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Stop on over to D'Verse, where for this weeks Meeting the Bar, Anna is exploring Graffiti and how it relates to the world of poetry.  Definitely a D'Verse you don't want to miss.

Growing Up

Unborn Unto Oblivion

Stu opened up the D'verse floor for his Poetics night at the pub with the question of Growing up.  Really a lot of ways one could tackle this theme and I highly recommend going over to D'Verse and checking out Stu's excellent article and all the incredible pieces shared by the poets there, of which, we'd all love to read what your response would be.  So, if you get the inspiration, simply compose your own poem on Growing up and then follow the link guidelines to join on in.


Growing up,
Is the combination of innovation and experience
Growing up,
is but a step by step approach to a paint by numbers scheme

Growing up,
Is everything you've never seen and all you wish you never did
Growing up,
Is the gamut of emotions and the ability to call them up upon command
Growing up,
Is sacrifice
Growing up,
Is Never letting them see you sweat
Growing up,
Is not being afraid to quote a deodorant's slogan
Growing up,
Is elation and joy
Growing up,
Is universality
Growing up,
Is arthritis, hypertension and grey hair
Growing up,
Is individually wrapped
Growing up,
Is mass marketed and overproduced
Growing up,
Is both in Hardcover and in Paperback
Growing up,
Is seen in both digital and analog
Growing up,
Is to love and to know, if you haven't loved yet, you still can
Growing up,
Is having a plan
but also knowing when to crumple it into a ball and toss it away

I could've quoted Kenny Rogers
but I'm currently boycotting poultry
and I don't have a handle on the strike zone quite yet

Growing up

     Is making the decisions that do not have alternatives

Growing up

     Is knowing that sometimes failure increases victory

Growing up

     Is learning not to provide the valid argument

Growing up

     Is owning one’s fears and trepidations

Growing up

     Is appreciating your most unattractive qualities

Growing up

     Is not making a choice at all

Growing up

     Is eating the last piece

Growing up

     Is foregoing what you truly desire

Growing up

     Is not caring what anyone thinks

Growing up

     Is simultaneously exploding and imploding

Growing up

     Is letting your opponent win

Growing up

     Is extending equality to all things

Growing up

     Is walking upon eggshells while blindfold

Growing up

     Is acting oafish to accomplish the most delicate of tasks

Growing up

     Is allowing immaturity its due

Growing up

     Is making dreams out of house dust

Growing up

     Is not suppressing what is welled inside

Growing up

     Is ensuring nightmares are seen through

Growing up

     Is getting it

Growing up

     Is nonchalant, ambivalent, carefree and lethargic

Growing up

     Is yesterday, today and tomorrow

Growing up

     Is shrinking

Growing up

     Is not giving a damn

Growing up

     Is incongruent

Growing up

     Is fatalistic

Growing up

     Is dancing with two broken legs

Growing up

     Is to travel into the belly of the lion for the last safety clip

Growing up

     Is moving from the individual to that of the collective

Growing up

     Is plagiaristic

Growing up

     Is necessary

Growing up

     Is gesturing, solely to say hello

Growing up

     Is forgetting to make your farewell rounds

Growing up

     Is not taking oneself so seriously

I could've quoted Kenny Rogers

but I'm currently boycotting poultry

and I don't have a handle on the strike zone quite yet 

Growing up is inevitable, so enjoy it while you can

    

    

Descendants of Moreau

listen to ‘Descendants of Moreau’ on Audioboo

…and the aroma dangles in the air

Slowly sifting attention away

From all that is and will surely be to come

Armbands are snipped, calling forth the next in line

Slowly sifting attention away

From the Fibonacci sequencing at hand

Armbands are snipped, calling forth the next in line

Collapsing, when confronted by the red ghost behind the door

From the Fibonacci sequencing at hand

Perils form in the mixed metaphors that are tears

Collapsing, when confronted by the red ghost behind the door

Etching rivers unto thighs—for fear’s signature cannot be forged

Perils form in the mixed metaphors that are tears

Rancor amongst pretentious veils, falsely uncovering discoveries felt

Etching rivers unto thighs-for fear’s signature cannot be forged

Ominously carving variety unto allele’s unseen

Rancor amongst pretentious veils, falsely uncovering discoveries felt

In the name of Science, detestable explorations commence

Ominously carving variety unto allele’s unseen

Under the direction of men who truly believe themselves Gods

In the name of Science, detestable explorations commence

From all that is and will surely be to come

Under the direction of men who truly believe themselves Gods,

…and the aroma dangles in the air


For Sam Peralta's Form-For-All Pantoum prompt over at D'Verse.  Stop on over to D'Verse and make sure you read Sam's excellent write up regarding this form.  It's one of my favorite forms and I think you'll find it both challenging and exhilarating to compose.  Check out what the poets have created in their Pantoums and while at D'Verse, think about creating and sharing a Pantoum of your own, as there's still time to get your poem linked up with the others.  Cheers