UPA Forum Open Site Challenge

Ok well here we go again. I have pondered over this and want to see how alive you can make something. Please breath into life an inanimated object. I want to know what it thinks what it smells what it sees, and most importain I want you to give it an independant voice. Beyond your. If you feel froggy jump into the challenge and lets see who gets the agreements in the end... Plot121..

PS: same rules as applies please submit title here in the thread and at the bottom of the poem Tell us its a UPA Challenge take care and good luck you have until 30th of the month at 11:59 and then we will be watching Robert...

Alone and Forgotten

My attempt at the new challenge for inanimate object. I tried to make it not so obvious what the object was throughout the poem. I struggled a bit with this, but really hope I achieved the desired effect.

Resting for ages or so it would seem,
With only the musty smells of my existence,
and on others like myself to lean.

I've seen so many come into my life.

Some in the early blossomings of youth,
others in pain and full of strife.

So many faces some young and some old,
With so many my tales I've told.

Perhaps you know of the great loves I've lost,
or my tale to survive no matter the cost.

On the outside I may appear battered and worn.
But from my inner self so many emotions are torn.

If you'll only take the time to really see,
you'll find a passion in me.

To often forgotten I'm left by myself,
to sit alone on my dusty shelf.

Alone in the silence of my coveted place,
night creeps in and makes my heart race.

I'm only thought of in certain life's stages.
Please just take the time to see my pages.

Perhaps rage is the emotion I make you feel,
or maybe the idea,
that dreams can be real.

At times for granted I'm took,
the lonely existence of a library book.

UPA Challenge/By; Tonya Willman(am2anangel) 8/26/09

Sure hope I got it right this time.

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Piano Sings the Blues


I am covered in a skin of dust, more often than not.

I creak when you open me, like a man with arthritis,
Moaning my discontent.

My surface of ancient word
Is scarred…
And I felt every wayward strike of carelessness digging into me.

Five generations of fingers
Came and tickled me, then left me all alone.
One after the next.

The vibration of every toddlers’ bang bong bling
Lies at the center of my pain.

When you make me sing,
Truly, sing…
I am
Alive.



I am with angel...hopefully I got it right this time.

smoke

the intimate touch of your lips
each breath brings a tiny death
I burn for you with all my being
our connection is whole
my intentions impure
from the flash of conception
to the cruhing end
you free youself from my hold
until you light another



UPA challenge by Robert M St.Marie (bobarobbob)

Home for my Pack

http://www.originalpoetry.com/home-for-my-pack



Let me tell you about my pack,
I am a kennel and the name is Big Black.

The masters brought me home,
I thought I was finally free to roam.

When I was unboxed I was relieved I could finally stretch,
Then I was shoved up against the wall and man did I feel every scratch.

I was a little disheartened but for the most part I was alright,
Then cam the dogs to chew paw and bite.

All these things made me feel real bad,
I was strong and shinny and new, now I just feel so sad.

Oh my goodness that not the worst,
Let me tell you what happened first.

Then the dogs start coming in on all four paws,
They would fight, kick and then they would fall.

Then the masters put in Sue Ellen,
And man let me tell you she was a hellion.

I don't know what they fed this bitch,
But did she ever put off a stench.

She will come in and lay down and start to snore,
Then her ass starts rumbling on my floor.

It scares her so bad she has to take a look around,
the smell is so stout somebody please put me to ground.

Then it starts to get dark outside and I know its night,
The lights go out and everything seems alright.

I lay there in the dark and think to myself,
This is OK my pack loves me I could be stuck on a shelf.

UPA Challenge
teasasue
08/27/09

dying moments of a cancer stick

http://www.originalpoetry.com/dying-moments-of-a-cancer-stick

i thought we just needed to post the link here but following suit of habit anyways just in case it makes things easier for robert...

dying moments of a cancer stick
_________________________________

Breathe through me so I can feel your pleasures.
I am both the monkey on your back, and your greatest treasure.

I could see your lips and the glow of the light as they draw near.
As I burn I think that the world is ending, and its my brand new fear.

While I can, I savor the smell of your sharp breath.
Did you love my mettle when you put me to this test?

I foresee another hour or two and you'll prepare another attack.
We're more than just a few, when you've got an entire pack.

These are the feelings that the life of a cigarette brings.
Please accept my cancer, for murder of inanimate things.

by brandon dickenson

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http://www.originalpoetry.com/rocking-of-memories


The gently tapered wings of swift lake swallows, cut
through the air like soft whispering sighs, while they
dart in and out of a clustered hovering mass of
mayflies, that drift just inches above the shimmering lake
that reflects the orange hued light of the setting sun.

On a floating dock, worn in spots by the rubbing of
moored boats, I sat with the purpose of bringing relaxation to the owner
As I rocked to the rhythmic small rolling waves from cruising
pleasure boats, with people waving as they pass by.

I held your tiny hands as you cried for your parents
was a part of your laughter as you screamed faster mommy faster
was the rhythm to your lullabye as you fell fast asleep


I was the witness to a mother thinking about her girls and her boys,
reminiscing days the floor was covered with toys.
Back and forth back and forth I swing
Remembering the tiny bootees and the little shoes,
remembering all the gurgles and the little coos.


These moments pass fleetingly, but remain ingrained in
my wood for those times where I feel the sides pressing
in, my escape is into these simple moments, where all that
the world requires of you is to sit back and take in what
is offered, without asking for anything in return
but simply rock back in time
For I am the rocking chair of generations of memories.


