Out of Egypt:

poetry game at new year's

First entry of 2006 - woo hoo. Second entry on my new Mac.

Over at Jason McCrory's for New Year's since I was priced out of Sun Ra. Fun times - Bob's poetry game, Rachel H.'s drawing game, Trivial Pursuit, and a new drawing game I just made up.

A few creations from the poetry game (in the later ones guess which were the three words we had to use):

As in my art the forms aspire
Toward transcendence ever higher,
I find my Muse to be a liar - 
Denying an epiphany.

My composition's strokes are bold,
And though my paintings all get sold,
They leave my artist's sense ice cold
Though all the critics seem to see

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Ambrosia of the gods methought -
My parents told me it was spinach.
Oh well - I've made mistakes before - 
I didn't realize hermit crabs were
ambidextrous.

And this one, from Jason:

Cool breakers sing praise
A colloquial setting
Blue feline waves pounce

And this one, from his brother Peter:

The man had a diabolical plan
Doing all that he can
He was leader of the land
The man had a diabolical plan

He would place a tariff on the food
Doing absolutely no good
But to no avail, it caused a schism in the land
And no, it didn't work, his diabolical plan

And this iambic pentameter work from Matt Brown:

The dialect that's spoken spirit to soul
That is written in a body under sky
(An empty sky held in nocturnal grasp)
The sphincter through which passes peace of mind.

(sort of a relaxation enema, I guess - well, the word was given to him deliberately)