Open-Source Poetry Three #1

Yippee ki yay, Dear Readers!

Yeah… Maybe we’re in a silly mood today. And maybe it’s got something to do with the dolphins. You know the ones. The dolphins that are rising from the oceans to get us? Mankind isn’t safe!

On the other hand, it would be unfair to think of only dolphins as the foremost threat for humanity. Naked amoebas, feral penguins and deadly spoon sharks can also take offence, and combine their efforts to wipe us out. We wouldn’t stand a chance!

So, here’s what we must do: We must save the world with the power of poetry! We must all band together and create an atomic masterpiece that will blow the dolphins’ skittles sky high! Have a look below to see what our plan entails and how you can play an active role.

1) We provide the first line of the poem.
2) You write the next line.
3) You submit your line via the comments section of this very post.
4) We pick the line we like most and add it to the poem.
5) We publish the first and second lines in a follow-up post.
6) Steps 2-5 are repeated until we have a masterpiece!

And, please, don’t forget about those naked amoebas. Tati once got their front and back ends mixed up. What a disaster!

Вензель

wet backs, sharp fangs, dangerous dolphin eyes

Вензель_нижний

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINATONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018

christ on a bike

why do they add the aitch between
and how is that meant to be offensive?
jesus and christ, middle name harold
likes long walks on the beach and hurling frisbees
what’s so contemptible about that?

 

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016

GUEST POST // One Last Time by Sheldon Kleeman

To gaze upon your beauty
one last time

I stand waiting
and wanting

As you slowly
walk away

The closeness of
our hearts
has now made
these feelings
grow apart

That these
two hearts
are no
longer
one

The love
we shared
is now
from afar

Stepping
as you
walk
each
stone
is now
our
broken
Heart

 

by SHELDON KLEEMAN
© All rights reserved 2015

barefoot rendezvous

i kiss the road with my bare feet
the ground’s womb heat my sole to keep
i am the lover, it the bed sheet
i imprint upon reality’s sleep

i make love in gentle dust
with intuition, shuffle and brush
a happenstance witness, stray wind’s gust
it scarpers in a flustered rush

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018