Showing posts with label Alphabe-Thursday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alphabe-Thursday. Show all posts

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Netherworld News: Apples and Submissions


The theme for this week's Theme Thursday is apples. We've featured a lot of apples in our poems this month at Poetry of the Netherworld. So, here is a tangerine to shake things up a little.
We like apples and tangerines, and we really like writing poetry. 
The featured letter for Alphabe-Thursday is S. S is the first letter in the word Submissions, so we are pleased to inform you about a place that's looking for your poetry submissions. Head for the Reverie Journal to find out more!
S is also the first letter in the phrase Spread the Word. So, let your readers know about the Reverie's call for Submissions. They're sure to thank you, particularly if they get picked like a choice apple!
I need to stop now, because this is getting very silly. Thank you for your time, and for picking Poetry of the Netherworld as the selection for your reading pleasure.

~Faycin A Croud~
(dodges rotting produce)

Thursday, August 7, 2014

L is for Luminous


Lovely, luminous lady Luna
I dreamed you landed on the seashore
Compelling me with your soft, pale light
Pulled into the sweet sensation of your celestial embrace
I never wish to break free from your orbit

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This poem is written from the perspective of one of the Netherworld's best loved characters to his wife. They are fugitives from a horrible Dystopian future. She spent the first seventeen years of her life in a bio-dome on the moon. He often writes romantic poems referring to her origins.

These characters were most recently referenced:
Here, at The Netherworld
or
Here, at Undead in the Netherworld

~Wanda~

Prompts used:

Note from Wanda:
I put the poem back up under protest. Several of the other team members asked me to do so, and I suppose removing it wasn't fair to all the people who came by and said nice things. I appreciate those of you who did. 
I should not have published this poem here, or at any rate, I should not have shared it on blog hops. I thought it was cuter than it actually turned out to be. In reality, it's not very good. I was trying to write from the point of view of one of our characters. It was a stupid idea. I will not do anything this ridiculous again in the future. I'm pretty sure the Vogons could write better poetry than this drivel.
I'm not a very good poet. I wrote it for fun. To those of you who bothered coming here to read this shit, I'm sorry. The last time I published a poem here was October 2013, in memory of my father, who will be gone ten years on the 28th of this month. Fortunately, the times I wax poetic are few and far between, because I'm terrible at it.
My father taught English comp and literature at a high school level. He's probably hiding his head behind his wings in shame from the other angels because his daughter is such a talentless hack. I'm sorry I let you down, Dad. I'm not very good at much of anything, I'm afraid. I will always love you. I wish I could have made you proud in some way.

~Wanda~

Update August 10 2014
I changed the last line. Maybe the change will be more to the liking of the readers.
I'm trying to give the poem a chance. I still don't like it very well at this point and I'm still wondering why I thought it was a good idea to write and/or share it.
Thank you to those who expressed supportive thoughts. Nobody really said anything mean. I'm way too sensitive in the first place, and I've been having family and money problems to compound everything. It was a straw that broke the camel's back thing to have my writing criticized. I overreacted and I'm sorry.
~Wanda~


Thursday, March 21, 2013

Alphabe-Thursday: R is for Rain


R is for Rain
by
Tempest Nightingale LeTrope

I wish it would rain
Gloomy day with gray haze
Like the not quite sorrow in my brain

The sky won't cry
Neither will I
Guess neither of us have it in us to try

I have too much
But not enough
Too much trouble
Not enough of the right stuff

I wish it would rain
Wash away my weariness for just a while
I wish the sky would cry
So I wouldn't have to.

~Tempest~

Jenny Matlock