; yet, I see not, but only hear. The tender voice of my wife, speaks fresh, removing strife - bringing peace into my life. Her love shines in a smile - in a tear, once in a while. For it, I’ll walk the last mile. I cannot see her ‘love,’ per say, but I know it’s there each day. It’s what I cannot see that fully awakens me. Your word is: rustic StaiNed The Rustic Clown I saw a horrifying almost comfortless site. A rustic clown, with eyes of clay. His balloons were souls, frightened and damned. Floating above him, on strings of hair. His smile was misleading. A touch was the path to dammanition. His kiss was maddening and beautiful. The rustic clown glanced at me, I shuddered in pain as he stepped towards me. A rustic clown looking for souls, and coming for mine. Your word is Liberation SHERRI GIBSON LUVS SP “LIBERATION”Freedom doesn’t come easily. Is it really meant to be? Has it just become a word, something considered absurd? Liberation comes with a cost, after so many lives are lost. I wonder if warring will ever cease; if the world will know everlasting peace Is It really meant to be for us to be totally free? Dare we hope for such things, and the contentment that it brings? HOOVES The word is device Thinking Poem Left to my own device I never had to think twice Included in a group That got me into the soup Lots of good they did do So it seemed to someone new Then the braying commenced Sacrifices up, so tense Those with nothing to lose Decried the inept blues So, I did some sleuthing Found the reasons for mooing Lot of good is written For all the bad vibes given Stay the course, stick it out Good will survive without doubt! Your word is friendship Lexi Ashen Married John Ashen Raining Memory There's a table resting in the corner where we exchanged friendship for romance. We shared tea, side by side unfolding silly fortunes scribed on strips of paper. Pictures of us shape and shift- just like scenes playing in my dreams; candlelight from lanterns danced shadows across your mouth as they moved words, but then memories of you fall and fade. I walked past our favorite hideaway and caught my reflection in the window, unwanted reminders drifted through my thoughts- without you, it never rains here anymore. Your word is praline Jennifer Alexandra Sweet Seduction Swirling cream, bitter chocolate, Melting together smooth and rich. Caramelised sugar and nuts, Praline,the chocolatier's dream. Dipped in the blended potion, Finished off with Chantilly cream. Tantalizing temptations, the exotic flavours are dancing over excited taste buds, the anticipation a delight. Your word is exotic MOO for President A tiger-striped birdflies overhead, lands on the branches of a polka-dotted tree. The purple moon reflects on ripples in a golden pond. The peaceful morning begins. Sunburned vacationers awaken from their stupor wipe their eyes and live in exotic wonder. The next word is: Milk Princess Megan Bella Rose This quailfies as bad poetry. You have been warned!Milk is good to drink. It is good for the soul. As a kid, I would pour it down the sink. I would drink it with cereal in my bowl. Milk is in cheese. Milk helps get rid of heartburn. I am not teasing! Cows eat fern. This is a hrad poem to write. The word milk requires some thought. I want to get the milk poem just right. Maybe I should go lie down on a cot. Writing the milk poem has been fun. I just made some pudding and I need a snack. I used milk and here comes the sun. I am having a real snack attack. This poem is done. Diet Pepsi is good to drink. Sorry this poem has some bad puns! At least I didn't run out of ink! Your Word is: Pudding Tammy~Catchin Up~ (mines not much better~~)Perfectly smooth Upon my tongue~ Dark chocolate Dreamy snack! I enjoy Nice, yummy, Gooey pudding! Your word is scarecrow! SouthernDiva I created him from straw, you seeTo help me with my garden He watches over crops for me And smiles at his pretty maiden Standing there, as if at attention Guarding all the growing goods Never one to cause dissention Sending birds back to the woods He may not be all that and more But he’s my hero and new beau Some find him to be quite a bore But he’s my new scarecrow Your word is: "Never" WriterKim No one has ever seen Eyes such as yours: Twenty years-old, Yet older than the sea. They speak of mysteries Locked deep inside An ancient tomb Whose air is damp with rot. What could they have witnessed That aged them so? How many lives Have they seen to this date? I asked your