{ Carpe Verbum } Forum Let the Games Begin!

Since there's a contest in effect, i won't bother you with another until we get more members. I will, however, ask you to take part in a game int he forum that i have just decided to incite.

Oner person will choose a topic, and the next will respond with a short poem (or a Jr. flash fiction piece) about said topic. After doing this, the individual will choose another topic, and it shall go on in a never ending chain until we are all old and drooling, or until everybody gets really bored.

I'll Start:
Fire (Hurray for pyros! ::biggrin::)

Quote:


Flames engulf my dreams.
I can do nothing but stand there,
Watching what I yearned for
Turn into disgusting grey ashes.

Nomore faith.
Nomore hope.
Just fire, eating everything.
Licking at what I love with it's lustful tongue.

Tainting,
Consuming,
Destroying,
Everything that gives me the will to live!

I'm covered,
In flakes of ashe.
Suffocating as the fire moves to finish me off.
Burning me,
Then leaving me cold and dead.

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Eh... did that work alright? Well... I guess I'll pick the next topic:

Handcuffs

Hands
mAke
woNderful
bonDing
chanCes
thoUgh
cuFfs
oFfer
Sensuality


Uh, yeah. Next topic:

Persian rugs

Okay if I have this right I can do a poem or a very short piece of fiction about the topic perscribed. I hope I'm doing theis right. So here is my piece on Persian Rugs.

The Persian Rug

The Persian Rug in the front salon was his favorite place to make love to Emily. It's plushness and cream color were the perfect back drop for her dark exotic look. She loved it there too. They would share their passion and then curl up to the fireplace. No words were ever spoken when they were done, there was no need; their love was stonger then the neccessity of frivolous endearments.
When their friends came to visit at the great house in Marlboro Square they always admired the beauty of the rug. Everyone loved it and it was his second favorite possesion; Emily was his first. But as much as everyone loved to look at the rug they never knew what Emily and he did there or how much the rug meant to them. It was theirs and noone could change that.
That was until the night he came home from the country early. He was supposed to be gone a week, but instead it was only four days. He had ridden hard to return to his beloved Emily. He missd her and the time they spent on their Persian Rug. He missed her scent and the feel of her legs wrapped around him as he slid into her warmth.
It was just hours ago that he had cme to the salon and the Persian Rug, hoping to find Emily there. He had found her alright, but it wasn't him that he found between her spread thighs. Of all the people who could have been there, it was his stable master. She was screwing the servents, the hired help.
There had been a terrible argument between the three of them. He remembered none of it, nothing that was said or done. He did know that it was something very very bad though, because the beautiful Persian Rug that had once been theirs was no longer it's beautiful cream coloring. Now it was a deep blood red...

So on to the next topic, hmm, it must be something good. Why dont we try: Feather Dusters (Where this came from I have no idea)

erm...feather dusters??? all rightee then...

Plush,
like the padding of my life,
Like the foam around my eyes,
Like the cushion that dissolved, exposed my weakling mind to light.
Like the air within my lungs,
Like the pheonix cry you sung,
Like the lies you told before they turned to knives---oh, how they stung.
Feather duster,
I know you---
more than i ever needed to,
For we share a common function, (though it's one i'd never choose):
Clenched within uncaring fists,
Thrown about in reckless shifts,
Rubbed in grime, and left to lie, then tossed away with sick remiss.

OK! next topic---
Marble.

Quote:


The marble, slick, cold, enticing
I lay in the mausoleum still as a corpse,
Forgetting,
Silencing.
My past is forever forgotten,
My past turned to dust,
As the tears turn to black and white pools on the floor.

Next topic:
Grape and Cherry Snow Cone

erm... let's see where this one goes...
Topic: Grape and cherry snow cone

Ferocious heat,
glistening beads of sweat,
Together in a realm of passion,
our mingled perfume,
creates a shroud of illusion.

A gentle rumble,
echoes the storm clouds above.
I sense the hunger,
the longing for love.

Take me in a vineyard,
rustle of grape leaves, moving.
Snow skin mingling sins
Cherry pops, your cone's in...

(lol - poetic license?)
Next: Old Shoe

Old Shoe

I once had an old shoe
that caused some pee-yews.
I tried all the fragrances.
I tried all the sprays.
I tried all the liquids,
but it still smelled of decay.
I kept my shoes,
till I could stand the smell no more.
I went to the street corner
and sat the shoe upon a box.
I tried to sell the shoe to everyone,
Nobody would buy, not even a fox.
Finally I found a buyer to adopt the wretched funk.
My burden was removed by a man named the Skunk.

Crusty Jugglers

Quote:


Okay Crusty Jugglers- I sense a little ICP insiration in this one. So here we go...

Deep within the underground
Where only bugs ar usually found
You'll find one who was once a man
ho traveled far across the land
Given even half a chance
He would make you laugh and dance
In olden days he was a jester
Travelng to bring king's pleasure
A trickter, tried and true
The Juggler he's known to you
One day a king did not approve
And on his word his head removed
Laid to rest
In his Sunday best
Now traipsing through all known hells
You hear the ringing of his bells
In the ground he moldered dusty
And is called the Juggler Crusty.

Next topic: Temptation

Oh how I hate temptation.

The low cut dress,
The short shorts.
The heat bringing up droplets of sweat,
Glistening.
My pulse begins to race
As my heart rate rises.
I try not to stare.
Too late,
I'm caught.
She smiles and walks away.
Her hips sway,
I swoon.

Oh how I love temptation.

Next topic: Haunted House

Haunted House

The fog rises and reveals the house
It's scary and looks as if it is about to fall
Your friends dare you to go knock on the door
You run up and just as your hand is about to touch the door
A huge mouth appears on the door
The house is trying to eat me

RUN!!!!!!!!!!

::confused::
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Baseball

Baseball.....

Large beads of sweat ran off his brow stinging his eyes, but he couldn't blink them away, he had to keep his eye on the pitcher and the ball he was about to throw. Everything the team had worked so hard for came down to this, to him, and he couldn't let them down. All they needed was one homerun. As he watched the pitcher shake his head for the second time, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of ball it would be, fast or slow, straight or a curve. The pitcher signaled his agreement to the catcher. Here it comes he thought. The pitcher pulled back and threw the ball with all he had. A straight fast ball right over the plate. This was almost too easy. Keeping his eye on the ball he waited until the last moment, the perfect moment to swing. CRACK! The ball and bat connected and he didn't think twice. Just dropped the bat and ran towards first. It wasn't until he was rounding second that the announcer's voice penetrated his concentration. "It's a homerun, clear over the fence ladies and gentlemen. The Pirates win the state championship for the third year in a row." The crowd was on their collective feet cheering and screaming.
But as he rounded to home plate to meet his teamates all he could think about was how proud his dad was going to be and how Steffie would reward him for his playing in the back seat of his car later tonight....

Next topic- Underground Caverns