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Here you will find various prompts to hopefully jumpstart your poetic fingers into writing. Try for daily writing time, but even a weekly poem is better than nothing at all Setting up a regular routine for writing can result in a lot of poems written on the fly, often without fine tuning. But it also can spark the beginnings of a new poem that can be honed later. What the challenge does is, it inspires writing. Any one can jump in when and if the prompt moves them. If you are so inspired go ahead and share your prompted poem in the thread and identify which prompt you followed. Of if it turns out a winner maybe share it in Member's Poetry where it will be commented on. I will do my best to add the prompts and forms here in this thread in case someone here could benefit from a little nudge. Don't expect me to be punctual with the prompts No judges here, just nudges. ~~Tink

Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry Invented Forms The Nonet is a popular invented stanzaic form that can be found all over the internet. Both Poetry Base and Shadow Poetry feature it as well as several other poetic communities. The elements of the Nonet are: stanzaic, written in any number of 9 line stanzas. syllabic, 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 syllables per line. usually unrhymed. unidentified by judi van gorder tangled tight within brush and brambles crusted in grit and crushed dead leaves in a putrid pile of trash the color of clay mud a skeletal hand lying stone still suddenly flinches. Once

Well, Dear Ms. Tinker, you are becoming quite famous at The Poet's Place Cafe. This week's challenge there is simply titled, "Nashers." The following is today's post on my personal blog, https://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/915307-Nashers-My-Towns-Got-Talent which I will copy to The Poet's Place Cafe as I am copying it here as well. My comfort level, regarding this style, is considerably less than with my favor format, but I believe I have achieved the spirit of the verse in a way that is not too adverse. We have talents that we hope are best or good enough, Yet we shoot our feet, when giving out just verbal fluff. We can live our lives as wondrous funny and wise souls, When we are as we were made to be, not fawning, grovelly trolls. We wonder if our writing's worthy to be shown and read, But our worthless writing's that we refused to pen 'fore dead. We must cast away our demons that do trouble us with doubt, For it's time that they should find a shady corner and just pout. by Jay O'Toole on July 13th, 2017 For more about these witticisms invented by Ogden Nash just peruse the following links. https://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/2013/12/04/in-form-poet-wednesday-with-rj-clarken-the-nasher/ http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/forums/topic/997-ii-the-couplet-the-nasher-couplet/ As you will notice Dr. Dave cited your post from June 1st, 2009 as background information, regarding the Ogden Nash verse.

Ok I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone. I need an example poem demonstrating the spirit of the Spanish poetic genre "Pregunta". It takes more than one poet. So I thought someone out there might like to play with form just for the fun of it and help me write that poem. Here is the description: The Pregunta (Spanish for question) was a popular form of "poetic debate" of the Spanish court poets of the 14th and 15th centuries. It is a kind of Spanish version of the French Débat. In the Pregunta, one poet would pose a question in poetic form, usually on the theme of religion or philosophy, the frame of which including number of lines, meter and rhyme were at the poet's discretion. An answer to the posed question would be given by another or even more than one poet using exactly the same frame or structure as the inquiring poem including the same rhymes, not just rhyme scheme but rhyme words. Occasionaly when a poet could not duplicate the rhymed words identically he would excuse himself. I would imagine that the evolution of this form would be a simple question answer poem by a single poet. Keeping the spirit of what appears to have been a court competition in the original Pregunta, the poet could write both the question and answer using an identical frame and for the purist, identical rhyme words. But for the fun of it, who out there would like to pose a question in meter and rhyme? By the way Spanish poetry is usually syllabic not metric. And once a question is presented in nonce form, who would be willing to respond in like quality and kind? There is so much talent here on this Forum, I am dying to see what some of you would come up with. One poet writes a question in a short poem using a specific frame with rhyme. The frame can be an already established form or one you create. A second and/or third poet responds with an answer to the question. The frame of the 2nd and/or 3rd poems must be the same as the question poem. The answer poems not only carry the same rhyme scheme but if you want to test your skills also carry the same rhyme words. The first poet has it a little easier in that he/she gets to set the tone, the frame, the rhyme. So who has a little time on their hands to play? Who is up for the challenge? ~~Tink

