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Through The Alphabet:  Letter B

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MadameLavender
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Poetry Contest

Use all the words in the list, in a poem
Here’s our next letter in the alphabet comp—B

One entry per person, no collabs , 2 weeks and the winner is decided by vote .

Here’s our list of words—use them all in your poem :

Boston
Blue
Bandana
Bright
Brevity
Bovine
Brush
Boxcar
Banjo
Benevolent

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Tardegrade
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Local Color

 

Boston bleeds -
A sanguine sacrifice:
Bullet-ridden Boys in Blue
And Bandana-clad Bloods
Salaciously spill
Bright blood on pavement

Sweet ambrosia, suffering
Brevity of the abbotoir basin
Bovine brains and bullets
Brush with brass, deadly

Stilled-life portraits
Boxcar bums with banjo-blisters
Beleaguered, brave, and bellicose
Benevolent blades bequeath
Sacred, solemn sleep
Written by Tardegrade
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TIG
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'B'eing

 


From Boston to Montana,
wearing a bright blue bandana
in a boxcar of bovine I rode
strumming my benevolent banjo
with brevity, gave a hand-show
during a brush with this noisy cargo






Written by TIG
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MadameLavender
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Thanks for starting off!

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RexDurkin
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The Boston Strangler

The Boston Strangler is after me
He’s chasing me through the brush    
The blue glow of the moon lets me see    
So I don't step in bovine mush    
    
I run out into a grassy paddock    
and hear the twanging of a bright banjo    
It’s faint but I run towards it      
The Strangler is shouting “C’mere bro!”    
     
I know that his intentions      
are not benevolent.    
The aroma of cow poo      
is now quite prevalent.    
                            
I see a boxcar in the distance      
with a hillbilly out the front    
As he sees me coming over he shouts      
“This is private property cunt!”    
     
He raises his shotgun to me.      
His hat says Caterpillar                                                                                                              
 “Please don't shoot me mate,      
I’m being chased by a serial killer!”    
     
“What's the big Idea you sum’bitch?”      
Says the guy with only one tooth    
“Look buddy, I might smell like bull shit      
but I’m actually telling the truth”    
     
I explain to him the situation      
with the utmost brevity    
He understands that what I'm sayin'    
has no trace of levity    
     
The Stranger bolts out of the trees      
wearing a red bandanna    
The hillbilly and I quickly take cover      
behind an old piana    
     
“Holy shit” says the hillbilly      
“So that’s why you were on the run.”    
“No time for chit-chat now mate,      
shoot that fucker with your gun!”    
     
So the hillbilly fires away,      
I block my ears and shut my eyes    
As the shotgun goes Boom! Boom! Boom!,      
I let out girlish cries    
     
We strip the murders dead body      
grind it into mince meat    
And make it into hamburgers      
which were incredibly nice to eat.
Written by RexDurkin
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MadameLavender
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Thanks for your entry, Rex!

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AEMelia564
Y
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"Beflection"

Boston looked
Blue
The aura
of the town
wore a
Bandana

and in that
Bright
Brevity

a Bovine
swayed
through
Air
Brush
Hazed
distance

The sound
echoed
Into

A
Benevolent
banjo

playing
As I watched
the tracks

A lonely boxcar
stood by
the rails

And
stranger
though

I knew
that
I was

going
home

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MadameLavender
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Thanks so much for your entry Aemelia!

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SatInUGal
Kumar
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MY BROTHER ATTENDED COLLEGE IN BOSTON, MY DAD GREW UP IN BOVINE COUNTRY

A beatnik
Recites blues
In a boxcar
Bound for Indiana

---

A hippie
Spins to music
Wearing a bright
Tie-dyed bandana

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A yuppie
Buys a dinner ticket
Brush with
Benevolent celebrity

---

A hipster
Plays a banjo
While commenting
On life's sad brevity
Written by SatInUGal (Kumar)
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Jade-Pandora
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Busy Bees Blissfully Brave Brilliant Blossoms By Bait & Bail

But
seriously!
Best believe me,
I was full o’ beans,
Boston-born
basically
a generation ago
out of the blue,
to a teeny bikini
& a bandana rama,
known
for its brevity
and bright colors
of sunny golds
and marmalades
‘round the neck
(hit the deck!)
with
midnight moons
rising,
cowboys
riding
buckaroo bovine
who
brush themselves
against
certain death,
take deep breaths,
on horned beasts
with names
like:
“Boxcar Bertha”,
“Banjo Kazoo”,
And the
star
of
the show,
a must-see
with no horns,
if you can believe:
“Benevolent”!

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MadameLavender
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Thanks Kumar & Jade, for your entries !

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wallyroo92
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The Liar

With brevity he’d brush his hair and then wear a blue bandana,
He claimed he was from Boston but played the banjo all too well,
So even though he seemed a benevolent fella, he wasn’t too bright,
When we knew he lived in a boxcar with bovine and really smelled.

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NewBeginnings
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Simple Pleasures

On the border of a little town near Boston, a busker sleeps in an abandoned boxcar,    
a bunker from the brutality of the busy streets; the bane of his bitter existence.

With a banjo by his side, a bottle of booze in his hand, and a dirty, blue bandana tightly wrapped around his head, he dreams of better days, when these blissful moments were experienced in far less brevity; Long before a brush stroke of bad luck painted his skies from blue to grey.

Under the bright moonlight, he dreams of times when life was simple.        
Of benevolent sunrises over lush, green bovine fields...        
The smell of bacon cooking...        
And coffee brewing at breakfast time...
A warm embrace...        
A familiar face...        
A comfortable place...        
Of the simple pleasures that make life worth living.

And there in that boxcar, under the light of the moon, he felt happiness again, if only for a moment.
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MadameLavender
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Thanks  everyone for your entries !  Will be sending this to vote, later today when it closes out, but still a little time left for any others coming along.  Watch for the letter C later today too!

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Bloodtemptress
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Benevolent boxcars
Glow bright
Against a New Orleans moon
I remember you playing your banjo
Singing, “I’ll be there soon”
I took that to mean
You’d move from Boston
My temptress in blue
I took that to mean
I’d be there with you
So as the moon hangs low
Over bovine-lined fields
I walk ten miles
With a vengeance to wield
My bandanna hangs limply
From a chloroform hand
I’m coming my dear,
to be your man
I’ll be the one to brush
that loose hair from your face,
your only concern
in the entire human race.

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