eyes to tell Secrets they hold, Secrets they hide. Silently they replied: "Never." Your word is: "antisocial" Hooves of Fire! Herdless Wanderer Haiku Scorn mass gathering Cud chewing pretentious cows Prefering deep thought Solitary stand Some call me antisocial "So what?" I moo back. Pedantic judment elicits derisive snorts Nostrils quiver, not! Your word is: "Scorn" Erik Stark No One None will I dine with or spend any time with I believe in my Myth Myself, in my skiff Scorn of many And none at all Makes my skin crawl I'll stay alone, after all Your word is "Crawl" kansaspoet From Backyards to Battlefields While sergeants bark mercilessly, young men crawl laboriously, strenuously through the dirt. Cautious, moving undetected; watching for the unexpected, tired, exhausted, but alert. Torso flattened to the ground moving forward without a sound, to silence bound – self-control. On rugged terrain, soldiers strive to gain skills needed to survive and stay alive on patrol. Training, preparing for deploys. Only yesterday, merely boys, the guns were toys, bullets fake. But now they hear the battle's fray, Explosions not so far away; no longer play, life's at stake.   This poem is an old Welsh poetry form - the Cywydd Llosgyrnog. Six line stanza: syllables run eight, eight, seven; eight, eight, seven. Lines one and two rhyme with the middle of line three; lines four and five rhyme with the middle of line sis; lines three and six rhyme with each other. Your word is "Playground" SHERRI GIBSON LUVS SP
~GG The word is: apricot Leaves of apricot Glide with autumn's wind; Frost glistens on pumpkins Yet to be picked from my garden. Scents of wood-burning stoves Capture the air — my spirit breathes, Renewing a sense of serenity Throughout my mind. Delight in the moment and all it brings— Autumn's beauty will soon fade away As winter's blanket of white Surrounds me while I dance. Your word is: mystical Char Mystical Moments of vast, sheer beauty stop my breath. Yes, a pause in that life giver, if only for an instant. Stillness surrounds me, embraces me, warms me ‘til I realize I am not breathing, and I gasp yet again. Ice cracking, birds twittering, leaves rustling, sun shining, Cleaving its way through mountains of gray clouds… All astound me with their seeming simplicity. Let me pause, leave me breathless, for that is mystical. Next word: Lazy ariel True EnemyI am my own true enemy With the clock that ticks freedom away With the pyramid pile of bookwork leering my way I am my own true enemy I am my own prison keeper With the foldable To Do List With the highly charged work ethic I am my own prison keeper If only I could be a mermaid With a LAZY tale flicking foam off land Time would hold no curfew Paper work would shrivel in the sand The endless To Do list would be fish bait And no mermaid needs work ethic to comb seashells in her hair Yes, I could be a mermaid Sipping salt in my ocean dreamland Rather than sinking into reality in this dry off land Your word is "endless" Mae The time drips by as my mind wanders, The clock works backwards as I slip away, There I am; next to you, Forever, here to stay. We cannot speak for nothing is to be spoken, Time is frozen solid still, As dreams are weaved, And fantasies revealed. Lust over takes the initial feeling, Followed by desire and burning, The fire travels deep within, My thoughts no longer turning. As we spin in a world so complicated, Our bodies tie together, twirling, With souls bonding with eternal fire, The ecstasy quickly unfurling. The power of us rapidly fading, The unity, cherished, commences to fail, I am ripped from your soul, To spend time in my ENDLESS hell. I am spent and now are dying, The contemplation of me alone, Destroys my corpse, Turns upside inside of my soul. The clock starts its perpetual tick, Time picks up with a moan, Each instant I am reminded of you, Along with the foreverness of being alone. Your word is AGONY. HOOVES It is agony to do it, but I must end this campfire here. Thanks to all my gracious and talented campers for another fun campfire!The End! © Copyright 2007 HOOVES, Lexi Ashen Married John Ashen, Jennifer Alexandra, Fish*sWife - I'm Baaaaack!, HawaiianPeach, MOO for President, Princess Megan Bella Rose, Tammy~Catchin Up~, SouthernDiva, WriterKim, Erik Stark, kansaspoet, StaiNed, SHERRI GIBSON LUVS SP, Hooves of Fire!, ~GG, Char, ariel, Mae, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
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