Prologue Capitalism , you are ruthless human's value , you know not Capitalism , you are worthless Good virtue , you know not All you can value is money People having hegemony What's the value of human toil What's the value of plough and soil ?? Money is your greatest symbol That values here , relations all A Bank is its repository A place shrouded in mystery Here is the man ! its guardian Its entrustéé- custodian Smithian -- keynesian (but not from prosperous scion ) He who seems arrogant to some He who seems vehement to some He who seems to someone ;; dear He is our mister cashier !!! ----------------- But ...... Sir .... Before deciding , let me have a say Handling cash is not my forte I can handle people on the desk That cash chamber is a place grotesque.... You are non performing .... generate no sale Banking has to run on profitable scale Non performance i cannot bear That's why i force you as cashier ----------------- Alarm rings ! twanging sound from the bell He wakes up as if back from hell The hell he had been in yest'' day He will return there -- o Dismay ! Cash ! Cabin ! Claustrophobia keeps causing him insomnia (( Recession ! , i better not sob its better that i do this job !! )) Petrified glance ! (at the small pouch) that keeps causing him oohs & ouch Assuring its safe custody The cashier becomes ready for his redundant job........ ---------- I am damn sure that boss will shout tis too late already ( fat boss will shout ) Sir , my bike failed , twas not my fault boss :::: ----You bufoon ! go and open the vault That can cause giant companies to crash Neatly bundled ... safely kept is the cash Follow Guidelines and all circular The quantum of cash should be regular Any difference -- You will be liable to your exchequer You are its guardian - care taker --------- S.o.d not done ! but people start queueing For poor cashier there's no releaving Work load ! washed ! tawny face People look at you with frowny face Come on ! we have other jobs to do The cashier smiles with a clowny face Dirty notes -- Smelly notes -- torn notes-- oiled notes Scribbled notes - folded notes - roiled notes - soiled notes Farmer's money - doctor's money - teacher's money White money -- black money -minister's money - Whole day who squabbles and wrangles for money Cant take a single dime -- what an irony ------- Days is progressing -- usual lull (( On this glass should i smash my skull )) Ip messenger ! irksome technology B/m in his usual pedagogy Boss : Rohit ! your approach lacks endurance Business is what i want -- sell insurance Weekend deadline ! Try till you exhaust Bring a policy at whatsoever cost .... (( Although my approach might seem hazy It does not mean that i am lazy )) Cannot confirm also cannot deny Sir ..... but ...... Sir ..... ok ..... I will try ------ Humid room .... A/c whirling at its full speed Pungent smell - as if someone's smoking weed This place is richer than one's belief Cash keeps on coming ! there is no relief --------- Moist eyes ! Lumpy throat ! bombarded heart Managing cash is not that easy art Tally ! come on ! tally ! why's this shortfall Let me check neatly transactions all Debits are ok ..... credits are ok -- they tally Yet why this mismatch -- this anomaly . . . . . . Receipts - payments - transfers - remittance All inspection done -- yet there is difference Another case of shortfall in my docket Ah ! yet another whack on my pocket The cash is bundled - put back into vault I was a victim of someone else's fault ..... Pay the cash or go ....... (to jail) A month's salary i had to forgo -------- each day is furtherance of the past this redundancy will forever last but firmly now - i decide - i swear Never in my life i'll be a cashier ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Notes Pouch denotes vault keys ...... a half of the full keys remain with cashier and half with the superior ops head based on my own experience , working as a cashier ....... sod - start of the day ..... a feature for initialising the branch operations in finnacle banking software by infosys which powers most of indian banking sector bank transactions Generally banking jobs in private sector in india involve cross selling ..... selling of bank's tied up products including life insurance , general insurance , mutual fund subscriptions etc .

Ok, the Seven Deadly Sins gluttony envy sloth pride lust anger greed lists often include an additional sin "despair" or "sorrow" Tink's Seven Deadly Sins Panacea A half gallon tub of almond praline ice cream and a spoon is a glutton's prize. The creamy smooth substance slips between the lips with cool comfort, vanilla silk. An occasional almond crunch sends a burst of brown sugar over the tongue to be held there with all reverence until it melts from the mouth. A bite, another, a slow swirling lick and the magic slides into that empty space that expands with ease to accommodate the honeyed panacea, The void never quite filled. More Her word images paint magic on the page, the rhythm of his words slide over his lines and wind in and out of the reader's heart. Another captivates with his tales and another takes me to exotic places in five lines. I want to do that. I have made my place among these poets and more who touch me so, but Oh! how I wish I could be more. Now Here is a No Brainer A stack of paper sits on my desk, menial tasks to be sloughed off to underlings, the stack still sits until someone takes it away. A cup with a couple of spoons and a fork, two plates and an empty milk carton fill the sink. I should at least throw out the carton. Oh and my bed, I have an excuse, I wasn't the last to rise. Need I go on? Way Too Personal I try to practice prayer on bended knee. I need it and I often avoid it, I forget to remember the Source. I understand and honor humility, intellectually I accept it as a necessary virtue. all too often I fail to excercise it. It is just that I have accomplished so much, looking back, I amaze myself sometimes. I know, I know, "return to the Source". I fail to return to the Source. Notice all of the I's in this missive. I prefer to ignore them. I choose not to notice them, but niggling in the back of my mind, I keep waiting for the fall. Inuendo I know you are all waiting for this, do you really think I am going to bare myself? (No pun intended) I am an old married woman, love my man, but my libido is young and single, with dreams independent, its acting on the latter, that is sin of the flesh. (No confession today.) I don't like pain for me or him, I'm not into bondage though I like control, (No, that shouldn't surprise you.) I have had moments I'm not proud of, more moments I've had a lot of fun with, I like it playful, spontaneous, and long. . . (No pun intended.) I'm Not Mad! It pisses me off I can't come up with a clever idea to write about on anger. The problem is I don't get that mad. Now "mad", doesn't that mean crazy? I suppose it is that crazy kind that exemplifies the sin and I am proud to say, not me. Oops, didn't I just write about pride? I suppose a vendetta is another type to watch for, but revenge is too much work if you ask me. Oops, a sloth never retaliates. And then, envy can morph into anger if you don't get what you desire but instead it pushes me to accomplish more, not tear down. I don't like angry sex, no turn on for me, make me smile, leave sadness behind, I'm a glutton for happiness. So I failed this subject, now that can make me really mad. Oh that pride thing again. I Don't Relate to Greed My husband will tell you my sin is I give too much away, at least he thinks so. I find it easy to gather more: more money more debt more family more projects more causes more payroll more charities more friends in need. I have been abundantly blessed, it is easy to share a blessing. They Shall Be Comforted I don't get sadness as a deadly sin…. We've all experienced it, lost loved ones, pets, we've been disappointed, betrayed, sadness is a natural response. True I can't stand a whiner, but they're more an irritant than threatening, no sin there. Jesus said: "Blessed are they who mourn for they shall be comforted." True, I don't feel comfortable on either end of this blessing, but not because I connect it with sin. How did a blessing become a curse? ----------------- ---Judi Van Gorder