Oooooh so cliché darling!

It's easy to overuse cliché when writing. Choose one of the following clichés, then write your argument against it. Use examples of experiences in your own life if you can, or simply have a good rant, it's up to you how you present your case.

- What goes around comes around
- Money is the root of all evil
- All is fair in love and war
- When life gives you lemons, make lemonade
- Laughter is the best medicine
- There's no such thing as a free lunch
- Every cloud has a silver lining
- All good things come to those who wait
- Revenge is a dish best served cold

Rules

* No collabs
* please state which cliché you have used, either in the title or somewhere before or after the poem.
* Please check spelling / grammar
* No txtspk
* No prose please
* New writes only
* One entry per poet
* Any questions please ask me

when life gives you lemons make cherryade

hey you
lemons in every orifice
i have some oranges
lets invent capitalism

im sorry
i cant get mad at a cliche.
'im an international spy

not a creep.'

manic pixie dead girl is my tagline
half true
like everything
i rest my case

...

(Here's a whole handful.)

         simple dynamics


the cat had my tongue but gave it back (untangled).

I stick to my pens (guns are too limited).

I put it in my pipe, the smoke conceals my sorrow.

I’ve never rolled with the punches. somehow, it beat some sense into me.

I’ve been There & I’ve done That (it wasn’t what I expected).

I’ve rushed in with fools, & discovered wonders that angels can’t imagine.

I’ve rescued soft things from between a rock & a hard place.

I’ve stood my ground where grass whispers, rivers sing, & lightning doesn’t strike.

my mind is not made up, & it never will be.

I often wonder if I was ever someone’s last red hot lover.

I cry over spilled milk.

one more thing:
I’m taking it with me.

JohnFeddeler said:(Here's a whole handful.)

         simple dynamics


the cat had my tongue but gave it back (untangled).

I stick to my pens (guns are too limited).

I put it in my pipe, the smoke conceals my sorrow.

I’ve never rolled with the punches. somehow, it beat some sense into me.

I’ve been There & I’ve done That (it wasn’t what I expected).

I’ve rushed in with fools, & discovered wonders that angels can’t imagine.

I’ve rescued soft things from between a rock & a hard place.

I’ve stood my ground where grass whispers, rivers sing, & lightning doesn’t strike.

my mind is not made up, & it never will be.

I often wonder if I was ever someone’s last red hot lover.

I cry over spilled milk.

one more thing:
I’m taking it with me.








Miss_Sub said:It's easy to overuse cliché when writing. Choose one of the following clichés, then write your argument against it.

- What goes around comes around
- Money is the root of all evil
- All is fair in love and war
- When life gives you lemons, make lemonade
- Laughter is the best medicine
- There's no such thing as a free lunch
- Every cloud has a silver lining
- All good things come to those who wait
- Revenge is a dish best served cold

Mr Feddeler - the rules state that you please pick one of the aforementioned cliches. As awesome as your entry is, it doesn't meet competition rules. Sorry.

We sat together for maybe three hours
he loved to drink tea
and talk about how rainbows looked
so different the humble bee
that they didn't see things the way we do

" they don't see the same way we do"

he was a funny old man
sometimes he'd walk around
with his trousers half way up his belly
and an old pair of grey slippers
his father's father had passed down
after he'd won them in a drink off
when Padraig Mulligan
dropped unconscious, way back
when cigarettes were around ten a penny

his television had given up its will to live
about a month before hand
so he had the old wireless on the table

it was the very first time
that I'd seen his hand shaking
enough to be sending tea
splashing out of either side of his cup

he'd his right hand hovering over
the old yellow dial-around telephone
because the man from the embassy
had promised to ring him back
the moment there was any kind of news

he looked proudly at the photograph on the wall
the glass, clean enough to not even be there
"Greetings from the N.Y.F.D"
sewed in gold thread at the top
and below, his three sons and their colleagues
smiling like Cheshire cats
in front of their engine

it was three days before the phone rang
and the man from the embassy
was so terrible sorry
because neither of his sons had made it out

we buried the old man
about a month before his sons
left the plane in body bags


good things come to those who wait

*RANT* {warning adult content}

Useless as tits on a boar hog, haha.
It's rotten on the belly of felled log.

Receiving a critique on your poetry
by an unskilled non-poetic bubble-head.

Keep your self absorbed uneducated
opinions and assumptions
as far away from poetry as
the astral planes will allow.

There's nothing more annoying
than having a dulled dumbass
walk in your space and squat over
your poetry and take a dump.

Fuck with mine and I'll set you ablaze
with my words and come back around and
decapitate your senses on the learning curve.

We put heart, mind and soul into our poems.
Not to mention the countless hours of research to hone.

Yes, you my be excused now. Thank you!
This is brought to from the mind of
the complexly insane. Good day


Treatment: If life gives you lemons...squirt the juice in their fucking eyes !!!!

Great Comp Topic...here's my entry...

The Root of All Evil

The trees burn and die
To form paper—green dye
President’s faces
Greed and corruption: disgraces

However…

Natural disasters extinguish lands of humanity
Damage to survivors invigorates uncontrolled profanity
Leaving them alone to wallow in grief and sorrow
Checks are signed, cash donated: brighter tomorrow

Homes in Africa, decrepit and old
Painted with infected families and mold
Leaving families starving and sick
Checks are signed, cash donated: better times built brick by brick

Food drives for the poor
Car washes to fight the sick animal’s war
Local communities efforts on display
Checks are signed, cash donated: suspended times of gray

Holidays and birthdays arrive
Innocent child need gifts to survive
Toys appear in bulk
Checks are signed, cash donated: doesn’t force children to sulk

A dollar bill dropped, unclaimed
Poor child picks it up, his luck, “insane!”
Goes to the store, “Hey you never know.”
Wins the lotto!

So…

The root of all evil is not money.
Money is dead, can’t be the root of anything.
The root of all evil is the corrupt intention
Behind the use of the money
Unfortunately, the corrupt intention is alive...and powerful.

Could we use ALL of them or must we pick just one?

Could you maybe add
Two heads are better than one
Or
When a door closes a window opens
??  I love the comp idea!
Just having a hard time picking one

mikimoondancer said:Could you maybe add
Two heads are better than one
Or
When a door closes a window opens
??  I love the comp idea!
Just having a hard time picking one

A Rolling Stoner gathers no moss?

keys_and_gloves said:Could we use ALL of them or must we pick just one?

Just one :)

mikimoondancer said:Could you maybe add
Two heads are better than one
Or
When a door closes a window opens
??  I love the comp idea!
Just having a hard time picking one

Just one from the list I'm afraid miss moon. That's the idea of a comp - pushing ourselves out of our comfort zones to stretch the old brain bag a bit

Carpe_Noctem said:

A Rolling Stoner gathers no moss?

In the interest of health and safety I will not be requiring stoners to conduct forward rolls for this competition. If however you would like to go and find a big daisy covered hill with some big fluffy clouds above you could just snuggle in - then you go right ahead and roll, brother. Knock yourself out.

you're right Missy, I will try the ones listed and give it a go
thanks