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Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.
This year, there are no form requirements, only "tiers" or "rankings" given informally to all participants:
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Write a poem involving a foundation.
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Asimov, Heinlein, Clarke
left their mark as the trinity.
Asimov had Foundation and hard science
while Clarke had imagination in defiance
of his physics and maths affinity,
to echo the stereotype. Heinlein wasn’t qualified
like the other two, but wrote some of the best
mind bending work. His reputation solidified
by his work in Astounding
Stories alone. Nothing so confounding,
penetrating, Icarian, as from their pen
was ever written again.
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Foundation Chase
Life, liberty, pursuit
of what some would call loot
predictable but free
thus constitutionally.
Of what some would call loot
pursuit of happiness
thus constitutionally
men wrote to dream and bless.
Pursuit of happiness
restrained by written words
men wrote to dream and bless
but keep their lands and herds.
Restrained by written words
men could twist out of shape
but keep their lands and herds
by twisting written words.
Men could twist out of shape
what better men had said
by twisting written words
to where they never led.
What better men had said
still shines through if we know
to where they never led
and where we must not go.
Still shines through if we know–
life, liberty, pursuit–
and where we must not go,
predictable but free.
[Form: Pantoum]
Non-practicing atheist
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Moonchild
Speaking the trees lineage,
the roots, these gaffs
are the holes in doubt
where an even uncertainty
is the conjuring stick.
Lick the mist from the aboveground
roots. Sit or stand nude on moss.
Take the innards of stones
as hollow mind. Stand in a sphere.
Close the eyes, and purple play
lights a background of forms,
reading which, chiggers of the absent
mushroom accentuate your truth.
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rising from the dirt
they sprouted and grew like weeds-
civilizations
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05-03-2025, 03:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-03-2025, 03:14 PM by RiverNotch.)
With our meek wooden chapel done,
I have, in Minecraft, now begun
a guildhouse just across the street
composed of stone, plus a grand suite
to house the architect at last.
There in that virtual world, my caste
is naked wanderer, perhaps
fulfillment of a dream since lapsed
before even the dawn of culture:
the scavenger who's no mere vulture
but where he lies starving to death
he yet makes art---the very best---
only, in Minecraft, when one dies,
they're just one click from a new life.