UPA challenge
Kat


hope you all like it

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I liked the idea for this challenge, so I thought I'd make an attempt. I posted it on my home page. Title is, The Times That We Once Had. Hope you like it,
bandit1192

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Flyspecks


I was ashamed of my Grandfather Jule
As a boy I saw about him a lot of “not cool”.
He wore pear shaped bib overalls
Underneath of his old wrinkled jaws
‘Round his neck a worn dress shirt with collar that curled
Often scenting the room with a toxic perfume
Blending garlic, balsam and wintergreen’s cool-
Ing effect as they lay in our shared underwear drawer
And then what was more, he assaulted my ears:
For a warm-up he pounded his fist in his hand;
Crescendoing “Yes Lord!!” and “Amen!!” again and again!!
Before preaching the “Old-Time Gospel”.
(I sometimes escaped to the can),
Otherwise it was awful!!

But mostly it was flyspecks on his glasses
That got me.
My Grandfather’s age is now mine,
I have two pairs of glasses,
One for reading; another for distance designed.
The pair that I wear for close reading
Shows that flyspecks reside
On the lens magnified
(The pair used for distantly seeing);
An affront to my ancestral breeding,
An assault my personal pride.

Granddad never had
More than one pair of glasses.
And they lasted him all of his life,
As a hard-shell Fundamentalist believer;
He would’a grabbed this example on sight
Though he had but one eye,
He would’a preached for my life!!
“Wretched excess
Is causing
Most all of your strife!!”

Maybe he’s right!

Copyright June 15th, 2009

A UPA Open Site Challenge Response
by devaamido

Last edited by devaamido 08-29-2009 at 11:49:00 AM

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i didnt feel that my last attempt was as best as I could have done but wanted to get something in by the deadline so heres another stab @ it now that Im not trying to cram...

http://www.originalpoetry.com/history-of-the-gun-in-15-lines

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Quote:

Originally Posted by devaamido

Flyspecks


I was ashamed of my Grandfather Jule
As a boy I saw about him a lot of “not cool”.
He wore pear shaped bib overalls
Underneath of his old wrinkled jaws
‘Round his neck a worn dress shirt with collar that curled
Often scenting the room with a toxic perfume
Blending garlic, balsam and wintergreen’s cool-
Ing effect as they lay in our shared underwear drawer
And then what was more, he assaulted my ears:
For a warm-up he pounded his fist in his hand;
Crescendoing “Yes Lord!!” and “Amen!!” again and again!!
Before preaching the “Old-Time Gospel”.
(I sometimes escaped to the can),
Otherwise it was awful!!

But mostly it was flyspecks on his glasses
That got me.
My Grandfather’s age is now mine,
I have two pairs of glasses,
One for reading; another for distance designed.
The pair that I wear for close reading
Shows that flyspecks reside
On the lens magnified
(The pair used for distantly seeing);
An affront to my ancestral breeding,
An assault my personal pride.

Granddad never had
More than one pair of glasses.
And they lasted him all of his life,
As a hard-shell Fundamentalist believer;
He would’a grabbed this example on sight
Though he had but one eye,
He would’a preached for my life!!
“Wretched excess
Is causing
Most all of your strife!!”

Maybe he’s right!

Copyright June 15th, 2009

A UPA Open Site Challenge Response
by devaamido

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This Challenge will close 12am tonight so please get your poems in before that time thanks Robert...

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Hey here you go! Posted

"The Joys of Being a Ball"

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Your long arm expand, to grab my hand
stretch my weapon across Xenophobia's lands
See no phobia lands, whenever its, your watch
where I fine-tuned my *wisdom skill* to, sure watch!
You patrol The Homeland w/ Constitution, in hand
Disbanding all sabotage of Democracy's plan
Shaping my focus, how to, never blink and...
used great examples; JFK, King, Lincoln
Linking up my courage, with terse wisdom
Think past disparateness to never curse wisdom
You outlast Injustices, my studies entrusted it
Then morphed knowledge into homology's bicuspids!
My cuff splits chums of the season's treasons
So winters fall then spring into Summer's displeasing
Malfeasance was the meal of the day, they splay
But your teachings satisfy my hunger, this day
When bicuspid bite down, right next to molars
Where contusions-tutelage was your comptroller
The one that *paid me* the ultimate paycheck
Thx to you __________ , Satan stays wrecked!


...UPA Challenge


Peace

Last edited by 21December2012 08-30-2009 at 05:53:28 PM

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THis Challenge is Closed thanx for all those that partisipated and will get back to you this wed night!!!!! be on the look out for the new open site challenge from UPA this Tuesday morning. If you thought this was fun wait until you see this weeks. Good luck to all and to all this thread is closed...... Plot121

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UPA PICTURE CHALLENGE POSTED--I AM AND I AM NOT

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The E.N.D. of B.E.P.


The E.N.D. of my world.
The E.N.D. of B.E.P.
Hearing the sounds of "Boom Boom Pow"
has gotten me to say wow.
It keeps me "Alive"
for I listen to oblige.
"I gotta feeling"
B.E.Ps Electro Funk is reeling
in the world's top charts as number 1.
I'm moving my body and feet
of "Rockin' to the Beat".
"Missing You"
has got me feeling blue.
I love being in "Electric City"
The lights are brightly colored and pretty.
A friend of mine did "Ring-A-Ling"
while hiding under his bling bling.
The E.N.D. is a "New Generation"
to the new technology fascination.
The E.N.D. of my world.
The E.N.D. of B.E.P.
The Energy Never Dies:
The last of Black Eyed Peas cds
to the dawn of downloading.