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The Pathetic Book of Poetry - 04/08/2014
by V. Blake
Our very own Jody Pratt was cool enough to put together a book of poetry using submissions from Pathetic members. Read more about it in the forums--you can even just click this link if you're feeling lazy, so no excuses.
Thanks go out to Jody for his efforts and to everyone who submitted their work to make it possible. Go get yourself a copy!
New Server - 08/03/2013
by Gavin M Roy
The site has been moved to a new server which should address the ongoing login issues for the past week or so.
Stop, Collaborate, and Listen Contest Results - 09/20/2011
by V. Blake
Well, the extended contest is over, and we have our results! Congratulations to our winners, and a sincere thanks to all the participants!
WINNER:
Scarecrow by Frankie Sanchez and Steven Kenworthy
RUNNERS-UP:
Everyone else! (Sorry. The submissions were too few to warrant runner-up selections!)
There wasn't a huge pool of submissions this time around, but all the ones we got were awesome. Thanks again everybody.
Stop, Collaborate, and Listen Contest - 08/28/2011
by V. Blake
Well, the initial closing of the contest was to take place last night, but as we've only had two submissions so far, I have decided to extend the date by a couple of weeks to give everyone some more time. I understand collaborations don't always get done in a neat schedule, so I am hoping this will allow for a bit more competition.
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Poem of the Day for 09/22/17
Fathom Devotion
by Jody Pratt
I. Uttered
On your tongue,
my name a signature
that flows like tied ribbons.
You lend me your syllables
sensing I am adjective.
I endeavor to be a verb.
You pronounce me.
I am spelled;
a gift from lips in tandem.
II. To tip a mirror
What paint would you spill,
if I had to pick the color?
Will it smell of roses
when I guess red?
Pedestals are dangerous,
like sleeping on silver platters.
You smile
and your dimples part
like an angels wings.
How dangerous is a cloud?
III. An eyelash for a wish
A sunburn on your eyelid
that learned to speak
blinks poetry aloud.
“Her eyes were listening,”
suggested the tears.
Yet it does not wash away.
IV. In sheep’s clothing
If I whisper welcomed words
will I woo you whimsically away?
A tilted chin and
shifted peripheral eye say,
“Indeed.”
A tenacious tongue
leaves me convinced,
you are but a tender crater.
I am the light of the moon.
V. Speaking of not…
They’ll poor their hearts out,
when pressured enough
by an insistent point.
Balloons are like men.
Full of air and
never wanting
to get
to
the…
Our conversation,
I’ve turned it to soup.
VI. An empty birch
A tree reaches out
to its neighbor.
Decades pass.
Not even the wind
can push them together.
VII. Ruffled feathers
Swans get dirty too, you know.
The weather doesn’t turn
the rain down just for this bird.
They play in the mud
and squawk at leering eyes.
They might act like a duck,
or even turn off the lights.
It’s all for show.
You are still a swan.
VIII. A watch tocks
The caw of a crow
hardly in the distance,
not confined and
echoing.
Ocean tides shifting
on jagged rocks
somehow sooth the mind.
Reassuring in their constancy.
Steady like a ticking heart.
IX. Devotion
Forgiven sins make for soft pillows.
In perpetual darkness
you hold a flashlight to my eyes.
I squint, praying I go blind
before the bulb burns out.
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