Word Placement.

I have selected the 29 words below using a word generator.  I want you to write a poem using all 29.

Rules:
No word limit
be as imaginative as possible
only one entry per "person"

Enjoy
create

(I shall be checking every word is used)


Paradox. Blunder. Frost. Blemish. Hothead. Fast. Teeth. Addict. Endless. Thick. Fake. Parrot. Devices. Conflict. Airport. Bleep.  Ammunition. Agitator. Baloney. Crack. Entity. Ballistic. Murky. Servant. Pistol. Ballerina. Earthborn. Beam. Baseline.



I wrote this poem using the above method.

catch me never

   
I'm clairvoyant to your billionaire lips  
the hoax is your tongue    
against my starfish lifelines  
you burn me with moonbeams  
you're a swindler, a lord  
chalk fresh and glitter warmth  
I'm the fumbling rebel  
the fizz when the rain    
falls against my heated flesh  
   
i am ever the escapist  
your ambush is futile  
the loophole in my metal    
bears your faltering fingerprints    
i predict you a night under a felon sky  
a well wish before I leave  
earth man, with saline coated lashes  
you were accidental  
and I don't want to stay in your glow  
   
you may just take my breath  
crush my violet divide  
pull me into your quicksand  
you debonair bloke  
suspended from my hip sway  
ceaseless guru, invading my chakra  
a thief, trying to break my code  
I'm the architect of my internal structure  
it's my magic, my fortress  
I feel your fervour  
trying to puncture my life force  
 
pedestrian of the fashionable abstract
preaching your brainstorms  
to my twisted tumour
my isolation
is a carriage of implications
a tribute to the dignity
i glued to my battle flag
there is a fee for acceptance
you peddle the hunt, but i am just a ghost
a motion picture projected through your eyes  

Feathered

We blunder through endless conflict,
an addict to the motion, circling
as though ballerina birthed

suffering the crack of teeth,
a servant to the growing circle
shattered with ballistic explosion
loading our pistol with ammunition
to grenade the entity at the baseline

the paradox is this:
we are earth-born,
a proverbial airport
thick with longing
in our murky blemish

we live fast, an accidental bleep
upon a hothead of strange frost
all baloney and charisma
an agitator of truthful devices
because living our secrets
is better than our fake lie

and yet, we sing out in colour
a parrot of eloquent plumage
designed to be feathered,
to be concealed behind
our terrifying natural beam.

Thank you Missy for kicking this off.  An excellent piece.

Isadora

I was dance-incarnate, an
Earthborn entity, hothead
paradox
in a smug society.

“Crack ballerina,” they
thought me, but I would not
be servant to their murky
minds.

I was the frost in the fields, the
bright colored parrot, creating
a blemish on the teeth
of the world.

And I danced, endless,
fast,
careless of the baloney, yet
an addict to my Gypsy heart.

Conflict loomed,
the air became thick, ballistic
ready
for devices of war, a pistol
in every pocket—and I,
still more an agitator
than Archduke Ferdinand.

Their ammunition, mere words,
aimed like a beam of light in
the dark, could not prove me
a fake,
for they blunder, no more than
a bleep on an airport radar screen.

I was Isadora—the baseline
for all of modern dance, and a
soul eternally
uncontrolled.

Thank you ML, great stuff.

(my own attempt)
.
servant to the murky democracy
the loaded paradox, the fake agitator
you bleed for their glory, the puppeteers of conflict
with fast teeth, the addict to greed
.
endless baloney and a baseline thick with ammunition
the hothead with a parrot tongue and pistol fingers
pointing at the ballerina on frost and crack
at the entity with ballistic tendencies, airport bound
.
they blunder with their devices
awaiting the bleep of the trigger happy sophism
from open mouths and wide eyes
swallowing the subliminal ghost
.

She the one with blemish on her forehead


She
the one
with blemish on her forehead
marked thick
by her addiction to inflict conflict
on her own soul
addict she became
of the fake and paradox

a perennial agitator
with a soul of a ballerina
dancing alone with the flames
of the remnant ammunition
from her last battle with love

with frost covering her hair
it is easy to be fooled
into thinking she ain't the one
whom people call a hothead

she
the endless servant
to the earthborn
bathed in waters murky


they crack opened her bones
with pistols and other devices
a bleep is what they heard
a beam is what they saw
the ballistic didn't miss
but they did
miss the baseline

a parrot flew past
a white one, very fast
the entity called soul
don't need no airport
to depart

the earthborn
saw their blunder
clenching fists
and grinding teeth

for she
the one with the blemish on her forehead
left a thick mark on theirs

Thank you KDAmB for your entry.  Great stuff.

Rare Breed

She is a walking paradox,
Stumbling through every
Blunder. Frost across her
Fingertips and feeling the
Blemish hot against her skin.
Mama warned her not to be
A hothead and to not be caught
Up in being right. She skates
Around life fast like an ice
Skater, but with grace like
A ballerina. She should watch
Out for teeth and those that
Crack. She is an addict to endless
Adrenaline and anything that
Makes her feel something.  
Her tongue thick with words
She should never say out loud,
But she is never fake. She has
Enough ammunition in the tank
To take out the bullshit and
Baloney while also using the
Pistol in her arsenal. She cannot
Let the mind devices control her
Like a puppet and parrot. She
Has to ignore the bleep and
Conflict it causes. Do not make
Her become ballistic because
She can blow up every airport.
She is a servant to her own master
And is her own entity, herself.
Never let her become ballistic
And an agitator. She has murky
Depths and a strong beam.
She is the baseline and is
Always going to be earthborn.

.   . Erroneous Calculations

When I measure you against a fake baseline
comparing such an entity
to a mere earth-born
I fast realize the blemish in my crack analysis
The conflict lies in the devices I used.
Murky waters run shallow
when the ammunition is teeth
and there's nothing to bite into
my evidence less than empirical

There is an agitator in my paradox
though no ballistic beam could turn
a parrot into a ballerina
look past the thick frost overhanging
the airport of your mind
a hothead will melt first
as the addict is the servant
of the boloney they need

A pistol could end the blunder
of endless hope
but no bleeps appeared on my radar
and that should have sufficed

I measured you against a fake baseline
you are not earth-born

Thank you eswaller and Miki.  Great to see you take up the challenge.  :)

My fast teeth blunder like an endless addict
A crack hothead in ballistic conflict
My accent thick and parrot style fake
Airport devices bleep then mistake

My ballerina shoes for a pistol
I hid my ammunition back in Bristol
I am the servant of a murky agitator
Who paid in euros, see you later

Earthborn yeah but I am a killer
A paradox cos my name is Ben Stiller
Is this baloney? Don’t fear
This will not blemish my career

Security let me pass for a cost
While we joke about detective frost
The cab outside is playing baseline
I guess this ride is mine

Its colder outside than it seems
He puts his lights on full beam
And as we drive through city
I type in the codename ENTITY

Code 29………….here is your mission………..

Thank you. Great stuff.

Mags.. fine challenge with ur generated prompts..  n even finer  created poems in the entries.. Will come bk with my own one i hope:) xx

summultima said:Mags.. fine challenge with ur generated prompts..  n even finer  created poems in the entries.. Will come bk with my own one i hope:) xx

Would love to see an entry from you Uma.  I want to extend the comp, just not sure how.  :) x